Minerva was jostled from her paperwork when her door swung open with a sudden force and Ron was roughly shoved through by his two fellow Gryffindor's. Ron's face contorted in rage at the man handling he was receiving at their hands but otherwise remained silent which left all the talking to Dean and Seamus.
"Ron about killed Harry this morning while they were taking a shower. We heard a scream coming from the bathroom and when we went in to see what was wrong, Harry was laying on the floor bleeding and Ron was just standing there looking pretty happy with himself in the moment," Dean explained. "And he hasn't said a word about it the entire way up here." She motioned for the pair to leave while glaring down the red head with a gaze that was just shy of burning the skin right off his bones while the information slowly processed through her mind.
"Mr. Weasley, would you care to explain what happened or should I get right to the process of expelling you right now?" McGonagall said. Her hawk like eyes stared down Ron while she waited for his answer to form in his mouth. "I will gladly snap your wand if it would speed this up any as I would like to check up on Mr. Potter and his condition in the infirmary." Ron's head snapped up at the mention of his friend and a sneer formed across his mouth that was very uncharacteristic of the boy that she had known for all the years he had been at Hogwarts.
"Harry was supposed to be mine and mine alone! But then he went running off into Neville's arms last night, the bastard. He knew the arrangement that we had and he knew the consequences if he didn't come to me! He was rightly punished for turning me away last night and bringing Neville into his bed instead of coming to mine. I need my release for having to have put up with his crap over last six and a half years which I think I have rightly earned Professor," Ron finally spoke. He paced around the room during his rant, occasionally punching the air to emphasize a particular word.
"What arrangement was it that you had?" McGonagall asked, though she instantly regretted asking the question once the words came from her mouth. Ron turned his steely gaze which caused a shiver to run down her spine and her heart to momentarily stop dead in her chest.
"Every other night, he comes to my bed so we can have sex. If he doesn't, then I will take it by force if I must and I leave marks on him so he remembers to come to me the next time more willingly. After the hunt for all those damn horcrux's and after I saved his life during the final battle, I told him this is how he would repay me or I would tell the whole world his dirty little secret. That he preferred men and has worked his way through most of the Slytherins in an effort to satisfy his desires," he explained. He had settled in the chair in front of Minerva's desk and his relaxed body language unnerved her just as much as the words he spoke in explanation. She levitated Ron's wand from his pocket to her hands, easily snapping it in half at the admission of guilt from the now former student before him. She flourished her signature on the form that formally expelled him from the school before heading over the fireplace on the side of the room. She threw a handful of powder into the flames, followed by her head and her hand that held the important document. A few minutes later she pulled back and gave Ron a grim look that was utterly unforgiving of the position that he found himself in.
"Get out of my school, Mr. Weasley. I never want to see you step a foot back on these grounds on pain of additional charges on top of the ones the Ministry will be bringing against you in the next few days," Professor McGonagall ordered. His face paled considerably at the mention of charges; it was obvious he didn't think anything would happen to him if his brazen admission of guilt was anything to go by. "Yes, charges Mr. Weasley as in charges of sexual misconduct, sexual assault, rape, bodily harm, and violence against a fellow student with the possibility of trespassing if you come back. A trace will be placed upon you to monitor your behavior and if you should use unauthorized magic, you will be charged with that as well. Get out before I throw out the tower window myself."
Ron couldn't get out of the office fast enough at the threat that McGonagall had offered. She watched from the window as he headed through the gates and waited until he was just a speck against the skyline before she moved away to head to check up on Harry. The aura she projected around her forced everyone in her path to move aside without question or hesitation. She saw Neville sitting beside the bed, holding Harry's hand while gently talking to him though his voice was too low for her to make out what he was saying. Madame Pomfrey appeared from her office when she heard the footsteps enter her ward and she sighed at not having to search out the Headmistress herself.
"Minerva, I'm sure you know about the abuse by now as Thomas and Finnigan stopped by earlier to say that they brought Mr. Weasley to you. There is one more thing that you may want to know that I doubt that neither Mr. Weasley nor Mr. Potter are probably aware of," the healer said.
"Well I haven't got all day, Poppy, what is it?" Minerva snapped at the healer.
"Mr. Potter is six weeks pregnant and by all indications from my diagnostic spells the child's other father is Mr. Weasley." Neville snapped his eyes up to meet the two adults in confusion. His eyes grew wide as he turned back to Harry, focusing his attention on the midsection that was covered by the blankets. His mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish trying to get a breath but failing miserably before he was able to form sound.
"He is pregnant with Ron's kid?" Neville gasped. His eyes grew sad at the thought of losing Harry after such a short amount of time. "He didn't even tell me that they were together." Minerva put a comforting hand on his sagging shoulders, bringing the seventeen year old attention to her face.
"They weren't together, Mr. Longbottom, far from it in fact. Unfortunately, Mr. Potter has found himself in this particular situation through no fault of his own as Ron forced himself upon Harry. I hope that this doesn't deter you from being his friend, Neville," she told the Gryffindor. "He is going to have a rough few months ahead of him." He nodded in agreement, knowing that Harry would need someone to lean on when the hormones began to kick in to overdrive.
"Do you get anything easy, Harry?" Neville muttered, a few tears falling down his pale face. "You'd think after killing Voldermort you would think that life would start easing up for you. Now you've got a whole new beast that you are going to have to figure out, but I will be here for you every step of the way." Harry's eyes fluttered open slowly yet they were dulled slightly with the pain that was inflicted on his back but he smiled anyway up at Neville.
"What happened?" he rasped out. He looked between the three faces that seemed to swim above him in confusion. "And why does it look like you've been crying?" He reached up his hand to brush off a tear that had settled on Neville's chin.
"We've got a lot to talk about, Harry. Do you feel ready to open up a little bit?" Minerva asked. Harry nodded slowly, collecting his thoughts. "When did the whole thing with Ron start?"