A/N: So I know it's been awhile, but I have been really busy. Since the last chapter a new semester has started, and I have two academic classes going on(which is hell). On top of school I am a competitive hip hop and musical theater dancer, and its comparison season. So this is actually my first day I have had nothing in 3 weeks. Writing is not on the top of my priority list, so it got pushed away. I am sorry here is my new chapter.
-A very sorry HMC
I woke up the next morning when I felt a pain, well not pain but a sick feeling in my stomach that made me groan in pain, then I felt like I was going to be sick. I ran to the bathroom, and as soon as I reached the toilet I vomited. I hear movement behind me, I feel someone pull my brown hair back. I push myself off the floor and wash my mouth out with water from the sink, I feel Weasley watching me.
"What do you want?" I ask him, his eyes are filled with concern. I feel a little bad for snapping, I mean he is human two, even though he is not the nicest human.
"Sorry you were just vomiting, and I am a decent human so I checked on you." He snaps back. I feel hurt, it's probably just the extra hormones. He left the bathroom, I left after him a few seconds and walked into the closet. I pulled out an oversized t-shirt, some jeans. I walk back to the bathroom. When I take off my baggy shirt after changing my pants, my eyes get drone to the mirror more specifically they fall onto my stomach. It was very similar to my normal stomach, but it was a little more out than before. I placed my right hand onto my belly and felt it was a little harder. I don't know how long I was standing there but I was brought out of my thoughts by a knock on the bathroom door. I dropped my hand from my stomach and opened the door to see Amy standing there, my eyes immediately fell on her stomach, very round and bulging out of her lower abdomen. I led my head on the door and made a greater to come in. She walked in, put the seat down, and put the seat down. I sat on the edge of the bathtub.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked.
"Everything." I say, Amy moves to sit next to me wrapping her arms around me. "I have to deal with stupide Louis Weasley as my fake baby daddy. I just fucking hate it." I tell her to hug her back. After a few minutes of sitting there I pull back from the hug. "But I don't think it can be as bad as having Fred Weasley be your fake baby daddy and looking that pregnant." I say making her laugh.
"With twins." she adds as we start laughing. "We should probably go. I left Ken down there with them and I wouldn't be surprised if he is dead by now." She said. I nodded, quickly pulling on the clean shirt, and we headed down to the one room. I am surprised to see a little boy around 5 right at the steps, he looks so much like Potter, but with Ken's brown eyes.
"Come here Harry." Ken said, picking up the boy. Ken moves back to sit next to Potter who has his arm wrapped around his soldier. I look over to lock eyes with Amy. I put my hand out, making her groin, dig in her pockets, pulling out the 5 gallons and shoving it into my hands with a glare.
"I hate you!" Amy said as she walked over to sit next to Ken. I look around to see that the only seat open is at the table with the two Weasleys, and there is no way I am going to sit with them. So I do the big girl thing and sit on the floor by Amy's feet. I soon start a conversation with Amy, Ken, and Potter-who I surprisingly get along with.
"I'm hungry!" Amy exclaims after an hour of talking. This gets the attention of the two Weasleys at the table.
"Carping, you shouldn't be on the floor." The blond Weasley I am partnered with said.
"Why not?" James asked, I have only made Amy aware that I am fake pregnant with Weasleys baby, and I plan on it staying that way.
"No reason." I say sending my fake husband a glare. He rolls his eyes not really caring what I say, but still staying quiet.
"Meggy?" Amy said in her pleading voice dragging out the g, I know exactly what she wants. "Can you make something for lunch?" I roll my eyes, but push up and move to the kitchen. I looked in the fridge, my eyes went straight to the chess and eggs. That gives me an Idea, I look in the freezer to look for hash browns. I spot them and pull them out. "Are you making hash browns?" Amy asked, I turned to see her look examined at the thought of hash browns, with a graded cheese, and an egg on top.
"Mabey?" I say with a little smirk on my face. I turn on the pan, pouring the hash browns on the pan. I sprinkled some space on top. A few minutes in the senate there is a really strong and I feel vomit in my throat. I run up the stairs, something I never do is run on stares. This is exactly why, my foot caught on one of the steps making me trip and fall. I hear people moving over to my side. I push myself off the ground, but as soon as I put pressure on my right leg I fall and grab onto the nearest thing to catch myself. The thing I fall into happens to be my fake husband's chest, I feel his arms around my waist.
"I'm going to get Madam Longbottom." Ken said, I open my mouth to protest that I don't need medical attention, but then I see Amy's face. Her face is her 'you better fucking do it' face.
"Fine," I say, rolling my eyes. Ken leaves, I pushed Weasleys arms that were still around my waist away, and hobble over to the couch. I sit down with my lag up on the other seats.
"Maybe we should go?" The darker skinned Weasley said, putting a hand on Amy's shoulder.
"No way in hell I am leaving the closest thing I have to a sister when she is hurt." Amy said, pushing his hand off.
"Can someone turn off the stove so this fucking cottage down." I say, I look over to see James turn it off with Harry in his arms.
"Can we maybe watch the languages around my child?" James said. Very soon after the door opens with Madam Longbottom bustling in. She set up her kit next to me.
"Heard you feel on the stars." Madam Longbottom said, I nod. "Can't go one week can you." she jokes. I roll my eyes, she tells me to pull my shirt up which I do, she waves her wand over my slightly bigger stomach, it looks like I am slightly pushing it out.
"What is going on-" Ken asked but he was cut off by Madam Longbottom shushing him. Soon we hear a little sound like a little heart beat. I give a small smile and put my hand on the bottom of the tiny bump I have. Thinking about the fact I have a little life in me, even if it is fake.
"Well the baby looks fine." she said. Then she looks down at my knee, she puts a little bit of pressure on it which makes me hiss in pain and grab a pillow to squirt. "Your knee is sprained, normally I would give you a poison to fix this in a second, but given that the poison could hurt the baby I can't." She said, then starts rifling through her bag, when she finds what she is looking for she pulls it out. It is a little blue bottle. " Here take this." she said, handing it to me.
"What does it do?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows together.
"It will fix your knee, but it will take a few days of bed rest. Now take it and I will go to inform the headmasters that you will be missing your class for a week. , can you bring her the work she missed?" she explains. After she leaves, as soon as she is out the door, Ken and James are in a line in front of me, it turns out the blond Weasley is sitting next to me on the floor.
"Why didn't you tell me you are pregnant?" Ken said he was really mad that I didn't tell him.
"Fake pregnant." I clearly don't want to get treated differently. I am a person and I don't care about that, I am going to be independent." I say, I can see Ken and Amy's faces are understanding, knowing that I have had to be independent since I was young. James and the two Weasleys seem a little confused.
"I think we should go. Harry needs a nap." Ken said, knowing that I am clearly in a poor head space. He grabs James hand pulling him out.
"Ya and we should go eat." Amy said, walking out with Weasley following. There is a quiet pose with just me and Weasley being there.
"It might be better if we move you to the bed." Weasley said, I agree. I nod, Weasley puts one of his arms under my lags, the other around my back. He easily picks me up and carry's my to the bed. This is going to be a long week.