Name:To Young
Disclaimer: NOT MINE!
Summary: Ginny is pregnant and scared. She should be, she's only fourteen.
Notes: None!

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Ginny Weasley had made the trip many times. She could no longer count home many times she had been to Professor Albus Dumbledore's office. But this time was different. This time was life altering. This time would either get her kicked out Hogwarts for good or get her killed when she got back home to Burrow. Either way she would have to face her parents and she would probably be killed. Right now, walking into a war zone seemed like a welcome solution.

She was only fourteen. Just recently discovering urges that she had never before felt. And, being fourteen and being an idiot, she had acted on those urges. But only for one night. It hadn't been good. In fact, she wished she hadn't done it. It had been quick in the Room of Requirement and it had hurt like hell. But it had happened and she couldn't take it back.

And that was the reason she had been sick for two weeks. The reason that her good friend, Hermione Granger, had insisted that she go and visit the med-witch, Madam Pomphrey. The reason that Madam Pomphrey's mouth had dropped open and Ginny had started crying. The reason that Ginny was now standing outside of the old, stone gargoyle, to scared to say Lemon Drop. That one night was the reason that Ginny was pregnant.

Suddenly, the old gargoyle moved and Professor Minerva McGonagall walked out, jumping slightly at the sight of the puffy eyed red head.

"Miss Wealsey, what are you doing here?" McGonagall asked.

"I need to talk to the Headmaster." Ginny said, holding her tears in and smiling.

"Of course. Go right up."

Ginny walked past her Transfiguration's teacher and walked up the spiral staircase. When she reached the top she heard Professor Dumbledore say 'come in'. Ginny opened the door and stood in the doorway.

"Hello Ginevra. How can I help you today?"

"I, um, I need to tell you something." Ginny blushed violently, blending, almost perfectly, with her hair.

"Concerning the baby I suppose?"

Ginny's mouth dropped open and she stared at the old wizard in front of her.

"How did you know?" she asked suddenly.

"You didn't think Madam Pomphrey would keep something like that a secret, did you?"

"I don't know what I thought."

"Come Miss Weasley. Sit down, I need to talk with you."

Ginny walked over to his desk and sat down in one of the soft chairs. The room was silent for what seemed like an eternity before Dumbledore started speaking.

"Have you notified your parents?" he asked.

"Not yet." Ginny answered quietly.

"Do you want to keep the baby?"

Ginny looked at him, stunned.

"What do you mean Headmaster?" she asked.

"Do you want to abort the baby, keep the baby or give the baby up for adoption after it's birth?"

"I'm not sure. I know I'm not aborting the baby but I'm not sure if I should keep it or not. May I have time to think it over?"

"Of course. But you should notify your parents as soon as you get back to Gryffindor Tower. If you don't send an owl by midnight, I will."

"I understand Headmaster."

"Then there is nothing else to discuss at this moment. Except, of course, the matter of telling the baby's father."

Ginny's heart skipped a beat. She didn't want to tell him. He would hate her. He probably hated her already. Scratch that, he definantly hated her already.

"Who is he Miss Weasley?"

"Please, I really don't want to tell him."

"You must. It should be both of you that decide these things. Not just you. He should know about the baby and he should be able to tell his feelings about it. Now, is it Mr. Potter?"

"No. He isn't a Gryffindor."

Dumbledore thought for a moment before smiling at her.

"Should I tell Mr. Malfoy, or will you?"

Ginny looked at him, tears in her dark brown eyes.

"I'll tell him sir."

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