Molly watched her broken hearted son walk off into the night from the doorway of Albus Dumbledores office... Ron cut a forlorn red headed figure, pregnant and dispirited by great loss...

"Wee-eeeell" Molly drawled, stretching the word into two syllables, and hitched up her trousers with her thumbs, "guess it's about time to hit the trail," she reckoned.

She began to amble out of Dumbledores office, she had already been near the exit so it was no big deal for her to just go ahead and leave all the way.

But as she was walking out Dumbledore lay his thin long fingers upon her back, "hold up a minute there Molly," he intoned authoritatively.

Molly blushed and grinned, the lumpiness of her frayed old sweater making it obvious that she was leaving with several of Dumledores most valuable items secreted upon her person. "Gee Dulmbedore what seems to be the problem?"

She did a coquettish half curtsy, bringing her knees together and leaning forward so her tired old breasts would surge forward towards the Headmaster.

"Hmmm," Dumbeldore frowned aimlessly, "I bet you stole a bunch of my things didn't you, Molly Weasley?"

Molly's posture straightened imperceptibly, she tried not to let it show but she was just that much more on her guard now... Sure, he was playing coy now, but if things kep going this way Molly was worried that he might begin to suspect that she was pilfering his things...

"What seems to be the problem Albus Dumledore?" Molly tried to stall him by asking that but when he contracted his white brows in slight confusion she remembered that she had already said that... She turned, pivoting at her waist so she was facing away from Albus and hit her fist into her palm, 'damn!' she muttered, 'gonna need to do better than that!'

Then Molly made an effort to compose herself and turned back around to face her prusuer, a false smile plastered across her face like it wasn't obvious to him that she had just been talking to herself... Because she actually had stolen a bunch of his stuff, but only the things she thought she could get a good amount of money at a pawn shop... Not that that mattered to Albus Dumbledore!

That's when Molly started to get really turned on. Now that Dumlbedore has to strip search her to retrieve his stolen items she sure is excited and trembles with giddy anticipation imaging his wrinkled old hands traveling over every pale freckled inch of her skin...

"Mmmmmmmmm" She said, blushing fiercely.

"Are you going to have to do a strip search and look all over my body!? With all this people here watching!" Molly cooed.

She wasn't hardly even trying to pretend like that wasn't exactly what she had wanted all along! Albus could tell and she could tell he could tell and that just turned her on further because she is one freaky deaky bitch and this is the only way she can get off without putting on a bunch of face paint and blasting old KISS records...

Unfortunately for everyone else she was the only one that was getting turned on, they don't call her 'Mollywoobles' for nothing and her sagging old boobies were really depressing to Dumbledore and his friends he had over, Eric and Martin.

"Anyone, uh, anyone wanna help me out here?" Dumbledore said feebly. He was standing close enough to Molly to block the exit but stil leaning as far away from her as he could comfortably manage.

Martin and Eric snickered cattishly, "that shit is all you buddy go ahead!" They cajoled him roughly.

Albus sighed and set to his grim work while Molly simpered and squeaked with great exaggeration, she also kept smiling way too wide the whole time as if to make up for Albus' lack of enthusiasm and she kept saying stuff like ,"you act all serious while we're fooling around and your friends will think that just because you make that kind of face because you're focusing on pleasing my body that you actualyl aren't enjoying this!" Molly cajoled him.

"But I'm really not enjoy this at all Molly Weasley," Dumbldeore told her as he took back his good shot glasses from underneath her pendulous breasts. She'd managed to vertically line up four in a row, 8 in total between both sagging teats.

"Tee hee hee you boys sure are getting a show huh!?" Molly said and blushed even more fiercely but the others weren't even watching and they filed out of the room silently.

Dumbledore sighed, "thanks a lot guys," he muttered, then; "That's where my good quill is!" as Molly bent over before him.

Meanwhile, In the Boys Grifyndor Dorimitory

Ron stumbled in a drunken daze back to the Gryfindor tower so he can go to the Gryfindor Dorimitory. He was absolutely red faced because his embarassing mother had made him look like an idiot in front of Hitlers Ghost or whatever, she always went on and on about the rock group KISS and tried to get people to put on face paint and fuck her while playing KISS records like "Rock and Roll all Night!" and their other songs too...

"Dangit Molly Weasley why you gotta embarass me in front of friends!" Ron cursed out and kicked a rock...

He finallly got back to the Dorimitory and he found Harry Potter there waiting for him with a blanket. Harry put the blanket to Ron's shoulder and gives him a warm cup of water.

"Tut tut." Hrarry scolded Ron, "you can't just go wandering off like that when you are impregnated with my property in your tummy!" Harry said.

Ron flinched instinctively but Harry forbade to smack the taste out his mouth just this once because of his, ROn's, delicate condition of pregnancy, and on Christmas none the less!

Speaking of Ron is pregnant... uh oh it looks like his water just broke!

Splash! Ron water broke all over the rug in front of the fire place in the common room Gryfindor Tower. "Watch out everybody it looks like I'm finally going to give birth now!" Ron cried out!

Harry couldn't believe his eyes! Ron had been pregnant for a while now because of how Time Skips, once they were Unleashed, caused a magical transferance of his and Molly Weasleys sexual fluids to comingle withn Ron as a sort of Magical-Reproductive- Conduit.

Magcial Redproductive CNonduits, as everyone with at least a First Year Hogwarts education knows are conduits through which a guy can ejaculate onto and then a lady too and someone else gets pregnatn that way! For more information on how Ron got pregnant read the several proceeding chapters.

Anyways; Ron began to kick and flail wildly now that he is finally giving birth!

"Oh wow I can't believe I'm finally giving birth!" Ron cried out.

Harry was there kneeling by his side and clutching Ron's clammy hand with a tear stained face, his teeth were grinding too hard in joy and anticipation for him to respond to Ron's outburst and he just nodded his head, wordless...

Speachless..

Speachles at this the miracle of a new birth... and on Christmas nonetheless!

Hermione Lion Heart 2030 had been in the corner with Kraug and Mecha Granger but now they all come over to Ron and Harry. Kraug pulled off Ron's pants so he can give birth better without them on anymore and they all watch in wide eyed terror as Ron's pelvis skin began to stretch and stretch, the outline of a small creature of some sort inside of it.

Because Ron is a boy and doesn't even has a vagina the baby has to claw its way out from his body! Blood geysers up in a thick crimson torrent as his punished skin finally reaches its limit splayed asunder!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ron absolutley bellowed in pain.

Harry blinked stupidy, is it really this hard to have baby?

Ron began to thrash about even more now that his pelvic skin was ripping open all the way up his stomach and to just under his chest like he'd been gutted basically. Razor sharp baby nails clawed his skin to tatters and the baby finally came out from him... but will Ron live to see it's first breath?!

Continued soon!3