A/N: First HP fic, hope u like it. Ginny is my favorite character btw. Don't be afraid to tell me how bad it is, cuz i need to know what to improve on. Thanks!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or anything to do w/ Harry Potter. All those rights belong to JK Rowling

CHAPTER ONE

Ginny stared mournfully out the window of her room, feeling sick and depressed. This feeling had been with her for months now, and nothing seemed to get rid of it. It was her secret that only Hermione knew about, but she could've sworn that her mother suspected something too. She put a hand to her stomach and sighed. Hermione had already gone on and on about it and how she should write and tell him. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to talk to him again. It was just too painful. She glanced over at Hermione, sleeping in her sleeping bag next to the bed. Maybe she should wake her up and ask for some more advice. Ginny got up, walked over to Hermione, and shook her gently.

"Hermione?" she whispered.

"Mm-hm hmmm-hm," came the muffled voice of Hermione from inside the sleeping bag. Ginny took that as a "Yes, I'm awake."

"I need some advice...I-I think I'm gonna write to him." Hermione jumped up out of her sleeping bag with a triumphant grin on her face.

"I knew you would sooner or later. Better hope he hasn't already left the Dursleys' by now!" She reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink. Ginny took them slowly, thought for a few minutes, then dipped the quill in some ink and began to write.

"Not bad, but it was kind of outright, wasn't it?" Hermione asked after reading it over.

"I couldn't think of any other way to tell him," Ginny sighed, tying the letter to a hyper-active Pigwidgeon. "Hold still Pig!" Holding the small, squeaking owl firmly she managed to tie it on. "Take this to Harry on Privet Drive." Pigwidgeon flew out the window and into the night.

"I wonder how Harry'll feel when he finds out," Hermione said.

"Do you think he'll still accept me?" Ginny asked nervously. Hermione put her arm around her friend in a comforting way.

"He'll have to, won't he?" Ginny nodded and looked out into the night sky. That was the question, wasn't it?

A/N: I feel good bout how this story is gonna go, so I really do hope you like it!