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!

Epilogue

Hermione was sitting at her desk, tapping her foot, fingers, and quill in nervousness. She had just finished her last N.E.W.T. and was waiting for Emily to dismiss her, Ron and Harry.

Ginny had gone home with the rest of the students, at the end of the term. She was going to help Mrs. Weasley make Harry's room, on the first floor, and the little nursery. She was also going to help Bill and Charlie move Hermione and Ron's things into their new home.

Ron was on the last question. His eyes were drooping, he was tired. Harry had finished, and Ron knew he needed to finish soon, or else he'd not be able to do the last question.

'Why am I so tired?' Ron asked himself. He scribbled a little on his parchment, and then he looked up. It had been a week and a half since his accident. Ron pushed his hands against his eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked at his parchment again.

Answering the question at the last minute, he finished his last N.E.W.T. He was proud of himself.

"All right. The three of you have finished. Congratulations on doing your N.E.W.T.'s written exam, I'll see you three later this evening." Emily said, collecting their parchments and quills. She smiled warmly at them, as they got up.

When they left the classroom, Ron was slowly following Harry and Hermione. "What'd you think of question seven? Do you think I put the right answer when-"

"Hermione, you passed your N.E.W.T.'s, all right? There is now way you could have gotten a question wrong." Harry said, reminding her of her smartness.

"I know, but I'm still worried." Hermione said.

"What you should be worried about, is if Snape fed our children or not." Harry said, a smirk appearing on his face. "He didn't like me in the first place. Only Merlin know's what he'd do to our children."

"Harry, don't say anything like that!" Hermione exclaimed, looking a bit scared. "He wouldn't do anything, would he?" She asked. She stopped to look at Harry and Ron. "Ron, are you feeling all right?" She asked. "You look awfully pale." She went up to him and put the back of her hand against his forehead.

"I'm just tired." Ron said, shaking her hand off. "Haven't been sleeping well." He admitted quietly.

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances. "Why don't you go lay down?" Harry asked.

"Nope." Ron said, shaking his head. A slight smile appeared on his face. "I'm hungry."

"Ahh…The stomach always stops the tired." Harry said, imitating Dumbledore's mystical voice.

"That's right." Ron said jokingly. Hermione was still watching him worriedly.

The three of them walked in a comfortable silence through the empty corridors until they reached the Great Hall. The house tables had been taken away, and were replaced by a large rectangular table. Dumbledore was eating dinner. McGonagall and Snape were sitting at the table. McGonagall was speaking in hushed tones with Dumbledore, and Snape was holding Kara and Benjamin. They were both asleep, and Snape was watching them carefully. Michelle was sitting next to him, eating her vegetables.

Emily had just walked into the Great Hall, and sat down next to Snape.

Ron paused at the tables. "I'm not hungry." He said suddenly. Everyone looked at him, Harry and Hermione looking the most surprised.

"You just said you were." Harry accused.

Ron shook his head. "I'm not. I'll take Benjamin and Kara." He said hastily. Carefully he took Benjamin and Kara, and then left the Great Hall.

Harry and Hermione stood, watching Ron leave. After he was gone all the way from the Great Hall, they sat down at the table.

"Is Mr. Weasley feeling ill?" Dumbledore asked.

"He hasn't been the same since he left the Hospital Wing." Hermione said sadly. "I thought when I talked to him, it fixed everything."

"I'm not quite sure it's that, that's bothering him. At least not all of it." Emily said thoughtfully. Everyone looked at her, listening to what she was saying.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked. "He wasn't okay in the Hospital Wing, but he wasn't dodging meals and stuff either."

"I think it's Severus." Emily said.

"Me?" Snape asked.

"Daddy?"

"Snape?" Harry and Hermione said.

"Severus?" McGonagall said.

"Professor Snape?" Dumbledore asked, correcting Harry and Hermione at the same time.

"Yes, Severus." Emily said. "I know you've noticed he only eats with us, when he's not here."

"I thought it was just a coincidence." McGonagall said. "I never noticed the pattern with Severus."

"I think," Emily began, "Ron sees Severus as a fatherly figure."

"What about Mr. Weasley?" Harry interjected.

"Well, all right, not a fatherly figure, but he sees him as a fatherly person."

"That's because he's daddy." Michelle interrupted.

"I know sweetie." Emily said. "But I think Ron cares about what Severus thinks of him."

"When has Weasley cared what I've thought?"

"And," Emily continued, ignoring her husbands' comment. "I think he's afraid that Severus thinks badly of him, because the loss of his baby."

Everyone sat in silence for a moment. "Does that mean Ron's sad?" Michelle asked.

"In a way." Dumbledore said, looking at Michelle.

"That's bad." Michelle said. "I think I should make him a card." It looked like Michelle was going to get off the bench, but Snape stopped her.

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Ron ran a hand through his hair. The crib that Dumbledore had given them was in the Gryffindor Common Room, sitting in front of him. He was sitting Indian style in one of the armchairs, looking at Kara and Benjamin. They were both sleeping in the same crib.

'I'm a git.' Ron thought bitterly. 'Can't even eat in the same room as him!'

Ron jumped as the fireplace lit up. Two red heads popped out of the fireplace, and landed in front of the fire. Ron knew who they were.

"Thought you'd be in here." Fred said. George nodded his head in agreement. Ron just looked at them. George grabbed two chairs and brought them up to Ron's seat. "How've you been feeling?" Fred asked.

"Fine."

"Shouldn't you be eating?" Fred asked.

Ron narrowed his eyes at them, and was about to say something, when George interrupted him.

"We came to apologize Ron."

Ron closed his mouth, and looked at his brothers. A bemused expression was on his face. "What for?" He asked. "You didn't do anything."

"We did to." George said.

"We talked to Ginny today." Fred said. "She told us something…something important."

"She did?" Ron asked, an eyebrow arched. He lowered his voice as to not wake his sleeping daughter and nephew. "Something about me and my emotional breakdown a few months back?"

"Maybe." George said. "But she did tell you what you thought. How'd you'd get angry enough to do something…"

"Drastic?" Fred asked, looking at George. George nodded his head. "Drastic. And we want you to know it's not your fault."

"If it's not mine, who's fault is it?" Ron shot back, arms crossed over his chest. "No one pushed me. I wasn't in a bad state of mind, and-"

"We made you angry enough to run outside." Fred said.

"If we had just kept our mouths shut, you wouldn't have gone outside." George finished.

"And if the sky weren't blue, then we'd all die." Ron countered. "You can't make me feel any better with 'what if's'. I know it's my fault, and I've dealt with the consequences."

"Ron, shut up." George said. "And listen to what we have to say first."

Ron leaned back into his armchair, watching his brothers. He nodded his head for them to go on.

"It isn't really our fault at all."

"Or the Whomping Willow's."

"Or yours." Fred finished.

"It's Pettigrew's." George said, in a matter of fact tone. "He killed you a long time ago."

"And if he hadn't of done that, you wouldn't of had the urge to chase him down. You would have thought properly and gotten an adult." Fred finished.

Ron thought for a moment. "Then why do I blame myself?" He asked out loud, but meaning for him to hear the question only.

"Because you want someone to blame for something so horrible, and there's no one else, at least in your opinion, who deserves it more than you." George said sadly. "And I don't think you should think that way."

Ron sat quietly for a few minutes, his brain working over what Fred and George had just told him. He didn't want to believe them, because he felt more comfortable blaming himself.

"How come you're not eating dinner?" Fred asked, after the silence went on for a few more minutes. "It's unlike you to turn down a meal."

"Nothing." Ron said, not looking at either of the twins. "Just not hungry."

"You're never not hungry." Fred said.

"I feel weird." Ron said.

"Are you sick?" George said. "Do you need to see Madame Promfrey?" He asked.

"No. Have you ever felt uncomfortable around someone, after you've done something horribly wrong?"

"Is Hermione angry with you?" Fred asked. "We'll talk to her. She has no reason to be angry with you. She shou-"

"No. Me and Hermione are dating." Ron said. Fred and George gave Ron looks.

"Since when?"

"Does it matter?" Ron asked. "Now answer my question."

"Yeah, we always feel horrible after doing something bad."

"Okay." Ron said. "So when does the feeling go away."

Fred and George shrugged their shoulders. "Just depends."

Ron sighed. "Thanks." He said.

"Who's making you feel uncomfortable?" George asked.

"No one." Ron said. "And it doesn't matter anyway. Thanks for talking to me though." He stood up, and Fred and George did too. He gave each of them hugs, and smiled at them. "I appreciate it."

"No problem Ron." Fred said quietly. He then looked at the crib. "Are these the babies?" He asked.

"Yeah." Ron said. Soon he, Fred, and George were looking in the crib. "The little girl is Kara, and the boy is Benjamin."

"Jeeze. Flaming red hair." Fred said.

"Almost expected Harry's to have black hair." George said.

After a minute of looking at the babies, Fred and George pulled floo powder out of their pockets, and then they flooed to the Burrow. Ron took out the fire and then he sat down in his armchair again.

There were torches around the Common Room, and the warm night air was coming in through an open window.

Ron sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking of Fred and George's apologies. At first they said it was their fault, and then they changed it to the rats fault. Ron shook his head. He felt a little bit better than he did a week ago. But the whole, not being able to eat in the same room, or at least being in the same room with Snape, being difficult, was something Ron could have lived without.

Ron's silence was broken, when Benjamin started to cry. Ron flew from his seat and to Benjamin. He picked him, and held him, hoping that he wouldn't wake up Kara.

He didn't.

When Benjamin started to settle down a little, and his crying had turned into small sniffles, Ron sat back down and held him.

"Are you hungry?" Ron cooed. He didn't have a bag with him, so he couldn't feed him.

Benjamin stared at Ron, blinking back his tears. After a moment, he was asleep.

Ron tucked Benjamin into his arm, and then he leaned his head back. After a few minutes at this relaxed position, he fell asleep.

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"So do you think what Emily said was true?" Hermione asked, her hands shoved in her pockets.

"Pretty much." Harry said. "Snape does seem like a strong father type. Maybe Ron's just noticed, and is ashamed of…well…you know."

"I hope not." Hermione said. "I want the old Ron back."

"That'll take awhile." Harry said. "Nitwit." He said, to the Fat Lady. The portrait swung open, and the Fat Lady was grumbling about being called names.

"Is Ron asleep?" Hermione whispered, walking into the Common Room. Soft snores were coming from the armchair he was sitting in.

"That's definitely not a baby sound." Harry said. The two of them walked to Ron, and saw that both he and Benjamin were asleep.

"I hope Benjamin didn't cause to much chaos." Harry whispered. He carefully picked him up from Ron's arms. "We're going to take a bath, and then go to bed." Harry whispered. "Isn't that right Benjamin?" He asked. Benjamin was slowly starting to wake up.

"Okay. I'll see you in the morning," Hermione said. "Goodnight."

"Night."

Harry quietly walked to the Boy's dormitory stairs, and went up them. Benjamin was beginning to cry again.

Hermione sighed and looked at Ron. He looked peaceful, sleeping. She sat down on the arm of his armchair, and looked at him closer. He was a tad bit thinner, but not by much. She gently put her on his shoulder and shook him awake. "Ron, wake up dear." She whispered.

Ron woke with a start. At first he was afraid that Benjamin had rolled out of his arms, so he looked down at the floor. When he didn't see him, he looked at Hermione. "Where's Ben?" He asked.

"Harry took him." Hermione said. "And Kara's still asleep."

"Oh."

"Ron, are you sure you're okay?" Hermione asked. She peered at him closely. "And don't lie."

Ron wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his lap. "I told you I'd eventually get better."

"But you're not sleeping well, or eating." Hermione protested.

"Just wait." Ron said. "Give me a little bit, and I'll be the happy little boy I was three months ago."

"And what about you and Snape?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Ron stiffened for a moment. "It'll change sooner or later. I'm not sure you understand how I feel, I mean, not trying to be rude of anything."

"I know." Hermione said quietly. "I just wanted to make sure."

"Okay. But I will get better, and I will eat in the same room with him eventually."

"You sure?" Hermione asked.

"Positive."

"Okay." Hermione said. She smiled at him, and then kissed him. After the kiss, Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione and hugged her tightly.

"I love you." He whispered quietly.

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Harry smiled to himself. 'Okay, so I wasn't going to go immediately to give Benjamin his bath. But it's healthy to eavesdrop sometimes…I think…' Harry shook his head, confused with himself. Then he and Benjamin made their way up the stairs. The next day he, Ron, Hermione, and the babies were supposed to go to the Burrow for a reunion type thing, and then Hermione and Ron were going to go to their new house.

Harry smiled to himself. Ginny was waiting for him! 'I'm an odd person.' Harry concluded, walking into the seventh year boy's dormitory, and to the bathroom to give Benjamin his bath.

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BB/N: All right, bad news and good news to everyone who's reading this.

I'm not making a sequel, which is the bad news.

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