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 Forty: Small Baby Girl
Hermione got off the Knight Bus at the gates of Hogwarts. They opened for her, and she made her way to the castle she called home. Sadness had taken over her, as she made her way to the doors. Knowing that Ron was upset hadn't made her happy. She opened the Entrance Hall doors, and walked into Hogwarts.
She heard chatter coming from the Great Hall, but Hermione didn't go inside. She walked passed it, and kept going to the Hospital Wing.
As she was walking, she shifted her daughter in her arms. She knew Ron probably wouldn't talk to her at first, but she knew the sight of his just born daughter, may take him out of his depressed state.
The Hospital Wing doors were closed, and Hermione paused outside them. Was she to knock, or walk in?
Before she had time to think about it more, the door opened. Hermione stepped back, to allow the person to leave. To her surprise though, they didn't move. She looked up, and saw Snape. He had a cauldron in his arms, and a slight frustrated look on his face.
"Hi."
He nodded his head curtly at her. "You need to talk to Weasley. He's getting ill."
"Ill?" Hermione asked. "Like how?"
"He's refusing to eat and drink, especially the potions that he needs to take, in order for his body to heal." Snape said. "If he doesn't take them, he's going to get extremely ill."
Hermione nodded her head. "I will." Snape walked passed her. Hermione sighed, and then walked into the Hospital Wing. She closed the door behind her.
Hermione looked around. The room was eerily quiet. She saw that the entire Wing was empty, and that scared Hermione. Where was Ron? She looked around again, trying to find the flaming red hair that she was most familiar with. She found it, in a bed in the corner. His back was facing her, and he was curled up. She saw cards and flowers on his bedside, but they seemed untouched. A few of them even lay on the floor.
Madame Promfrey walked out of her office. She had heard the door shut. "I said no visitors." She hadn't looked at Hermione, until she went to Ron. When she returned, Hermione was still standing in her spot.
"Oh, it's you." She said, slightly surprised. "I thought they'd keep you longer." She whispered, walking to Hermione. Hermione shook her head. Madame Promfrey sighed. "He's in that bed, not speaking to anyone. I think you'll have the best chance at speaking to him. You may get a few words out of him. He hasn't done anything, except bathe. If you need me, I'll be in my office."
Hermione's padded feet walked towards Ron. She didn't know what to say to him. When she stopped at his bed, she readjusted the baby in her arms again. She set the bag down on the floor.
"I don't want to talk to anyone." Ron said hoarsely. "Leave me alone."
"Ron…" Hermione said. She saw his entire body go rigid at the sound of her voice. "It's me. I want to talk to you."
"You shouldn't want to talk to me." He said, his voice a little bit softer than it was earlier. "I killed our daughter." He hadn't looked at her yet.
"Ron." Hermione persisted. "I don't blame you."
"Sure."
"I don't!" Hermione exclaimed. "I blame the thing you chased."
"You're just saying that." Ron said. He seemed to have been choking back tears or something, because his voice was lower, burdened with something. "Ginny was wrong. I lost my temper. She said I'd be a good father. Look how good I am! I killed our daughter."
"Ron." Hermione reprimanded. "Don't say that."
"What!" Ron said. He still had his back to Hermione. "It's true! I killed her, while acting out on something stupid. You should just take the baby with you, today, and never look at me again. I'll give you all the money in the world, Hermione." Ron said. "You shouldn't have to deal with the likes of me, a baby killer."
"Ronald Weasley." Hermione said. Her daughter shifted in her arms, and Hermione lowered her voice. "Don't you dare, ever say that to me again. How can you tell me what I can and can't do? Whether you believe me or not, I don't blame you. Accidents happen. And-"
"But-"
"I want you in our daughters life. I don't want her growing up without a father. She's too important to just throw away Ron."
"I wasn't throwing her away."
"Then look at me." Hermione demanded. "And tell me that you weren't going to throw her away. Because it sounds like you just said that. You're too much of an important person Ron. If she grows up without you, then the three of us will luck out."
Ron turned over slowly. Hermione gasped at his appearance. His skin was so pale; his freckles were standing out like blemishes. His eyes were watery, tears nearly coming out of them. His lips were set at a frown.
"How?" He asked, his lips trembling. "How so?"
Hermione took a deep breath. Ron hadn't even looked at the baby in her arms. Her voice shook as she spoke. "She'll grow up without knowing how great a person her father is." Ron looked like he was going to interrupt, to disagree with her. Hermione continued. "You'll never know her full potential. You won't see how good a witch she'll become. You won't see her grow up." Ron closed his mouth. Hermione gripped the baby with one hand, and her other hand shakily swept across her eyes, wiping away a tear. "And I'll have to leave the person I love dearly, with all my heart."
Ron stared at Hermione shocked. He hadn't expected to hear her say that.
Hermione Granger loved him, Ron Weasley.
"So please Ron," Hermione said. She knew she was begging, but that was the only way she was positive to get through to him. "Please don't give up on her. What happened was a horrible, unfortunate accident, but you can't just mask it by leaving us." She was openly crying, trying to hide it, but failing at the same time. "Please Ron."
Ron shakily wiped his eyes. He sniffled, trying to hold it in. He scooted over, and Hermione sat down on the bed next to him.
That was when Ron began sobbing. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and he cried. "I feel so bad." He said, between sobs. "If I hadn't of lost my temper-"
"Shh…" Hermione said soothingly. "It's all right Ron." The baby was awake now, but she sat still, watching as Hermione and Ron cried together. "It's okay."
Ron seemed to cry forever, but Hermione didn't mind. It felt good to let it all out. But almost as abruptly as it started, Ron pulled away, embarrassed. Hermione saw that his face was flushed; his nose was red, along with his ears. But his eyes were slightly shiny.
For the first time, Ron looked at the little baby girl in Hermione's arms. "Is that her?" He asked, using one hand to push away the rest of the blankets so he could see her entire face.
"Yeah. You can hold her." Hermione said. Ron was hesitant a moment, and then he picked her up, cradling her in his arms. "She looks like you."
"She has your nose." Ron whispered. He ran a finger down the bridge of the baby's nose. "What's her name?"
"Kara." Hermione said proudly. "Kara Nicole Weasley."
Ron looked at Hermione, giving her a genuine smile. "Thanks."
"The name grew on me." Hermione whispered. Ron held Kara with one hand, and then he wrapped his other arm around Hermione's waist. Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder.
"She's the second most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Ron whispered. Hermione felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "You being the first."
Hermione couldn't help the grin that was creeping to her lips either. "Thanks."
Kara lifted her small hands up, and gripped Ron's finger. "She's so small." Ron whispered. Kara moved Ron's finger up and down, and then she bit it. "She's going to gum me to death!" Ron exclaimed playfully.
"I think she's hungry." Hermione said.
"I can't feed her." Ron said. "I don't have the certain assets." He handed her Kara. "She can't starve." Ron said.
"You're immature, you know that." Hermione said, smiling at him. She got off the bed, and looked inside the bag. She pulled out a bottle. Ron shook his head as she got back on the bed. "Do you want to feed her?"
"Err…" Ron said. "Sure." He held Kara, and then Hermione handed him the bottle. "Is it warm enough?"
"It has a charm on the bottle." Hermione said. "It's fine."
Ron nodded his head. He began feeding Kara. "Like this?" He asked. Hermione giggled. "What?" Ron asked. "The last time I've seen a baby this small, I was barely able to walk."
Hermione shook her head. "You're great, you know that? You're nervous about feeding her. It's cute."
"Thanks." Ron mumbled, focusing on feeding Kara.
"It's not an insult or anything." Hermione said. "It's the truth."
"Okay."
It was quiet, and Hermione leaned her head against Ron's shoulder once more. Hermione was watching the concentration on Ron's face. He seemed so focused on this one thing. When Kara was finished eating, she put her hand on the bottle, as if telling Ron to stop. Ron pulled the bottle away, and he looked at Hermione. He asked if he needed to pat her back, and Hermione nodded her head. Ron put Kara against his shoulder and patted her back, gently, until Hermione said to stop. Kara then proceeded to burp up milk all over Ron's bed.
Ron looked a bit disgusted, but he didn't mind much. Hermione cleaned it up with her wand, and then he was holding Kara again. Soon she was asleep.
"She's really quiet." Ron whispered.
"You should have heard her when she was born!" Hermione whispered. "She screamed so loudly. She probably has no strength left to cry."
"How about Harry's baby?" Ron asked. "Benjamin isn't it?"
"Yeah, he's the cutest little boy I've ever seen." Hermione said. "Ginny said he was absolutely quiet when he was born. Didn't cry or anything. That's odd isn't it?"
Ron shrugged. "Ginny wasn't much of a screamer, until she was two or three."
It was quiet again. Ron had wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist again, and they were sitting in quiet content. Then Ron took a deep breath. "Hermione," He began. She looked at him. "Do you forgive me?"
Hermione looked at Ron. Behind the joy in his eyes, she could see a bit of pain. She smiled sadly at him. "I forgave you a long time ago. It's all right Ron." She paused a moment. "I forgive you." She said, making sure he knew she was serious. He nodded his head.
Hermione yawned, but tried to cover it up. "You tired?" Ron asked. She shook her head. "You look it."
"I'm not." Hermione said, around another yawn. "I just need to rest."
"Go ahead and rest." Ron whispered. "I'll stay awake with Kara."
"I don't want to." Hermione said fiercely. She looked up at Ron. "I need to talk to you."
"You have been." Ron said.
"No." Hermione said, shaking her head. "Remember earlier, when I told you that we'd luck out without you?" Ron nodded his head, a look passing over his eyes. Almost embarrassment, almost regret. "When I said I'd lose someone I love dearly?" Hermione asked. Ron nodded his head. "Well…" Hermione paused. "I was serious. I do love you."
"I know." Ron said.
Hermione was afraid he'd say something like that. "Not like I did on-" But Hermione was cut off, when his lips pressed against her own.
"Ahem!"
They broke apart abruptly. It sounded like Umbridge was in the room. They looked towards the door, and saw Harry and Ginny standing in the doorway. "Even if you're in a room without anyone else, get another room! We're in here now!" Ginny said, putting her hands on her hips.
Hermione blushed, but smiled at them. "Hi."
"Hi to yourself." Harry said. He was holding something, Benjamin probably, in his arms, and he walked to Ron and Hermione. Ginny was next to him. "How are you, Ron?" Harry asked. He searched his best friend's facial expression, his eyes, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it.
"I'll get better." Ron said, smiling halfheartedly. "How are you?"
"Pretty good. I've got a bouncing baby boy!" Harry said.
Madame Promfrey peeked out of her office, and saw the three newcomers. "You're here too? Everyone in a bed." She said, dictating orders. "Weasley, by now you should be able to take that medicine, and get some food in your system. You need it. Potter, keep your feet up. They gave you everything you needed at St. Mungo's, no?" She asked.
Harry held up a bag, identical to Hermione's except it was blue. "I've got everything."
"Okay, Weasley, come to my office and help me distribute potions." Madame Promfrey said, speaking to Ginny. Ginny nodded her head and followed Madame Promfrey.
Ten minutes later everyone was situated. Madame Promfrey was being lenient, and she allowed Hermione to stay in Ron's bed, and Ginny to stay in Harry's. But she said one thing to them, making them laugh, "No more baby making."
"Which reminds me!" Hermione said. "Malfoy's the one who knocked us up."
"I think we should thank him." Harry said.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, alarmed. He looked over Hermione's head to stare at Harry.
"He helped us bring wonderful babies into the world." Harry said.
"Even though it was a bit unnatural for you and Ron, I'd have to agree." Ginny said.
"Isn't this such a happy ending?" Harry asked. "I'm so happy…ending."
"Err…the fact that, that didn't make sense…I get what you're saying." Hermione replied.
"Please tell me this isn't permanent. I need the angry boy who've I've grown so dear accustomed to." Ron said.
"You have no clue what you just said, do you?" Ginny asked.
"I do!" Ron said. "I hope he gets angry again, because him being this elated is scary!"
The four of them laughed, and then Kara started to cry because they laughed a little too loudly. In turn, Benjamin started to cry.
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Madame Promfrey walked into the Hospital Wing, after going to check on Snape, because he got ill again. She was surprised to hear silence, and she looked around.
Everyone was asleep, and resting between the two couples were their children.
Madame Promfrey smiled. She put out the torches, and walked to her office, shutting the door quietly behind her.
In the end, Ron lost his baby. Hermione had hers, after 8 hours and 45 minutes of labor. And Harry had his, being the most painful thing he had ever experienced.
The End
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BB/N: I love every person who stuck with me through thick and thin. I appreciate it, and I'm glad you helped me make this fanfic a success.
The Epilogue is just around the corner, as soon as I can finish typing it.
And toHermione256's sister, I have chapter 40 on 41 and 29 on 30 because I have a chapter that's 12.5. I forgot to put it in the actual chapter, so I made a half chapter after 12. Sorry for the frustrationI caused you! I'll eventually fix it, because I've redone chapters 1-3 and posted them already.
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