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-nine: Informing the Mothers
Ron sat back in his bed. "What?" He choked out. "I killed the baby?"
Fred and George exchanged glances again. The silence answered Ron's question. "Was it a boy or a girl?" Ron asked hoarsely.
"It was a girl." George whispered.
Ron covered his face with his hands. "Ron…we're…"
"Sorry?" Ron asked, his hands not leaving his face, making his words muffled. "Why? You didn't do anything. You didn't—Just leave me alone." He said. "Leave me alone." He repeated, before rolling onto his side, his back facing Fred and George. He curled into the fetal position, and quietly let the tears out of his eyes.
Fred and George immediately got up. They hadn't looked at Ron or each other. They walked out of the Hospital Wing, and ran into Mrs. Weasley, who was walking quickly. "What happened?" She asked, stopping in front of them. "What happened?"
"Ron…" George began.
"Lost the baby." Fred murmured, not looking his mother in the eye.
"No." Mrs. Weasley gasped. "Is he in there?" She asked. Fred and George nodded their heads. Mrs. Weasley rushed passed them and into the Hospital Wing. She looked around a moment, and then she saw a back facing her. She knew it was Ron. Two chairs were around the bed. Mrs. Weasley walked to it, trying to settle the grip that was around her heart. "Ron?" She asked, getting to his bed. "Ron, look at me."
"Leave me alone." Ron said around his tears.
"Ron…" Mrs. Weasley said, touching his shoulder. He recoiled at her touch, jerking away from her touch.
"You don't understand mum!" He said, not facing her. He couldn't face her.
"I do understand." Mrs. Weasley. "It's happened to me before."
"But you weren't running, chasing something, were you?" Ron asked bitterly. When Mrs. Weasley didn't answer, he rolled onto his stomach, still not looking at her. "You see? You don't understand. You try, but you'll never understand." Ron knew he was being harsh, especially with his mother, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything at the moment. "So leave me alone." He said.
Mrs. Weasley didn't know what to do. She knew her son was hurting, but he wanted distance. He even recoiled at her touch.
Mrs. Weasley knew no mother would ever want to lose her child, but this was an even worse case, seeing as how Ron was a man, and he was doing something he knew he shouldn't have. Mrs. Weasley sighed, and left the Hospital Wing. Slowly she went to Dumbledore's office, fighting back the tears in her eyes. The pain that she had lost her first grandchild, and the pain of rejection from one of her children, were the causes of her tears.
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Harry was holding Benjamin, and Hermione was asleep. It was a little after nine o'clock. "He's so adorable." Ginny whispered.
His squinty eyes were staring up at Harry, as both Harry and Ginny looked at him. "He's the cutest thing I've ever seen, minus you." Harry said.
"I know." Ginny said, her smile growing bigger. "Benjamin, you're nearly as cute as me…in Harry's eyes. You're the cutest thing I've ever laid eyes on."
A knock on the door took Ginny and Harry out of their little aurora. Benjamin looked surprised, but he didn't cry. "He's very quiet." Harry said. The knocking continued, and not wanting to wake Hermione, Ginny hopped off the bed, and opened the door.
"Mum?" Ginny asked, smiling at her. Her smile faltered as she looked at her mother. Tears were cascading down her face, and she offered Ginny a smile, that looked more like a grimace.
"Hello Ginny. I hope Harry's doing fine." Mrs. Weasley whispered.
"Mum, what's wrong?" Ginny asked worriedly. "Did something happen?"
"It's for Hermione's ears only at the moment." Mrs. Weasley said. "The woman at the desk said she was in here."
Ginny nodded her head. "Come in. Give us a moment. Me, Harry, and Benjamin will go on a walk."
Ginny allowed Mrs. Weasley into the room. Mrs. Weasley went to Harry. "Harry dear, I wish I was here under different circumstances." She looked at the baby in his arms. "Is that Benjamin?"
"Yeah." Harry said. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up, and kept Benjamin in his arms tightly. "I'll see you around, Mrs. Weasley."
"We'll do." Mrs. Weasley said. She watched as Harry and Ginny left, and then she went over to Hermione. Hermione was curled up, sleeping. Mrs. Weasley sighed, and gently shook Hermione awake. "Hermione dear, please wake up."
Hermione woke up, yawned, and then sat up. She at first looked at the clock, and was surprised that she had slept the entire night away, not waking up since they took the baby away. She then looked at Mrs. Weasley. "Mrs. Weasley?" She asked, alarmed to see her so upset.
"Hello Hermione." Mrs. Weasley sat down in a wooden chair alongside Hermione's bed. "I have some dreadful news to tell you."
"What?" Hermione asked quickly. She reached out and held Mrs. Weasley's hand. "What happened?"
"There was an accident last night." Mrs. Weasley began. Hermione squeezed her hand, biting her lower lip. "Ron…he…he…" Mrs. Weasley stuttered a moment.
"Is he okay?" Hermione asked, dreading that Mrs. Weasley meant Ron had died.
Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "He lost the baby."
Hermione opened her mouth wide. She felt like someone had just ripped her heart out of her navel. Her grip slackened on Mrs. Weasley's hand. Tears came to her eyes. "How?" She choked out. She almost felt angry with Ron…she did feel angry with Ron, and she wasn't ashamed.
"Albus told me that he chased something into the Whomping Willow." She paused. "He's in the Hospital Wing. He's not talking to anyone. He blames himself."
Hermione felt anger surge through her body. "Serves him right. He shouldn't have done it." Tears flowed freely from her eyes. Her hand immediately covered her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that. And then she realized that she wasn't angry at Ron at all…She was angry at the thing he chased. The thing that told him he should chase it…his mind that told him to chase it.
Mrs. Weasley looked horrified at Hermione's outburst. Before Mrs. Weasley could reprimand Hermione for being rude and inconsiderate, Hermione let out a sob. "I didn't mean it Mrs. Weasley." She sobbed. "I…Is he all right? He isn't hurt?"
"He's not hurt physically, other than a nasty bump on his head, and a bruise on his stomach." Mrs. Weasley said. "But he…he's not speaking to anyone. But according to the twins, it's their fault. They wouldn't tell me what they did, but they were upset about it. I couldn't come until this morning though." Mrs. Weasley said, wiping her eyes. "I feel so horrible. Ron was right. I don't know how he feels, how to lose a baby that way."
Hermione hugged Mrs. Weasley. "He said that?"
"Yes. And it's true. When me and Arthur were first married, we lost our first two from natural causes." Mrs. Weasley said.
"I have to go see him." Hermione said. "I need to."
Mrs. Weasley pulled away, sniffling. "I know dear, but the Healers aren't going to let you out, unless you're qualified enough."
"I'm going." Hermione said stubbornly. "They can't stop me, when the father of my child is in distress. No they can't."
Just then, the door opened. A Healer walked in, and expected to see Harry. "Where's Mr. Potter?"
"He went for a walk."
"He should be on bed rest." The Healer said. "And who are you?"
"I'm Molly Weasley-"
"She's my mum." Hermione said. She threw her legs over the side of her bed. "And she's visiting me."
Mrs. Weasley looked at Hermione, surprised. She had never called her, 'Mum' or claimed her as her 'Mum'.
"Miss Granger, you must stay in your bed." The Healer said. "Stay off your feet."
"My feet are fine." Hermione said, ignoring her. She got underneath the bed and pulled out a bag. It had a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt in it. "I'm getting ready to go."
"You can't leave."
"I'm going back to school. There's Madame Promfrey there, and she'll take care of me." Hermione snapped.
"Then you can't take the infant with you." The Healer shot back haughtily.
Hermione stopped what she was doing to look at the Healer. She glared at her. "What do you mean, I can't take the baby with me?"
Mrs. Weasley could sense confrontation. The Healer was close to Hermione's age, maybe a year or two older than her.
"The Birth Certificate needs to be signed, with the infants name on it." The Healer said. The Healer was positive that Hermione wouldn't leave, because she had refused to sign it earlier, because Ron wasn't there.
"Fine." Hermione snapped. "Where is it?"
The Healer looked at Hermione surprised. Hermione was really serious about leaving. The Healer left, giving Hermione time to quickly change her clothes. A few minutes afterwards, when Hermione put on a pair of slippers, the Healer came back with a piece of parchment, and a quill. "You have to sign there, here, and here." She said.
Hermione nodded her head. She signed her name, and then she paused a moment. Where it said infants name, Hermione wasn't sure what to put. It was her daughter, but her twin had died…
After a moment of thinking, Hermione signed a name that she thought was suitable. She then put the date, and then the date of birth of her daughter. "We'll fill out the rest." The Healer said, taking the parchment and quill from Hermione. Another Healer came in, and she brought a baby wrapped in pink blankets.
Hermione gently put the baby in her arms, removing the blanket from her face. The baby was sleeping, her breathing barely audible.
"Hermione, I have to stay back to talk to Ginny and Harry." Mrs. Weasley said, when the Healers had left, and she and Hermione were the only ones left in the room. "I'll walk you to the outside, where you'll take the Knight Bus. They'll deliver you safely to Hogwarts."
Hermione nodded her head. She picked up a bag she had gotten, full of room temperature bottles and things for the baby, and then she and Mrs. Weasley walked in silence through St. Mungo's.
When they were outside, Hermione turned towards Mrs. Weasley. "I'll see you later." She hugged her.
"Take care." Mrs. Weasley said.
Hermione nodded her head. She threw out her wand hand, and moments later, a large purple bus appeared. Stanley Shunpike stepped off the bus. "I'm Stanley, and I'll be your conductor today." He smiled warmly at Hermione, and she smiled back. He helped Hermione onto the bus, and she sat down on an armchair towards the front. "Where are you headed today?"
"As close as you can get me to Hogwarts please."
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BB/N: Is there anything I can say? I cried when I typed this chapter and the one before it