A/N: It starts off sucky, gets better. I promise. If you don't like it, sorry. Please Review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1: The Plan

"Oh Merlin! This is not good!' Ginny thought, leaning over the toilet and throwing up. There was a loud pop. "Harry?" she called, hoping it was her boyfriend.

"No," came Ron's voice from her hand Harry's small house.

"Fuck," she said quietly.

"What?" Ron asked, walking into their bathroom, "You okay?"

"Yeah," she said, getting up from the floor. "I need to talk to Harry."

"About what?"

"None of your business," she snapped.

"Oh it sure is my business," Ron said.

"How?"

"I'm your family. I'm your flesh and blood. It's my business."

"Why the hell are you even here?" Ginny asked him as he made his way to their refrigerator, which was always well-stocked with food.

"I'm hungry."

"Go eat your own food."

"We don't have any."

"Whatever," Ginny said, sitting down at the kitchen table. She glanced around the room. The clock said 4:45. Harry would be home in 45 minutes. She couldn't wait. She needed to tell him. Now. She groaned.

"You sure you're okay?" Ron asked, shoving a chocolate frog in his mouth.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Can you grab me something to eat?"

"You just threw up!"

"I'M HUNGRY RONALD!"

"Okay," he said, getting up from his seat and going to her refrigerator. "Whaddya want?"

"Food," she said, "Nothing you have to cook. You suck at cooking"

"I'm not as bad as Hermione. Apple?"

"No, I hate apples. Those are Harry's. How 'bout a pumpkin pasty."

"You just threw up, at least eat something healthy," Ron said.

"I want a freaking pumpkin pasty," Ginny said, now angry.

"Fine," Ron said. Opening up the closest cabinet and taking out a pumpkin pasty and tossing it to her.

"Get me two," She demanded.

He rolled his eyes and tossed her another. She practically inhaled it. There was a pop. "Ronald Bilius Weasley! What did I tell you about coming over here when… Hi Ginny," Hermione said, just noticing the 25 year old woman sitting at the kitchen table.

"Hi Hermione," Ginny said. Ron smiled at her. "So, Ron comes over here a lot?"

"Yes, to eat your food," Hermione said, joining the two at the table.

"Ginny's sick."

"There's two pumpkin pasty wrappers in front of her. Did you seriously let her eat pumpkin pasty's when she's sick?"

"Calm down Hermione, I'm fine."

"How sick are you?"

"Just…" there was a loud pop.

"Party without me?" Harry asked. Ginny turned around and jumped up into his arms.

"Miss me?"

"Oh God, Harry…" Ginny started, then she remembered Ron and Hermione were still there. She glared at them and the two apparated away in unison.

"What… what's wrong?" Harry asked nervously.

Ginny walked to the small kitchen table and sat down.

"Gin…" Harry said nervously.

She didn't say anything; just a small tear came form her eyes, "We need to get married. Then tell them it came a month early. That's what we have to do. C'mon!" she said, getting up and pulling him up from his chair

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"We need to Elope. Now."

"What do you mean? Why?"

"Harry, I'm pregnant."

"Fuck."

A/N: Sorry it's short kinda. And pretty vulgar. They have a bad mouth. o.0 some chapters are long some chapters are short. Really short. Please Review!