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-eight: Life and Death

Hermione sat up quickly in her bed. It was thundering, and raining, but Hermione didn't notice. The Healer that was stationed in Hermione's room went to her quickly. "It looks like that Mr. Weasley you've been talking about had his baby." She said.

"Good." Hermione said. "That's real good." Hermione took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "This really hurts, so can we please have this baby now?"

"Let me alert the other Healers. This baby should be out in no time."

"Don't be gone long." Hermione said, closing her eyes and taking another deep breath. She knew if Ron and her weren't in the same room, there'd be no chance of seeing the other during the birth. Hermione was just hoping everything was going fine.

The door opened and Hermione expected to see a Healer. Instead it was Harry. He walked into the room, and went to Hermione's bedside. "What're you doing?" Hermione asked. "You should be getting rest."

"Nope. Ginny said since you're in labor and Ron can't be here, I'll be substituting as father tonight." He gripped her hand tightly in his. "Besides, I've had enough rest, I'm healed, and they're just doing observation of me and the baby. Making sure we're fine."

"Okay." Hermione said.

As another minute went by, no Healers returned. "How far apart are your contractions?" Harry asked.

"I don't know!" Hermione said, through gritted teeth. "I didn't know I was supposed to be counting."

"Start now." Harry said, "Don't lose track. Where the hell are those healers?"

"Probably drinking coffee and taking their time." Hermione said. "I wish I could swear!"

"You can, it won't hurt anyone." Harry said. "You should have heard me."

"I did." Hermione said. "But it'll hurt me. I don't swear."

"We're great at making conversation during child birth, aren't we?" Harry asked. Hermione didn't answer; she just squeezed his hand, very tightly. Harry winced, but didn't say anything. He knew he squeezed Ron's hand, and Ginny's hand just as tightly.

The door opened again, and two healers came in. They looked surprised. "Mr. Potter, you should be in bed."

"She's my best mate. I can't leave her alone." Harry said, persistently. He was refusing to leave, and the Healers couldn't do anything about it. They just exchanged glances.

About twenty minutes later, the Healers said Hermione was ten centimeters dilated. Harry wasn't exactly sure he was ready to see Hermione give birth, but he knew he had made that choice when he walked into the room.

"We need you to push Hermione." The male Healer said. He was sitting on a stool, watching for the baby. The other Healer was on the other side of Hermione, easing her into the pushing.

Hermione pushed, and the Healer counted to three. Then Hermione stopped, took a deep breath, and looked at Harry. Harry was sweating just as much as Hermione, if not more. He had gone into labor recently, and he knew how Hermione felt.

"I think you look as bad as me." Hermione said, taking a deep breath and readying herself for the next push.

"I'm nervous for you." Harry said. "And I'm nervous in general."

"The baby's not going to be born with three heads."

"Push!"

Four pushes later, Hermione Jane Granger had a beautiful, screaming,baby girl. After being in labor for 8 hours and 45 minutes, she had her baby.

When she was all cleaned up, along with the baby, Hermione was able to hold her new daughter. "I wish Ron was here." She whispered, tears in her eyes.

"I know he's really proud at you at Hogwarts." Harry said. He looked at the little girl in Hermione's arms. "She has red hair like Ron, and his blue eyes…She looks like Ron."

"She has my nose." Hermione said, laughing. "But she has freckles."

"What's her name?" Harry asked.

Hermione smiled, as tears poured out of her eyes. "I don't want to name her until I see her twin."

"That won't be for awhile, Miss Granger." The female Healer that was on her other side. "Since you're so young, and your body isn't all the way fully developed, you're going to be under supervision for the next couple of hours."

Hermione sighed. "Can Harry and Ginny come, if they want to?" She turned and looked at Harry. Harry nodded his head.

"As if I'd leave you alone by yourself after you've had your first baby." Harry said.

"We can move a bed in here as soon as possible." The Healer said.

Hermione, didn't really want to, but having to, handed the baby girl to the male Healer. He promised to take care of her, after Hermione asked a few times. Then the other Healer brought Ginny and a bed into Hermione's room.

"Are you okay Hermione?" Ginny asked, going to Hermione.

"I'm tired. Only six pushes to get her out! I'm on a roll!" Hermione said, brightly. She wiped her eyes. "Do you think I can get Ron to come here?"

"I don't know. We'll have to see." Ginny said. "I'm sure we can try."

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Michelle stared at Ron worriedly. He was lying on the ground, not moving. She could see blood coming from his head. 'Daddy said to get him in emergencies!' Michelle thought. She turned around and began running towards the school. She knew she was going to get in trouble for being outside at this time of night, but she saw Ron leaving, and she wanted to know where he was going. She thought she could cheer him up or something.

'I'm three years old! I can get daddy!'

It was raining, thundering, and lightning.

She ran towards the doors, and she remembered that they were really heavy. It surprised her though, when they swung open right in front of her, like magic.

She ran into the Great Hall, soaking wet. No one had noticed her until she was screaming. "DADDY! MUM! DADDY!" She screamed, stopping in the middle of the Great Hall.

"Michelle?" Emily asked, "You're soaking wet. You weren't outside were you?"

"Ron!" She screamed, scared. "He was hit!" She began flailing her arms, trying to think of the word that was on the tip of her tongue. "By the tree! He was hit by the tree that moves!"

It was quiet for a moment.

"He's not moving! The back of his head…it's hurt!" She said.

Fred and George launched from their bench, nearly knocking it over. They were pale faced.

Snape and Emily got up too. They began running, following Fred and George out of the Great Hall.

Other students got up, expecting themselves to be able to go and see what had happened.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore shouted, standing up. "No one leave this room. Everyone take a seat. No one gets up. If anyone moves, they'll be in detention, for the rest of the school year, every night." Dumbledore left the Head Table, McGonagall following him. They shut the Great Hall doors.

Fred saw Ron first. Emily and Snape were behind George still. They all stopped in front of Ron.

"He's not…dead…is he?" George asked, his voice wavering.

"No." Emily said. She was watching his chest. It was barely moving. "He needs to see Poppy, now."

Carefully Emily and Snape put Ron on a stretcher that Snape conjured. Fred and George weren't sure what to do, until George saw something moving on the ground. "How'd he get out here? Scabbers!"

Snape and Emily were gone, not hearing what George said.

"George! Scabbers is Peter Pettigrew! He's the bad guy!" Fred said. "Catch him!"

Wormtail was leaving the Whomping Willow, trying to get away from everything and one. Fred and George gave chase, and since they weren't carrying the burden of being pregnant, they went remarkably faster than Ron. They caught him, by stepping on his tail. "You're disgusting." George said, picking him up by the tail. Fred conjured up a cage, and George threw him in it.

Fred tapped the cage with his wand. "Let's go. I think we need to tell mum what happened."

"What?" George asked. "That it's our fault that we nearly killed Ron?" He asked.

"No." Fred said. "That it's our fault, and she needs to get here quick."

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Ron's eyes flew open, and he thought his head had split in two. Sunlight was shining in his eyes. He groaned and rolled over. He noticed something was wrong immediately.

His hands flew to his stomach, and he groped at it. The stomach was gone. There was no trace of pregnant belly at all. It was gone. Fear gripped his heart. Something was wrong. This wasn't good. Something was wrong. He sat up in bed. He looked around. He was in the Hospital Wing. Fred and George were sleeping, their heads resting on his bed. "Fred! George!" He snapped, waking them.

They looked at him, their eyes open wide.

"Where is she?" Ron asked. "Where's the baby?"

Fred and George exchanged glances, before looking guiltily at Ron.

"Ron…you lost the baby."

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