Harry Potter Preferences

Underage + pregnant

Harry: You were crying on your bed at home into your pillow. You had just told Harry you were pregnant but before you saw his reaction your ran up the stairs to your room.
"Y/n?" A soft voice spoke from the other side of the door. You recognized it as Harry's. "Y/n? Can I come in?"
You didn't reply and after a minute you heard the door opening.
Only a few seconds later Harry sat down next to you on the bed and he held you.
"It's going to be okay, y/n. Let it all out. We can do this." He pat your back as you cried into his shirt. "We will be the best parents ever. I will take care of you when your pregnant and you will get the cutest little baby bump." This only made you cry harder.
"I'm going to get fat!"

Draco: "Father is going to kill me.." Draco whispered to himself. You put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"It'll be fine Draco, we can tell him together." He looked up at you with a small smile.
"How does it seem like your not scared?" Draco asked.
You giggled.
"I'm scared, terrified to say the least. It's just, I know I can do anything as long as it's with you." He smiled wider after you said that.
"I love you y/n. This baby will be just as perfect as you are."

Fred: "Shit! Fuck! How did this happen?!" Fred yelled putting a hand through his already messy hair.
You were sitting on his bed and crying into your hands.
"You sure it's mine?" He asked, his voice serious. You felt as if he was playing some sick joke. You looked up to him to meet his stare.
"YOU SICK BASTARD! OF COURSE IT'S YOURS! YOU'RE MY DAMN BOYFRIEND! DO YOU THINK I WOULD SLEEP WITH ANYONE BESIDE YOU?!" You screamed at him.
He shook his head.
"I know you wouldn't y/n, I'm sorry. I'm just scared." He said. You rolled your eyes and a slight smile appeared on your face.
"Do you think I'm not? A living thing is growing inside of me now!"
Fred looked down at you, with a small smile on his face. Quickly his face went to the horrified expression from before and turned extremely pale.
"Fred?" You asked.
"I knocked up my seventeen year old girlfriend. How am I going to tell mom?"

Ron: "A-are you mad at me?" Your voice shook. You had just told Ron that you're pregnant. He stared to the wall in front of him, facial expression blank.
You were on the verge of crying.
"I- I.. I'm not mad at you. We'll make it work. I will get a job, so I can make sure there's money for food and you can stay home and watch the baby. It'll be fine." He stood up and paced through the room. He was panicking. "Mom will help us out. Shit! How am I going to tell mom and your parents of course. They haven't even met me! They're going to hate me for sure now." You grabbed his arm and he looked down at you, fear in his eyes.
"They won't hate you." You said, a bit unsure.
"Of course they will! I knocked up their sixteen year old daughter!" He exclaimed.
"Ron! It'll be fine. We can figure this out. You always wanted kids, didn't you?" You asked. He nodded slowly.
"Well, we are just starting a bit earlier than expected, but this will still be our baby and we will still love it just as much as we would if he or she would be born five years later." He nodded again, now only with a smile forming on his face.

George: "This sucks.." George said softly.
"You don't have to be involved, you know." You said. He looked up at you with wide deer like eyes.
"Why would you say such thing?!" George exclaimed.
"I took the risk of getting pregnant, I knew there was a slight possibility this could happen when I slept with you." You shrugged your shoulders.
"I took that risk too!" He fired back at you, he grabbed your hand, but you shook him off. You couldn't deal with it all. How would you tell your parents? They hadn't even met George!
You shook your head.
"No, you didn't. You took the risk of me getting pregnant. That's completely different. You couldn't get pregnant, I could. It's me who is in this, not you, me."
"I don't want you to go through this alone. I'm in it too." George said, this time when he grabbed your hand you didn't shake him off.
"You don't have too..." You spoke softly. A small smile appeared on his face.
"I want too."