Chapter 2

"I can't be – no, Hermione. You don't get it!! I have Hogwarts in September!" Ginny screeched as the potion turned to blue, showing that Ginny was most definitely pregnant.

"Well, maybe you should have…I don't know", Hermione tapped her pointer finger to her chin in false forgetfulness.

"Maybe…you should have remembered the damn charm!" Hermione yelled her hands on her hips just like Molly Weasley.

"Oh! C'mon Hermione! Are you telling me there hasn't been a time when you and Ron forgot it!?" Ginny yelled back, her eyes shading a darker brown than usual.

"Yes. Ginny, Ron knows that I don't want to have a baby till we're married. So, we use the charm, potions, anything. But we don't just let it slide by!"

"Well, we didn't want to have a baby either!"

"Too late for that", Hermione snorted.

"Shut it!"

Just then they heard a bang on the wooden door.

"Who is that?!" Ginny screeched, opening the door to find Fred holding an extendable ear in his left hand. He looked up at Ginny and gave her a disapproving glare.

"You're preggers?!" Fred asked. Ginny jumped on top of him, placing her hands over his mouth.

"Shut up! Please, don't tell a soul!" Ginny whispered harshly, tears forming in the back of her deep chocolate eyes. This can't be happening! Not to me! Ginny thought to herself.

"People will notice when you start to get fat!" He bit her hand. Ginny let go of his mouth and held on to her now throbbing right hand. Hermione helped her off him when George had come running up the stars.

"I got the popcorn, dear brother. Now let's listen to the lady talk!" George ran up carrying a bowl of popcorn but stopped shortly after seeing an out of breath Fred, a teary Ginny, and Hermione holding Ginny tightly to her side. "You started the party without me?!"

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Ginny was scared. Her mother had just called for dinner and she knew what was going to be told at dinner. Fred obviously told George when he ran for their bedroom and she was starting to believe that it got around to most of her brothers. How did news fly by so fast?



"Oh no. What about Harry?!" Ginny paced in her childhood bedroom. Her room was plain, simple, not really what you would expect for the only girl and the youngest. It was covered in white paint and Quidditch Posters. Some Witch Weekly magazines were thrown across the floor, but that was the only indicator of it being a girl's room.

Ginny didn't even know if he wanted kids. But she was sure he didn't want one when they were still teenagers and Ginny still had a year of Hogwarts left. What if he doesn't even want kids with me , Ginny thought to herself.

She fell onto the bed and covered her head with her hands. Just then Harry decided to come in.

"Babe. You didn't hear your Mum call you for dinner?" He asked sitting next to her on the bed. Ginny felt the bed rise with his weight as he leaned down to give her a kiss on the nose.

"Harry", Ginny groaned. Why did this have to happen? What will he think of me? Ginny asked herself.

"Is something bugging you, love?" he asked, his green eyes filled with curiosity as his he searched hers for an answer.

Maybe it wouldn't come up at dinner. Maybe Fred and George were nice and didn't tell anyone, Ginny thought, hope filling her.

Then you can find the right way to tell him. The right way to tell him so you won't lose him, Ginny thought to herself, the thought causing a smile to grow on her face.

"There you go", Harry smiled in spite of seeing his lover begin to smile. He bent down again to kiss her lips. "I love you", he whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, Harry"

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Dinner was quiet. Ginny knew something was up and she would occasionally look Hermione's way to find her staring right back.

"So…" Ginny said, trying to start a conversation. "How was everybody's day?"

"Fine" "Okay" "Could have been better" answers filled the room at once. Molly raised her eyes, finally taking them off the food in front of her. She gave Ginny a look, a disapproving one. The looks Ginny hated to receive from her parents.

"When?" was all Molly asked?

"Mum", Ginny whispered harshly. "What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, Ginevra!"

"It's Ginny!"

"Don't 'It's Ginny!' me now Ginevra. You have gone way too far. You still have a year of Hogwarts. Do you expect to what – not go?!"



"What is everyone talking about?!" Harry asked, breathing heavily. Apparently he had been trying to get their attention but when Weasley women bicker…they bicker loudly. Her brothers were red in the face with anger as they looked at Harry.

"So you don't know?!" Bill asked sliding his chair back and standing above the table. His hand was twitching toward the wand in his pocket.

"No?" Harry asked back.

"You knocked up my bloody sister yet you don't know why this family is going crazy?!" he bellowed before he could stop himself. Silence hung over the usually loud Burrow kitchen. Bill was still breathing with anger and it seemed the other Weasley boys were ready to pounce as well.

Harry's thoughts were going crazy. His eyes flashed to a teary Molly with Arthur's arm draped over her shoulder whispering comforting words into her ear. He looked over to Ron, Fred, George and Bill. All of them looking as though they wanted him dead. Then he looked over to Ginny. Her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip quivering.

"Ginny?" he whispered.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't know how to-"but she didn't get it out. Harry was gone, running up to Percy's old bedroom where people could hear the door slamming and the bellows from his mouth. Ginny shook with tears as Hermione pulled her into her arms.

"Shh. He's just scared, darling. Everything will be alright."

But it wasn't going to be alright. Was it?