#idk if it extends to other kinds of ants but i don’t want to find out!

[boycritter]

saw a HUGE ant on my leg and threw my phone across the room trying to get it off 😭😭

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"Mom’s going to kill us.”

George Weasley ~ Harry Potter

Prompt: You are pregnant, fam.

Requested by: No

Written by: Head Honcho

Reader: Female

Warning: Teen pregnancy

A/N: Order of Phoneix time frame when the twins are in their last year, also idk if there is a difference on how wizards find out they’re pregnant ant muggles/humans do... so I just went with the good ol’ test.

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Order of Phoneix Headquarters Beginning of Christmas Holiday

You bury your face in your hands as you sit on the edge of the bathtub. The literal fate of the rest of your life is resting on the three sticks sitting on top of the basin of the sink.

You take a glance at your watch and let out a deep breath. There is still two minutes left and you’re dying inside. All the thoughts on how this will affect your future along with George’s... don’t forget the timing of it too.

Your thoughts get cut off by the bathroom door flinging open.

“Ron!” You shout.

“Oh... sorry.” Ron awkwardly apologizes, eyes snapping from the basin to you then he slams the door close. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest.

Timeskip Living Room Area

You plop back down on your spot on the couch next to your lovely red-headed boyfriend. He wraps his arm around you, pecking your forehead causing a smile to appear on your face.

Once you hear him go back to the conversation, you take a glance over at Ron. He raises his eyebrows, silently asking, you nod. His eyes light up and he looks over at his older brother, a different kind of feeling when he sees him talking.

He turns back to you, mouthing a ‘congratulations’ in which you smile at him. Your focus gets snapped back to George when he squeezes your thigh, signaling you to join the conversation.

Christmas Eve

You wake up with a dazed smile on your face as you feel small butterfly kisses go up your collarbone. You let out a tiny giggle while scrunching your shoulder to the side of your face when he nips at the ticklish spot towards the back of your neck.

“Look who’s up.” George chuckles, perching up on his elbow next to you.

“Mmmm, no.” You mumble, rolling on your side and burying your head in his chest causing him to place a hand on your back to keep him from being bumped off the bed.

“Come on.” He sneaks a hand up your shirt and slowly rubs up and down your back. “It’s Christmas Eve and everyone’s downstairs... I wanted to give you your present a bit early.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as his hand lowers to your butt.

“George.” You let out a breath, rolling onto your back again.

“(Y/N).” He scoots a bit closer to you.

“As much as I want to,” You set a hand on his cheek. “I’m not really feelin’ that when any member of your family can walk in.”

“Fine...” He throws his head back in exaggeration, you pat his cheek then sit up, getting out of bed. “But when we get a night alone... oh, you’re not going to regret it.” He points a finger up at you.

“Oh, I sure hope not.” You lean down and place a quick kiss to his lips. “I’m going to go take a shower, you get ready too.” You pat his chest then walk over to the dresser and grab some clothes.

After grabbing some leggings, clean undergarments, and one of George’s old Weasley sweaters, you head to the bathroom. When you close the door, you let out a deep breath. This is the day.

Few Hours Later

“So.” Ron appears right next to you just when Molly disappears out of the kitchen. “When?”

“Well, hello to you too, Ronald.” You chuckle slightly, eyeing his... unique vest he got last Christmas. He realizes what you’re looking at and hits your arm. “Aye, I’m peeling here!” You exclaim.

Ron ignores you and takes a glance around the room, making sure no one is in earshot. He then leans in and mumbles something under his breath.

“What?” You question.

“When are you...” He nods his head towards the wall.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows. “Use your words, hun’.” You sarcastically encourage.

“When are you going to tell George?” He says louder, you gulp and direct your attention back to the potatoes.

You open your mouth up to answer but get cut off.

“Tell George what?” Molly questions, walking back into the kitchen with a pair of familiar trouble makers following her. Your eyes widen as you turn to Ron who looks terrified.

“Yeah, tell me what?” George asks.

“Uh...” You turn Ron around to face his mother. “That--”

“I love him.” The young redhead cuts you off, Molly furrows her eyebrows and places a hand on her hip.

“Yeah!” You nod with a large smile. “I know I say it a lot to him but Ron doesn’t say it enough so he came to me for advice.” You sling an arm around his shoulders.

“Awwww, Ronnikins.” George smiles, walking up to his younger brother. “I love me too.” He pinches his cheek then goes passed him to the cheese resting on the cutting board where his twin is.

“Aye, no eating the ingredients.” Molly whips a towel at them. “You came in here to help, not eat.”

“We’re just making sure it’s not poisonous.” Fred defends.

“Yeah, we don’t want our family to pass away right before Christmas...” Their voices kind of fade off as their mom scolds them then directs them to do something. “...Ron, help (Y/N) with the potatoes.”

“Why can’t I help (Y/N)?” George whines, slumping his shoulders down while he has a bowl of blanched tomatoes in front of him.

“Because I want stuff to get done.” Is her simple response before going back to cutting the carrots while Fred peels them for her. You let out a giggle from the interaction then go back to your own chore.

“So?” Ron elbows your arm.

“I’ll tell him later.” You mumble.

Later Living Room

You close your eyes while taking a deep breath. This is the moment, you’re going to tell him and you’re going to change his life... or get completely rejected and kicked out of this house/headquarters.

You shake your head, pushing those thoughts away. You have to do this or in six and a half months, it’ll be a very awkward situation.

“Hey, hun’, you alright?” Molly sets a hand on your shoulder, leaning over the back of the couch to ask.

“Yeah, yeah.” You nod, sending her a smile. “Just a bit queasy.”

“Oh, want me to make you some tea?” She offers.

“No, I can go make it. You go sit down, you’ve been on your feet all day.” You turn a bit to talk to her.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Molly.” You send her an assuring smile. She mirrors your smile and pats your shoulder, going to go sit next to her husband.

You take another deep breath before getting off the couch.

“Hey, Georgie, want to help me in the kitchen?” You ask the boys sitting on the floor, Fred immediately ‘ooh’s. You give him a ‘really’ look.

“Yeah, sure.” George nods, standing up and throwing the pencil he was using at his twin.

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“Soooo....” He extends the ‘o’ as he follows you into the kitchen. “What did you want to talk about?” 

“Uh...” You scratch the back of your neck. “Well... you know how we love each other very, very much?” You question, taking a step towards him. His eyebrows shoot up as a different kind of mischief shows in his eyes.

“Yeah...” He mimics your actions.

“And you know how we are...” You clear your throat, wrapping your arms around his waist while he does the same. “active?”

“Yeeeaah.” He smirks.

“Weeeellll...” You lower your gaze to his shirt. “I’m pregnant.” You look back up at his face while his whole body stiffens and the mischief turns into something else.

“You’re what?”

“With child.” You rephrase. “Your child.” A few seconds of painful silence before George finally reacts.

“Mom’s going to kill us.” He says, you let out a snort.

“George!” You hit his chest. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m extremely excited and will definitely take care of our little hybrid. I’ve always wanted to have kids with you, the timing might be...”

“Yeah.” You sigh.

“But none the less, I’m...” He looks up at the ceiling with a large smile on his face. “terrified.” He lets out a breathy laugh and looks at you.

“I am too, George.” You admit, placing a hand on the nape of his neck. “But we’re strong and we’ll raise this kid to be the best--”

“No, no, not about that. We’re going to be great parents, I’m 100% sure about that, I’ve thought it all out.” He cut you off, you raise an eyebrow and blush slightly knowing that he’s thought about having children with you. “But Mom’s going kill us.”

“Oh, I didn’t even think about that.” You drop your head onto his chest.

Extended Ending Next Day

"Wakey, wakey.” A body slides into bed next to George, pushing you almost off the bed.

“Fred.” You groan, wanting to sleep as long as you can while being on the bed.

“(Y/N).” He mocks. “Wake up, it’s Christmas.” He reaches over his brother and smacks your side causing you to groan even louder.

“Fuck off.” Your voice is muffled by the blankets and George’s shirt.

“Not until you two-- eh!” He lets out a squeal when his body is pushed off the bed by your boyfriend who wants to sleep as much as you do.

Dinner

“...Harry.” We all raise our glasses towards the ceiling. You go to take a swig of the wine when George snatches it out of your hand before it reaches your lips.

“George.” You give him a look.

“No alcohol while you’re--” He stops himself from finishing that sentence when he feels all eyes on the two of you. He clears his throat while setting the glass by your plate. “underage.”

“She’s 17.” Arthur points out.

“Well...” He awkward chuckles while sitting down. He takes a gulp, taking a side glance at you. As you try to telepathically communicate a lie together, Molly gasps, your heads snap up.

“You’re?” She questions, you and George share a look before nodding. “Oh, Merlin.” She covers her mouth while tears fill her eyes. She rushes around the table and George flinches, thinking she’s going to hit the back of his head when she wraps an arm around both of you in a hug.

“You’re not going to kill us?” George asks once she lets go.

“Of course, I’m not.” She smiles. “I’m going to just kill you.”

“Well, then Ron knew longer than I have!” The father of your unborn child points a finger at his younger brother.

“Ronald!”

“That’s because I walked in on her waiting for the test results!!” He fires back.

“Well, if you learned how to knock we wouldn’t be in this boat.”

“Maybe if you learned how to keep it in your pants--”

“That’s enough!” Arthur shouts over them, they immediately go silent. “What is happening?”

“We’re going to be grandparents, Arthur.” Molly calmly answers, his eyes get teary and he brings a hand up to cover his mouth.