Unplanned Pregnancies

Summary: Hogwarts has seen Werewolves to Goblins. From Goblins to Muggle-born Witches and Wizards. From Muggle-born Witches and Wizards to half and half. But when a prank is played, can it handle the outcome? Two Pregnant Teenage Wizards and Witch? Containing MPREG

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! The wonderful, magnificent J.K. Rowling does! So…yeah…BOLD PRINT!

Chapter Thirty-seven: Sometimes Accidents Occur

Healers were running to and fro, trying to please the Boy Who Lived. He was far into his labor, the baby on its way. He was nearly screaming at the top of his lungs, the pain unbearable.

Ginny was standing next to him, gripping his hand tightly and pushing his hair off his forehead. When she wasn't doing that, she was dabbing a paper towel on his head, because he was sweating a great deal.

"Ginny, it hurts!" Harry said though clenched teeth.

"I know." Ginny whispered. She hated seeing Harry in so much pain. "I know. It'll all be over soon." She knew so, because they had just forced the Infantia Excedo potion down his throat. She wasn't sure how they got him to swallow it, but they did.

A Healer finally came into the room. He looked well prepared, and he stood over Harry. Harry was wearing an odd looking gown, the entire middle being cut out so his stomach showed. Luckily, they allowed him to have boxers on underneath.

"All right Mr. Potter." The Healer said, still standing over Harry. "I need you to start pushing on the count of three." Another Healer came in, and using her wand, began checking Harry's heart rate and blood flow.

"What the bloody hell do you think I've been doing for the past couple of hours?" Harry asked, again through clenched teeth. He wanted to kick the healer in the face, but his legs wouldn't reach.

"One." The Healer said, ignoring Harry's comment. "Two." He looked at Ginny. She was trying to keep her eyes on Harry, but they kept straying to his navel. "Three!"

Harry screamed loudly as his navel opened up just a little bit.

"Almost there." The Healer said.

"You said that an hour ago!" Harry said. Tears were coming to his eyes. "An hour ago!" He took a deep breath, squeezing Ginny's hand tighter.

"On the count of three again." The Healer said. "One. Two. Three!"

Harry was able to contain his scream, as he pushed again. But he did squeeze Ginny's hand.

Ginny thought her hand was broken.

"Almost there." The Healer repeated.

"You just said that!"

"On the count of three! I think this may be the last time." The Healer said. "One." He kept his eyes on the navel. It was nearly open all the way, and he knew the baby was going to come out with one more push, after this one. "Two. Three! Push!"

Harry pushed again. His eyes were open wide, but his glasses were filmed over with steam and sweat. Ginny hadn't bothered to wipe them off, since they were going to get filmed over again and again.

"Is it out?" He asked, in a half whimper half whisper.

"One more push." The Healer said. "I promise." Harry nodded his head. He was getting tired of pushing. "One. Two. Three!"

Harry pushed, but he also felt a weird, very painful, feeling in his stomach. He felt the hands of the Healer reach for his navel, but he also felt something coming out as well. It hurt badly, but he could vaguely hear Ginny saying, "Keep pushing, keep pushing."

When Harry had no strength left to push, he dropped back onto his pillows. At first, he heard a deathly silence, and he felt like he was going to retch. Wasn't there supposed to be screams from a just born baby, or at least crying?

"Oh Merlin!" Ginny whispered. She had tears in her eyes. Harry looked at her, afraid.

"What? Is something wrong with the baby? Is it okay? Is it…is it?" Harry asked. Tears were now free falling from his eyes.

Ginny looked at him. She was crying too, and Harry knew something was wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong…it was his fault.

"It's a boy." Ginny whispered. She smiled at him, wiping her eyes with her free hand. "It's a boy!"

Harry tried sitting up, but the Healer who had their wand on his heart rate said, "Don't move Mr. Potter. You don't want your insides to fall out, do you?"

That's when Harry looked down at his barely their stomach. Blood was slowly oozing out of his navel…and that's when he lost consciousness.

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Ron sat in torture. Of course, the exam in Binns' room was going to be boringly hard, but he hadn't expected to get distracted by Fred and George, who were discretely throwing books, quills, balls of parchments, and small stones through his body. It was overwhelming, and Ron hadn't wanted to pay attention, but it was hard when everyone around the room was snickering. Binns didn't pay attention, or he couldn't tell that things were gong through his body. Whichever it was, it was annoying.

Ron was wishing he had gone into labor.

When the exam was finally over, Ron knew he had failed. He was hoping he could blame it on backaches or early labor signs, so he could take it again. He wasn't even sure why the 7th years were having exams so close to N.E.W.T.'s. It didn't make any sense.

Ron got out of his seat, and walked out of the classroom, not waiting for Fred and George. They caught up with him though.

"Why didn't you wait for us?" Fred asked.

"Mr. Plump chap, how'd you do on your ever so important exam?"

"Will you stop calling me that?" Ron snapped, glaring at his twin brothers.

"It's only a little fun and games." George said. "You don't have to have a full fledged mood swing on us."

"I'm not having a bloody mood swing. I'm just hungry!" Ron said. It was lunchtime, but he had to take his divination exam with Trelawny first. He was glad for two reasons that he had an exam for Divination. One, it wasn't on the tallest tower with a ladder; it was now on the first floor, just for him! Two, a few minutes alone, away from Fred and George.

"You know, we're going into that exam room with you." Fred said, obviously having fun.

"You can't do that!" Ron said. "It's only for two people. Me and Trelawny."

"Keep that information to yourself. You don't want Hermione to know, Mr. Plump chap." George said. "And we need a new name for you…Plump doesn't fit. You're not plump, you're rather large."

"How about I ram my foot up your a-"

Michelle came running towards Ron, clutching a parchment in her fist. "Ron! Ron! You got an owl!" She yelled, while running to him. When she finally reached him, she was out of breath. Fred and George were looking at her particularly.

"Who's this?" Fred asked. He squatted down and looked at the girl who was extremely short.

"It looks like Snap-"

"Michelle Snape." Ron said, taking the letter from her small clenched fist. "She's the daughter of Snape and Emily."

Fred and George looked at Ron surprised. Michelle quickly ran away, because she didn't like it when Fred and George stared at her.

Ron took the letter and opened it. It was in quick neat but slightly horizontal writing.

It's a Boy! Benjamin William Potter, born May 27, 1998! 7 lbs 6oz. Harry's unconscious, but it's a boy! Hermione's seen him. Beautiful boy! He has eyes like Harry…and the Weasley red hair! He's adorable. Can't wait for you to see him!

With All Love of a Proud New Mother,

Ginerva Weasley!

"It's a boy!" Ron said excitedly. "Harry had a boy!"

George snatched the parchment out of Ron's hands. "She exclamation marked her name? Why?"

"We're Uncles!" Ron said, ignoring George's comment. "The three of us are Uncles!"

"We can tell, Mr. Plump Chap." Fred said.

Ron was too happy to care. He walked down the corridor and all the way to Trelawny's classroom. Sadly Fred was right, and they ended up coming into the room with him and Trelawny. They teased him quietly, and in the end, Ron told Trelawny that she was going to die in a horrible nut eating accident. Partly it was Fred and George's fault, because he told them they were going to die, and Trelawny thought she was going to die. She asked him how, and Ron came up with that answer. Ron wasn't that fond of nuts at the moment.

Ron left the exam room haughtily. He knew Trelawny was impressed with his explanation of her death, and she said she was going to stay away from nuts for a few days, but that didn't make Ron feel any better. Fred and George were now teasing him about the dream he had months earlier.

"I can't honestly believe that you dreamed about Malfoy in a bikini!" George said, laughing. "Do you fancy him or something?"

Ron ate his sandwich quietly. There was no point in exploding now. If he did, he'd blow his chance of going into labor. If he blew up, there'd be no more baby…or Ron Weasley for that matter. He'd strangle himself while blowing up.

And so, Ron went on with the day, listening to the taunts of, "You fancy a Malfoy." "Plump chap." "Flabby." And so on and so forth. The taunts never were enough for him to cry, but they were getting close. Fred and George, amazingly, knew when they crossed the line, and they would apologize, but seeing how that hasn't happened yet, they hadn't apologized.

Flitwick, who was feeling bad for Ron, sent Fred and George to get muffins, something Ron had been craving at the moment. That gave Ron a few moments of peace.

McGonagall, on the other hand, hadn't allowed Fred and George to be within twenty feet of a student, afraid that they'd cheat. She had them sit behind her desk, grading parchments with her special red quills.

This made Ron happy. An hour and a half without Fred and George. Too bad it was during an exam.

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Ron sat grumpily at the Gryffindor table. He really missed Harry, Ginny, and Hermione. He felt guilty about Hermione too. After checking in with Madame Promfrey after his exam with McGonagall, Madame Promfrey had informed him of no difference in his body shape…which meant he still wasn't ready to go into labor.

Sadly, Hermione was in labor, and was pleading with the Healers to get Ron Weasley to have his baby.

Ron wasn't even listening to Dumbledore talking to the students in the Great Hall. It wasn't really important, he was guessing, or else someone would have made him pay attention.

Fred and George weren't paying attention. They were writing little things on pieces of napkin, then sliding them towards Ron, who in turn threw them on the floor, not looking to see what they said.

When Dumbledore sat down, the food appeared.

Ron's stomach growled loudly, and he knew he needed food. Real food…good food…not orange food.

When Ron finished dishing up his not orange food, it was piling sky high. At least, it looked like double portions of what he usually ate.

"What are you eating for? Ten?" George teased.

This snapped a cord in Ron's brain. He exploded, and not into smithereens like he thought he would. "That's it!" He said, standing up and getting off the bench. "I have tolerated this to some bloody extreme that I didn't know existed." He pulled out his wand, gripping it tightly. "Leave me alone. I'm leaving, don't you dare bloody follow, or I'll kill you. You'll be dead, and I definitely won't miss you. You're bothering me so badly, that I'm afraid I'm going to lose my temper, and do something bad to the baby." Sparks emitted from his wand, catching a nearby napkin on fire. Neville quickly put it out with his pumpkin juice. Everyone in the Great Hall watched as Ron slowly cursed his brothers and caught the napkin on fire. They could hear him clearly too.

"One bloody centimeter that you follow me, and I'll kill you." Ron repeated. He then pocketed his wand, and left, going as quickly as his waddling pregnant body would allow him.

Ron found himself going through the Entrance Hall, and out the doors. The night air was humid, but Ron didn't care. He was too angry to care about anything at that moment. So he didn't notice the small shadow that ducked into the darkness against the castle. But Ron did notice a slow moving animal going across the grounds, somewhat close to him.

Thinking it was something of Hagrid's, Ron waddled towards it, pulling his wand out. He then noticed the long rat like tail that belonged to this animal. He also saw it moved laboriously, slowly, as if carrying burden. Ron followed it.

It wasn't dark enough not to be able to tell what it was; it was just Ron didn't want to believe this was who he thought it was.

Wormtail.

It had one paw way bigger than the rest. It was dragging it.

"Scabbers!" Ron hissed. That seemed to have stopped it in its tracks. Then it began running away, slowly making headway in a race Ron didn't want to participate in.

Ron had to follow him. This was the thing that had nearly killed him, and killed Harry's parents. He waddled after it, knowing that he was going faster than he had in months.

Rain had started to sprinkle down, but Ron hadn't noticed. He hadn't noticed the small shadow that was following him either. All his concentration was on the rat.

The rat stopped, and Ron noticed, just a bit too late.

"The Whomping Willow…" Ron whimpered, fear gripping his body.

Ron couldn't move, all he could do was watch as the tree branch swung, aiming for his stomach. It made contact, and Ron flew backwards, landing hard on his back. Black was enveloping his vision. His head had hit a rock.

The last thing he heard was a high-pitched scream.