AN: Welcome to the first installment of You Are Having a WHAT? This is my first fanfic in a long time. I hope all of you like this story…I have been mulling it over for a few days now and decided to post it.

A couple of key points: This is after DH but not compliant with the epilogue. Also, I may change very minor, unimportant details that I will address when necessary. Harry and his classmates all go back to Hogwarts to finish their seventh year (since no one really learned anything the year before) and they are referred as 8th years. If anyone is confused, just send me a review and I will make sure to clear everything up by the next chapter.

Alright I think I am done boring everyone…so…here goes!

Holy Shite!

"Oh, shite! Oh, fucking shite Hermione!" Ginny was pacing up and down the Gryffindor Girl's lavatory with quick speed. Hermione was sure a hole would wear in the marble floor. "How the hell could this happen?" Ginny pointed to a small white stick sitting ominously on the sink counter. Hermione sat beside the horrid thing; she had yet to remove her eyes from the stick.

A pink plus sign, no way that could be right. Ginny and Harry were much more careful than that! No, Ginny and Harry would never let this happen. This must be some kind of joke. Was it April?

"Hermione I am talking to you!" Ginny grabbed the girl's shoulders and shook her back to the conscious world; the one where Ginny found herself in some deep shit.

"Ginny…you are joking right? This IS a funny joke that you made up right?" Ginny's eyebrow raised slightly; Hermione thought this was a joke?

"NO HERMIONE! THIS IS NOT A FUCKING JOKE!" suddenly Ginny felt the urge to empty the contents of her stomach into the nearest toilet. She ran quickly to the nearest stall and shut the door hard, making it's hinges creak.

Hermione quickly ran to the door where Ginny was now puking her guts up. So this wasn't a joke? This was real? "Oh shite Ginny what the hell are you going to do!?" Hermione shrunk down the length of the door all the way to the floor. Ginny finally finished attacking the toilet and flushed it with a disgusted look on her face. Slowly she opened the door and slipped out, giving Hermione a look that said 'I don't know'. She walked to the sink slowly, conjuring up a tooth brush with a perfectly shaped crest of toothpaste. She brushed her teeth diligently, making sure to get the nasty taste out of her mouth; hash browns was really a bad idea this morning.

After she had finished and tasted nothing but minty-freshness, she walked to the full length mirror, fixing her hair and examining herself. She really did look ok. She turned slightly to see her perfectly flat, toned stomach. Not a bump in sight. She looked great; but she felt like pure shite.

"Hermione…"she paused and tilted her head up to will the tears to stay securely in her eyes; messing up her make-up would not help this situation one bit. "How am I going to tell Harry?" she paused again, and took a deep intake of air. "How am I going to tell Ron? Oh shite Hermione! How the bloody hell am I going to tell my mum!?" And that was it, she couldn't hold them back anymore. One tear rolled down her cheek.

Hermione ran up to her and embraced her tightly, making sure to wipe the tear away with a tissue. "Shhh…Ginny it's going to be ok." She stroked her hair softly. "Don't cry Hun. Just breathe, start with Harry ok? He needs to know first."

"Ok, you're right Hermione. No wonder they call you Number One." Ginny smirked a little through her tears.

"No one calls me Number One Ginny." Hermione scowled. She certainly try and draw all this attention to herself.

"Not to your face." Again Ginny smiled. Then she thought of something. "Hey Mione?"

"Hmmm…?"

"How do you know this Muggle thingy" she pointed to the revolting test, "is accurate. I mean, sure Dad always encouraged us to use Muggle stuff saying they were 'geniuses' but are you sure this works well?" Ginny hoped that Muggles had it all wrong with this issue. But Hermione's face turned very serious.

"Ginny, just look at the box." She said flatly. Ginny gave her another one of her eyebrow raises and turned to the test.

The box had been haphazardly thrown on the ground in her rush to get to the actual test, and she bent over slowly, suddenly realizing how dizzy she was. Once she grabbed hold of the box, she turned it over to read the back. Unfortunately, what she did read was not comforting news. Apparently this test was 99.8% accurate. Oh joy! The one thing Muggles have right and it came to bite her right in the arse. Just wonderful.

"This is really happening isn't it?" She dropped the box again and leaned on the sink; she wasn't sure her feet could support her weight.

"Yeah Ginny, it is." Hermione was by her side again, letting her lean on her shoulder and try to calm down. She gently stroked her hair again. "But its gonna be ok Gin, you won't be alone."

"Promise?"

"I promise. I will be with you for every check up, every time you feel like crying, venting, ranting, whatever. I am your best friend, and you need me." Ginny smiled into Hermione's shoulder.

"Thanks Mione." She stood up, smoothing her hair again to make sure it didn't look like she just had a break down in the middle of the lavatory. "Well, its Saturday morning, and Harry and I have plans to go to Hogsmeade today; he won't tell me where we are going, but a new tea shop opened last week. Fanny May's I think." Ginny rambled, playing with the hem of her jacket; She didn't really fancy wearing robes when she didn't have to. "And he also said he had a surprise for me. I guess mine will trump his big time." She smiled sadly and subconsciously put a hand on her stomach.

"Hey Gin, don't worry about it right now ok? Tell you what, I will go and talk to Madam Pomfry when you leave to set up an appointment. Then I'll go and check out every baby book the library offers. I'm in this for the long hull ok? Don't you worry! Aunt Hermione will be ready."

"But will I be?" Ginny sighed deeply.

"Sure you will Gin; you are your mum's daughter aren't you? And last time I checked; she has like a billion great kids that she raised doesn't she? It's going to be fine Hun! Just go to Hogsmeade and try to relax ok? I'll be here when you get back. And I'll be armed and ready." Hermione smirked, making her friend smile just a tiny bit.

"Ok Hermione, I think I can hear your brain wracking from here." Ginny giggled. "Try not to take the whole library ok? I don't think I can fit that many books in my trunk." With that, Ginny Weasley shook back her shoulders and gave herself a final hair check before walking out into the common room.

"Oh this is deep fucking shite!" Hermione mumbled while disposing the test and box into the trash bin. On second thought, maybe that should be destroyed too. She transfigured a bar of soap into a tiny mouth with chattering teeth and the test was destroyed, along with the box. 'There!' she said mentally to herself. 'Now, off to the Hospital Wing.' She scurried out of the loo.

Well??? Comments? Suggestions? No slash please! But suggestions are way more than welcome. As a struggling writer; I live for criticism.