There was an earsplitting scream from the bathroom.
Harry ran as fast as he could, tripping over at least five different objects that he didn't stop to fix.
"Ginny!?" he yelled frantically. "Ginny, what's wrong!?"
He got to the bathroom and tried to open the door, only to find that it was locked.
"Ginny!" he yelled again, banging on the door. Suddenly terrified, he silently prayed for his fiancé to open the bathroom door, or at least tell him what was wrong.
Ginny opened the door, a huge grin on her face. Harry thought he might faint with relief.
"Harry," Ginny said excitedly, giggling like a little schoolgirl.
"Ginny, you scared the hell out of me," he said slowly.
"Sorry about that," she said happily.
"Now would you please tell me what the problem is?"
Her face lit up. "Problem? There's no problem, silly! It's a miracle! The world is a wonderful, happy place!"
"Huh?" was all Harry could think to say.
"it is!" she insisted. "It's a happy place where people love each other, and when they love each other, they get married, and have babies-"
"Babies?" Harry asked, suddenly frantic.
"Yes!" Ginny squealed. "I'm pregnant!"
All the color drained from Harry's face. It didn't escape Ginny's notice.
"Oh my god," she said slowly. "You're upset. Oh god." She began hyperventilating and fanning herself with her hand.
Harry still didn't move. Suddenly, he began shaking his head. "No!" he said quickly. "N-n-no, no, no! Not upset! S-surprised. Very surprised."
Ginny watched him tentatively. Suddenly she grinned again. "We're gonna be parents!" she screamed loudly.
"WHAT!?" a voice called from the front room.
"Oh, Harry?" Ginny said casually. "Did I forget to mention that Hermione's coming over?"
"Hermione!" she squealed, running out of the room without waiting for Harry's response. If she had, she would have been waiting a long time. He was still frozen with shock.
"Hermione, I'm pregnant!"
Hermione squealed with delight. "Where's Harry?" she asked excitedly.
"Oh, he's still in the bedroom," Ginny replied dismissively. "He's sort of in shock."
"We should probably go check on him," Hermione said decisively, and Ginny giggled in agreement.
Harry had now moved to the bed, staring blankly at a wall.
"Harry?" Ginny asked tentatively, coming into the room, followed closely by Hermione.
"Hi Harry!" Hermione said brightly. "Ginny told me the news, and I'm so happy!"
Harry nodded vaguely.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ginny asked, sounding concerned.
Slowly, Harry turned his head towards her, then, without warning, he grinned and wrapped his arms around her, spinning her around the room.
She gasped, then laughed, hugging him tightly.
"Nothing's wrong!" he announced happily. "We're having a baby! A living, breathing, walking, talking, tiny little-oh my god." he suddenly stopped and put Ginny down, his face an expression of pure terror. "What if I'm not good at being a parent?" he asked miserably.
Ginny laughed. "You idiot!" she cried. "You'll make a great father!"
"You really think so?" he asked desperately.
"Of course!" she yelled. "We'll make the best parents! And I'll decorate the nursery, and buy little tiny baby clothes, and itty-bitty baby shoes!"
"Uh, you guys, I think you're forgetting something," Hermione said slowly. They both turned to stare at her. "Well," she began. "You still have five Weasley brothers to tell that you got their baby sister pregnant."
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Ok, so I think I'll go on? Maybe make it a full story? Or at least write the part about telling the Weasley brothers? Yeah, I think so.
