2011 A/N-I have an excuse for not updating, don't be mad! my laptop broke and I had no battery power, sorry! I also just realized that there wasn't a Hufflepuff in the class, so Paisley is, from now on, a Hufflepuff.


The pseudo-pregnant teens all entered the Great Hall. Some entered timidly, while others (Pansy) burst in there with such a commotion you would have thought a herd of elephants was behind her. Some first years got wide-eyed at seeing the six pregnant girls.

"What in the name of Merlin!" Lavender Brown shrieked, storming up to Pansy and Ron,"Won-Won, how could you! And you, Pansy Parkinson, are a wretched person!"

And that did it. Pansy may have been angry before, but now she started to sob hysterically, knees curled up to her chest, rocking back and forth on the floor. "Why would you say that, Lavender? I didn't do anything!" She kept weeping and Ron cautiously knelt down next to her.

"Pansy, please don't cry. She didn't mean it. She doesn't know about it."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child!" Pansy snapped, slapping away Ron's hand. She was definitely the most prone to mood swings.

"Pansy," Paisley's high pitched voice rang through the air, "I don't think yelling at Ron is going to help anything."

Pansy simply ignored her and rolled her eyes,"Whatever. I'm starving."

Hermione spotted a new, extra table for the Parenting Class students. Twelve plates were perfectly set out on each side of the table, food sitting in the middle. All of the girls walked as fast as they could to the food, while the guys walked behind them, afraid that if they tried to get there first one of the girls would stab them with a fork. Except Ron. Ron was practically running, trying to get to the food before the girls ate all of it, and Hermione was screaming at him that if he touched the food he would pay.

Padma was the first to make it to the table, pushing Ron off the end of the bench and making room for Cedric. Paisley had done the same thing, but didn't have to push anyone off, piling food onto her plate. The rest of the girls did the same, but when Laura took one bite, she spit it out and covered her mouth.

"Oh my, I think I might get sick if I eat anything."

The other girls dropped their food immediately when they heard the word sick. Pansy almost started dry heaving.

"Don't even talk about it, I was hurling all morning," Luna closed her eyes and tried to sip some water.

The boys froze, unsure if they should run away from the potential projectile vomiting. Except Ron, he was ecstatic because now he didn't have to worry about Pansy yelling at him for eating the food.

Dumbledore walked up to the podium at the front of the Great Hall. "Students," he greeted, "you are probably all wondering how Ms. Granger, Harris, Patil, Parkinson, Lovegood, and Fretch are all pregnant today, and they were not yesterday. Well, the class that the Ministry is enforcing required those young ladies to have a spell cast upon them that would make them magically pregnant. Do not assume that they are really pregnant. This was enforced for house unity. No couple is from the same house, and the children are not real. Now, I bid you all a good day," he said as he stepped down from the podium.

Students started racing towards the door to get to their next class, but the six couples were slower, not having to go to their classes, since someone would bring them their homework at the end of the day.

"So, what should we do?" Cedric questioned, glancing at the other wizards and witches.

"Maybe we should try to adapt to being pregnant. I mean, none of our clothes probably fit, and I had to charm my robes this morning," Hermione suggested.

"Oh, Merlin! I have to transfigure all my clothes?" Pansy groaned.

"Only transfigure your clothes that are appropriate for a pregnant girl, Pansy," Hermione said quickly.

"Oh, and what's that supposed to mean Granger? You think I'm a slut?"

"I never said-"

Hermione was cut off by Pansy lunging at her, arms outstretched, fingers curled like claws. Everyone else looked on in awe as Pansy yanked Hermione's curls and Hermione clawed at Pansy's face. Then a stricken platinum blonde remembered his child.

"Hey, Weasley, get the mother of your unborn child off of her!" Ron was pulled out of his shock and wrapped his arms around Pansy, pulling her off Hermione, and not letting go, since she was still struggling to get out of his grip and strangle the other witch. Hermione had shrunk back, hiding behind Draco and the others.

Pansy shouted at the top of her lungs,"Let go of me, Weasley!"

"Pansy, I'm not going to let go because you'll still try to hurt Hermione."

"Please, Ron," she pleaded, looking up at him with big, green, puppy dog eyes. He shook his head, immune to puppy eyes since Ginny used them so much.

"Pansy, you shouldn't be physically fighting with someone, you could injure the baby."

"Well, doesn't this put a damper in my day, as if it could get any worse."

*Flashback*

Ron woke up, his back aching and his neck at a weird angle from sleeping on the couch. He had given up fighting with Pansy after she slammed the door in his face. He shuffled to the bedroom door, starting to turn the knob but finding it was locked.

"Pansy, let me in!"

"Go away!" Pansy murmured from the other side of the door.

"I need to get to my clothes."

"Oh, fine. But don't look at me!"

"Deal."

Ron heard the lock click, and Pansy slowly creaked open the door. Ron walked in, and looked around for Pansy. He found her curled up in a ball on the bed, a fluffy black blanket wrapped around her, only the top of her head, and a few dark auburn hairs, could be seen.

"Pansy..."

"What?" came the muffled reply.

"Why are you hiding underneath a blanket?"

"'Cause I'm hideous."

"Come out."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes, Pansy, yes!"

"NO!"

Ron finally gave up and yanked the blanket off of her, but dropping it soon after and freezing. "Bloody hell..."

Pansy was huge. Not as big as Hermione, but her stomach was definitely not as small as Paisley's.

"Don't say that, Weasley! You just made me feel worse!"

"No, no, Pansy. I'm not saying it cause you're huge, I'm saying that because you're pregnant. I mean, there's actually a baby in there!"

"Can we just go to breakfast, before you get all sodding emotional."

*End Flashback*

"Oh, but Miss Parkinson, I believe this might cheer you up. You all get to go to your first ultrasound today! And then, our new Parenting Class instructor will teach you about the pregnancy and what you need to do to prevent anything from happening to your child. The Parenting Class will be held in the old Transfiguration classroom on the West wing of the building. Now, run along."

Hermione and Draco were standing at the entrance to the Hospital Wing, afraid to walk in there and get a good look at the baby that was growing inside of Hermione.

"Well, c'mon!" Pansy yelled from inside. They both sighed and walked up to Madam Pomfrey.

"Hello, Hermione, Draco. Ready to see your baby?"

"Not really," sighed Draco.

"Alright. Come to the last station, next to Miss Lovegood and Mister Potter, and across from Miss Parkinson and Mister Weasley."

The Head's made their way down to the end of the row of beds, stopping to look at each couple, most looked nervous and uncomfortable, but some had smiles on their faces. For instance, Harry and Luna. They both had huge smiles on their faces.

"Good news?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded while Luna's dreamy voice said, "We're having twins"

Hermione lied down on the bed and soon after Madam Pomfrey came over and, muttering a spell under her breath, she waved her wand over Hermione's baby bump. A projection of the ultrasound hovered next to them, a black and white image that looked like a whole bunch of nothing to the teens.

"Oh my," she said, looking at the hologram thingy-ma-bobber that had appeared, "Well, it looks like you two are going to be having three children."

"Oh for the love of Merlin and all things magical..." Draco sighed.

"Wh-wh-what?" Hermione stuttered, starting to panic, "I can't take care of three children, I probably can barely take care of one! I've never even taken care of a baby before! And we're probably the only people having triplets! Everyone else is going to happily be living with the perfect amount of family members! Two kids, two parents. And hell, having just one child would be ideal. But no! Damn Dumbledore wanted inter-house unity, so he gave us three kids! Yeah, just peachy!"

"Wait, your having triplets 'Mione?" Ron yelled across the room.

"Shut up, Ron! Now everyone knows!"

"OH MY GOD!" Pansy shrieked,"I'M HAVING TWINS! Damn you and your stupid gene pool, Weasley!"


Hermione sat at a dusty desk in the Parenting classroom, glaring at Draco from the corner of her eye, until a tall, dark-skinned, curly haired lady walk to the front of the class.

"Hello, my name is Professor Grassley and I will be your Parenting Class teacher for the next two weeks. Now, unlike a muggle pregnancy, magical pregnancies have fewer risks. But since this is a magical magical pregnancy, there are even fewer risks. For instance, if the mother gets stressed out, there is a chance of injuring or losing the baby, but, if you perform the correct spell, your child will be safe. But on the other hand, if a mother is hit by a spell that was not performed correctly, or one of the three unforgivables, it will be 100% fatal to the baby and possibly the mother. Any questions?"

Paisley slowly raised her hand "But I thought Professor Dumbledore would have made sure this was safe for the students and their magical children."

"Well, Miss Fretch, this will teach you to be safer and more responsible, now won't it? Any other questions? No? Good. Now get out."

All of the boys scrambled out as quickly as they could, while the girls waddled to the door. "Oi, take care of the girls now, boys!" Came the faint scream from behind them.

(A/N)-Ok, well tht took forever and I just got my computer back, sooooooo. R&R! PLEEEEEAAAAASE, it helps me update seriously!