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Telling Him by Michael Winges

Format: Short story
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 3,518

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lily, James, Ginny, Scorpius, Rose
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, James/Lily, Ron/Hermione, Rose/Scorpius

First Published: 03/30/2009
Last Chapter: 11/16/2012
Last Updated: 11/16/2012

Lily, Hermione, Ginny, and Rose are all pregnant (well, not all at once). What's wrong with that? Nothing, except for their husbands' reactions. Follow all of the generations as Lily tells James, Hermione tells Ron, Ginny tells Harry, and Rose tells Scorpius that they are pregnant.

The only problem is telling him...


Chapter 1: Lily
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I started pacing around the room, wondering where James could be. I looked at the clock. It's half past eight, I thought. Where is he?!

About an hour later, James came tumbling in. His lip was cut up and he had a black eye. I screamed at his appearance.

"Lily..." He murmured in a painful voice. "I think I broke a rib." He started to collapse. I caught him, although he was about a good 50 pounds heavier than me.

"James!" I shrieked. "What happened?!"

"Death Eaters... attacked... the Ministry," He said, gasping in pain as I laid him down on the bed. "We... got most of... the bastards... but Voldemort and... his main cronies... got away."

"Oh, James," I whispered, laying down next to him. "I'll heal you, but then you have to go to sleep." I said it reluctantly, becuase I had a secret to tell him. But, I pulled out my wand and started healing his body silently. Then, I kissed his forehead and got him a potion from the cabinet in the bathroom. "Drink this," I told him, my voice sweet yet strict. He did as he was told. "That is for the rib."

After about 10 minutes, James was out cold. I went into the bathroom again and looked at the little cup that was sitting on the counter. I looked into it - it should've been ready by now - and gasped. It can't be, I thought. I walked out of the room in a haze. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the kitchen, crying.

I walked down the hall, my hands curled into fists to stop them from shaking. I was scared - I didn't know how he would react if I told him.

It had been about twelve hours since James had come home. I had brought him food and water, but he was asleep at the time.

I hesitated at the door, biting the knuckle of my right knuckle. I heard James move in bed. There was a crack in the door. I looked through it. James was sitting up in bed, reading a book. I took a deep, shaky breath, grabbed the door handle, and entered the room.

James looked up as I entered the room with an arm wrapped around my midsection. "Hey Flower," He said absently as I closed the door and wrapped my other arm around my midsection.

"James,'" I said, my voice rough from crying. He looked up, concerned. "Can I talk to you?"

"Lily," he said, creating room for me beside him. "Of course you can talk to me! I'm your husband, after all!" I crawled into bed next to him and snuggled in next to him.

"So," he said, once I was settled in. "What do you want to talk about?"

I inhaled slowly, preparing for a very nerve wracking moment. "James." I said timidly. "What would you do if I told you that you were to become a father?" He looked at me, confused. "I'd love you and the child more and more everyday. Why do you want to know, Lils?"

I took another deep breath and looked into James' gorgeous, hazel eyes. "James," I said. You're going to be a daddy."

He took a deep breath, turned his head slightly, and stared off into space. "Oh, fuck," he whispered. Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to fight them, but I failed. They leaked over the sides. A sob escaped my lips. He turned back toward me, alarmed, and his expression softened as soon as he saw me. He wrapped his arms around me.

"James," I said softly, crying into his shoulder. "I'm scared!"

He stroked my messy hair, murmuring things like, "It's going to be ok," and "Shhh... don't cry, Love."

"Do you hate me?" I asked. He looked at me with eyes that said 'you're joking, right?'

"Lily Marie Evans Potter! I feel a lot of things towards you, and absolutely none of them have anything to do with hatred and me being upset with you! You are my life now, and there's nothing you can do about it! So you'll just have to deal with me for the rest of your life! Well, both of your lives," James said. I gave a wet giggle, and proceeded to snog his brains out.

"I love you, Mrs. Potter," James said and leaned forward to kiss my forehead.

"And I love you, Mr. Potter," I said. About five minutes later, James and I fell asleep - James' were arms around me, my hands were on my stomach.

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Chapter 2: Ginny
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I, Ginevra Molly Potter, was ambushed in my home while my husband was out buying groceries and taken to the Malfoy Manor, where Draco Malfoy put me in the secret room in the basement - the same one where Harry had been placed with Ron, Mr. Ollivander (who died three weeks before my wedding day; his daughter, Aletra Mondago, age 20, runs his store), and Luna Lovegood had been stored as prisoners. I cried out for them to release me, to which they laughed at me until their faces were red and tear-streaked. It wasn't until I started to get sick - that very same day, mind you - that they questioned me on why I was acting in such disgusting ways. I told them the truth, and they moved me to the most comfortable room - Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy's old room. Malfoy would come in and check on me every hour, just to see if I were okay.

"Potter!" He yelled one night. I walked to the banister and put my hands on it. I was shaking with embarrassment. He had dressed me in a very voluptuous outfit - a very small, black skirt and a black shirt that didn't cover my stomach at all. I wasn't fat yet, about a or so month along (I had only known that I was pregnant for three weeks, or the day that I was taken). the shirt had one strap, which went over my right shoulder, and went down to about an inch below my bra line. He smiled at my appearance.

"Lovely, darling," he said. "Come down here so I can dine with you." I walked down the stairs in the in the five inch black stilettos that had been forced upon my feet. When I reached the bottom, Malfoy, dressed in black slacks and a black turtle-neck ensemble with black loafers. His hands were crossed behind his back, and when I was ten feet away from him, he reached his left hand out to grab my upper arm. He dragged me into the ballroom, where a few Death Eaters and their lovers were sitting there in the room. When I walked into the room, one of the women, Pansy Parkinson, started to cry.

"Shut up, Pansy," Malfoy shouted. "I can't be yours, you besetment!" She continued to cry harder.

"Draco!" I hissed - he demanded me to call him Draco whenever I addressed him. He looked at me like he hadn't done anything. I walked out of the room with my nose in the air. Malfoy followed behind me; I knew he was afraid that I might get sick if he left me alone.

"I'm fine, Draco!" I yelled at him. "Stop following me! I'm not going anywhere, you git!" He had stopped a few feet from me. I stopped to take a deep breath, and I swear I heard him say something about "damn hormones."

There was a loud bang, a lot of rubble, and a band of highly trained Aurors clambered into the room, Harry at the head of the group.

"Harry!" I yelled, excited at the thought that I was finally getting rescued.

"Ginny!" He ran over to me, his feet seemingly not touching the ground. When he reached me, his right hand cupped my face. My hormones were already on the fritz, so I did the only logical thing that came into my mind: I snaked my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his.

It seemed like the world had stopped right then and there.

When we broke apart, all of the Death Eaters were rounded up and huddled in a group. Their lovers were all the way across the room, screaming for their significant other. Pansy was among them. But we didn't notice. All that we could think of was each other as we gazed into each others' teary eyes. That's when I remembered; I had a very important announcement.

"Harry?" He looked at me with a grin on his face and a look that said 'yeah? you want to talk?' "I'm pregnant." His smile grew wider. "And it's yours." He was grinning ear to ear. He kissed me again. I was the one to break apart.

"Come on, love," Harry said. "Let's go home." We walked through the detritus and apparated on the spot to our home on West Little Wing Drive. It was a large house with a big backyard. And I was glad to finally to be home.

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Sorry I haven't been writing. I had writers block and I got a facebook and I was busy with familial ties and deaths. But I'll be writing more.

Chapter 3: Hermione
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I walked slowly into the kitchen, being cautious. I poked my head through the door.

Ron was sitting at the bar, as we like to call it - it looked like a counter in one of those diners that you see in commercials and cartoons. His head was bent over his work. He was working on writing a letter to the new headmaster of Durmstrang, Marcus Polistrantolius.

I stepped through the doorway and walked up until I was standing behind the counter and in front of him.

"Ron," I said, shakily. I was scared stiff.

"Mm-hmm," he said, not raising his head.

"We need to talk."

"Alright," was his response. He still didn't look up.

"Ron, will you please look at me?"

"Hermione, I'm very busy right now. I need to do my work. Just keep on talking while I write."

"Ugh. Fine, Ronald, if you want to be like that..." I trailed off, seeing that he wasn't really listening.

"Ronald?" He ignored me. He had finished his letter. Putting it to the side, he picked up a packet and started working on it.

"Ron!" He still didn't answer, working on the packet.

"RONALD! LISTEN TO ME!" I was getting extremely frustrated. He didn't put down his quill. He just nodded his head, pretending to listen to me.

"ARGH!" He jumped ten feet into the air. I stomped out of the kitchen. He followed me into our living room.

"What the bloody hell is more important than recruiting more Aurors to find Zabini and his followers?!" I stopped, tears in my eyes. Ron had never sworn at me - not since we had gotten married. I shook my head and turned around. He looked pissed. At least, he had, but when he saw that I was crying, his look softened immediately.

"'Mione," he whispered, taking a step towards me. I shook my head.

"No," I said. "You won't listen to me? Fine. Have fun stormin' the castle without your wife." I then summoned a bag, clothes, personal belongings, and my purse, and packed them right in front of his eyes. When I had finished, I walked to the door, opened it, walked through, and turned around.

"I hope you can find everything that you wish for, because your family of three just became a family of one." And I slammed the door on his face. I apparated to the Potters' house.

"Hermione?" A surprised Harry asked when I hugged him. He slowly wrapped his arms around me. I cried into his shoulder.

"Shh... It's ok." He said.

"He swore at me," I cried. "And to think that I'm married to that - that git!"

"Are you complaining about my brother?" Ginny walked through the living room to the door. I nodded. Harry let go of me and Ginny led me upstairs and into a guest bedroom. We sat down on the bed and I cried. She just comforted me.

"Ginny," I said when I had cried all of the tears I could. "I'm pregnant."

"You're joking!"

"No," I said, smiling. "I'm not kidding."

"Hermione Weas-"

"Don't say my last name, please. I don't want to think about him."

"-why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant! Didn't the Healers say that you couldn't have children?"

"The same Healer that told me that couldn't have children was the one that told me that I was pregnant." Ginny laughed. She looked at the watch on her wrist.

"Oh, dear. It's ten o'clock. Better get some rest. Ron will probably be here tomorrow.

She was right. He came over the next day - and the day after that, and the day after that... for an entire week. I refused to go down and see him. Instead, I took care of James, who had just turned a year old.

One day, I was playing with James, when Ron burst into the room, Ginny close behind. She shrugged past Ron, took James from me, gave me a concerned look, and walked out of the room. Ron just stood at the door, looking at me. I crossed my arms.

"Well," I said. "What do you want?" He looked hurt.

"I want you to come home with me," he said, walking towards me. He sat down next to me on the bed. I raised an eyebrow.

"You want me to come home with you? You sure didn't act like that the last time I was there."

"I'm sorry, but I was extremely busy." I glared at him, got up, and walked over to the window. I sighed.

"I can't believe this." He got up and walked over to me, putting his arms around me. He began kissing my neck.

"Ron," I said, turning around. "I need to know that you will be the best husband-" he nodded his head "- and the best father -" he raised his eyebrows "- in the world."

"I promise," he said. He touched his face to mine. "I'll love you and whatever children we have in the future."

"Ron, I'm pregnant." He smiled. And then he kissed me on the lips. It was a short kiss, but it got the point across. Then we went home.

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Chapter 4: Rose
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I walked through the house in a haze. I ran my hands along the pale yellow walls that we had painted just weeks before, absorbed in my thoughts.

What if he flips out, I thought. What if he hates me after this? What if he abandons me - rather us?

Before I knew it, I was standing in the doorway of our master bedroom. Scorpius lay on the bed, reading a magazine that had a picture of a man lifting weights, showing off his abs. Scorpius had on a wife beater (it was ironic, because he was extremely gentle) and black pants, his spiked hair sticking up in every direction. I just stood there, looking at him. He didn't seem to notice my appearance, so I walked over to the bed and climbed up next to him. He turned his head to see who had joined him, smiled, and turned back to the article he was reading. I looked over his shoulder. We lay in silence for a few seconds. I finally broke it.

"Scorpius," I said. He turned his attention towards me, closing his magazine with his index finger on the page he was on.

"Yes?" He said, his voice rough from not talking for a few hours.

I stared into his eyes, mesmerized.

THose beautiful, beautiful grey eyes... I shook myself. I needed to tell him, get it over with. I averted my gaze, trying to clear my thoughts.

"Baby," he said, moving so that he was supported on his right arm. "Baby, what's wrong?"

I had to do it now. Now or never.

"Scorpius," I said again. I couldn't look into his eyes. "I'm pregnant."

There was silence. Then he slid two fingers under my chin and lifted my face up so that he could look into my eyes, which were full of tears. He looked concerned.

"That is why you were so worried?" He said, throwing his magazine over his shoulder aimlessly, making it hit the wall. Then, he laughed. "This is the second best day of my life."

I looked at him, shell-shocked.

"What?" I asked. His laughter filled the room. I was still confused. He noticed that, causing to kiss me. It was a quick peck on the lips. It made me smile, though I was thoroughly bewildered.

"I've been waiting for you to say that to me since the day we got married," he said, tears forming in his eyes. "Which, by the way, is the best day of my life." I smiled, caressing his face.

"It's my favourite day, too," I said. He smiled.

"Ego mos diligo vos forever , meus diligo." He said. My smile widened. The inscription on my engagement ring. He had explained to me that it meant I will love you forever, my love. I know, a bit redundant, but it was so sweet that I still have tears in my eyes when I think about it.

I leaned in to press my lips to his. The kiss started out slow, like it always did. He was sitting up now and I was leaning on my knees, pressed up against him. His hands started at my hips, thumbs gently rubbing circles on the small of my back. My hands were around his neck. As the kiss grew, his hands snaked their way down the sides of my thighs. I shuddered at the tickling sensation. My hands moved into his hair. After about twenty minutes, he had me underneath him, hi beater off, me still in my denim shorts and yellow camisol. We stopped for air. Then a thought occurred to me then. He went in to kiss again. I pressed my right index finger to his lips. He gave me a look that looked like a mix between a lost puppy and one of confusion. I smiled.

"Hold that thought for one minute, please," I said, coming out from underneath him. He looked after me, confusion written all over his face.

A little while later, I came out of my closet in his favourite piece of lingerie on, a very small black dress (the hem ended at the top of my thigh) that had very thin spaghetti straps. It showed off more skin and chest than I would prefer, but it was lingerie, and my husband. It was my favourite, too. He was sitting on the bed, waiting expectantly. When he saw me walking towards him, he smiled greedily. I walked over to the bed and sat down. Scorpius grabbed me by the waist and dragged me down so that I was under him. He put his lips next to my ear.

"Now," he said, his voice husky. "Where were we?"

"I don't seem to remember," I said playfully. "I think my Quidditch-player-husband was just about to make things very interesting."

"Ah, yes," he said, pressing his lips to my neck. I felt something cold on my chest. I picked up the little trinket that was hanging off a chain around his neck; it was a locket. I quickly opened it - there were two pictures: one of me and him when we first got together (I was on his back, laughing), the other was of us on our wedding day. The tears came back.

"Scorpius," I whispered. He lifted his head from my neck to look at me. Then he saw that I had discovered the locket and smiled. Then I released the locket, grabbed his head, and planted my lips on his.

When we finally broke apart for air, I looked at the clock. Midnight. I looked back at Scorpius, suddenly extremely tired. He looked exhausted - he had, after all, been in a Quidditch tournament all day. He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. I looked into his stormy grey eyes - the ones that I fell in love with all those years ago.

"I love you, Rose. Oh, so much," he said.

"I love you, too," I said back.

Dear reader,
This is the last chapter in this little adventure. Also, the words that are on Rose's ring is is in Latin. Yes - the supposedly dead language. People really ought to stop calling it "dead." A dead language is one that stops changing, or evolving. Anyways, please read and respond. I wish that there was a banner for this story... oh well!
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