Disclaimer: of course, I don't own Harry Potter. I'm not British or named J.K. Rowling. But I can dream? Can't I? Also, I don't own the song which this and the original one-shot are based off of the song "Kerosene" by Miranda Lambert. I recommend reading "Cheatin' Really Ain't A Crime? Don't You Agree?" first.

Chapter 1: Jail Time

This wasn't how she thought her life would be. Being arrested for a litany of crimes in varying seriousness, sitting in jail awaiting trial for aforementioned litany of crimes. Nope, Ginny Weasley wasn't really expecting her life to go exactly like it had.

This wasn't Azkaban, this was a holding cell in the Ministry of Magic. She was awaiting trial. She sat against the wall leaning on it feeling the coldness of the stones sinking through her shabby prison clothes and into her very skin. She couldn't gather enough energy to move.

Ginny only moved when someone came to visit her, or to eat, minimal energy.

Usually Harry visited her, Ginny longed for when he would put his hands on the bars of the cell. So she could place her hands on his. The only contact allowed, but only for a brief second.

Hermione would waddle in occasionally, but she was five months pregnant. It was reaching the point where all she could do was waddle. And complain. She did that very well. Hermione Granger did everything well. What she mostly complained about was: her ankles were swollen; she hadn't seen her feet in months. She missed them. She sometimes wore two different pairs. Her bladder kept her awake at night. Ginny struggled through each visit, restraining herself not to slap Hermione, no matter how obnoxious Hermione was being, no matter how much Hermione was pissing Ginny off. Ginny controlled herself; it wasn't nice to hit a pregnant woman. Ginny could only imagine how Charlie felt; after all he was married to her. And he had knocked her up. Reminding herself to hurt Charlie later for his, um, actions. Ginny just wanted the old Hermione back.

"Lunch." A burly, cranky security guard declared as he flicked his wand and the levitating tray he had been enchanting to float, disappeared from next to him and reappeared on Ginny's lap, seconds later.

Great! Prison slop! My favorite, Ginny thought bitterly.

Ginny's mind was rejecting this idea of food, but that annoying hunger habit expressed itself in the way of her stomach rumbling. She took her plastic spoon and stuck it in an unidentifiable pile of green slop, thick enough for the spoon to stand up by itself.

Why did they insist on feeding them such disgusting food. Ginny stared at the slices of turkey, the bread and the perfectly cubed vegetables, and a glass of pumpkin juice that hadn't quite passed Madame Sally's rigorous inspection.

She gagged on the over sugary taste of the orange colored juice.

"Weasley, you've got a visitor." Her burly and cranky guard informed her, clearly awaiting a break, or the end of his shift. Impatiently, Ginny thought, just as crankily. But perked up when the news of a visitor reached the analyzing station of her brain.

To her relief, it wasn't Hermione. Ginny's disappointment that it wasn't Harry. But happy to see her mother, a squat little woman with a fiery temper to match her red hair and the ability to have her much taller sons and husband cower under her fury and rage.

"Hello Ginny!" she chirped. "Prison approved care-package." The burly guard nodded and that was the approval to send the package through the thin space between the bars with a flick of her wand. Ginny couldn't wait to get her hands on that care package. She actually moved to retrieve it from the floor where it sat, waiting to be opened. Ginny would bet that there was actual human food in there, a blanket and regular pumpkin juice. Though if that wasn't in there, she would be ok with it. Ginny was really sick of pumpkin juice.

Molly told her about everything Weasley related, the news regarding Bill and his wife Fleur Delacour, were pregnant again. Ron was bringing home his new girlfriend for tonight's dinner. It was a mystery about who it was, Ron wasn't revealing any clues. Molly said, pausing and Ginny could hear her mother's thought process trying to figure out who Ron's mystery girl was.

Ginny loved her mother but all this talk of life outside of this cell was driving her crazy.

The guard assigned to watch her and her visitor's interactions said that it was time for Molly to leave. Ginny was happy about that. "Tell other people to visit!" she bellowed to her mother's retreating back as the solid metal door shut with a solid thud behind her.

The care package! Ginny had almost forgotten about it! She lifted up the lid of the box and sifted through the goodies eagerly. She grabbed a box that looked promising. It was from Hermione, Ginny lifted the lid, eagerly smelling the contents inside. She blinked when she saw the four cookies sitting on the bottom of the small box and a hastily scribbled note reading:

Ginny, sorry this used to be 24 cookies, but I got hungry. These damn pregnancy cravings. Sorry, love I'll bring you something later. Love Hermione

Ginny laughed slightly. Hermione didn't usually have a fantastic sense of humor, but the little humor she had, was somehow warped with all her pregnancy hormones.

She nibbled a cookie as she went though the photos, Hermione had enclosed in an envelope. Ginny looked through the pictures of Bill and Fleur, smiling faces of Hermione and Charlie, Fred and George and their respective wives (Alicia, Angelina) both hugely pregnant. Twins, one had written on the bottom white part that framed the photo. Triplets boasted the picture of the other twin and his wife.

Damn, those Weasley men were virile. Ginny thought laughing. Percy and Penelope at their recent elopement. Penelope. Penelope was pregnant to the max, and a baby was already balancing on her large and round stomach.

Fruit and vegetables sat in a brown bag, on the side of the box. Identifiable food! Ginny's stomach grumbled with anticipation. Ginny was thinking happy thoughts, mainly what would happen with Harry if she got out of prison. She bit into the flesh of a Granny Smith apple, contemplating her future and content with her darker thoughts.

Author's Note:

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