Harry woke early the next day to the sound of Ginny vomiting into the toilet. He hurriedly made his way to the bathroom but it was locked.
"Ginny, let me in." He called, pressing his face against the cold wood of the door.
There was a pause filled with the sound of the toilet flushing and then Ginny opened the door, her freckled face paled her hands shaking.
"I'm f-fine." She murmured, sounding weak.
Harry stroked her hair.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He questioned, concerned. She nodded but then had to run back to the bathroom. This time she didn't have time to lock the door behind her and Harry held back her silky auburn hair as she once again was sick. When she was finished she leant against the wall panting.
"I'll be fine once I've cleaned my teeth." She muttered, blushing beetroot.
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"That'll be Hermione." Ginny groaned "I said she could borrow my dress robes, I didn't realise she'd be here this early."
"I'll get it, you sort yourself out." Harry smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
He hurried down the stairs and to the front door. Hermione was stood on the other side smiling through the glass at him. He pulled it open.
"Harry!" She cried, giving him a hug.
"Hi Hermione, how are you?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine thanks, you?" She replied.
For a moment he considered telling her Ginny's news but quickly changed his mind, he'd wait till Ginny was ready.
"Harry?" Hermione muttered as harry gazed ahead into the distance.
"Yes sorry, just thinking." Harry replied hurriedly, "Come into the living room, Ginny's just getting ready"
Hermione followed Harry into the cosy lounge. The walls were cream, decorated with an emerald border, both arm chairs and the settee were also emerald and the fire place was painted cream with emerald photo frames on top, these held pictures of Lily Potter and James Potter, Sirius Black, Dumbledore's army, the order and the Weasley family. Hermione flopped down into one of the arm chairs and sank into it.
Just then Ginny came tottering down the stairs; she flung herself onto the settee next to Harry and closed her eyes for a moment.
"Are you all right Ginny?" Asked Hermione; sounding concerned.
"Yes, yes I'm fine." Said Ginny; a little too hurriedly. Her hands jumped to her stomach as though attempting to hide it from view though there was no change to it. Hermione's eyes narrowed but she did not pursue to topic.
"Cup of tea Hermione?" Offered Ginny.
Hermione nodded and followed Harry and Ginny into the kitchen. As Ginny opened the fridge to retrieve the milk the smell of food wafted across the kitchen.
Ginny clasped her hand over her mouth and went running to the toilet. Harry and Hermione were left in an awkward silence.
"Is there something you're not telling me Harry?" Hermione asked.
"No, what gives you that idea?" Harry replied hurriedly.
Hermione took in his anxious expression, his hands twisting around each other.
"Well for a start neither you or Ginny are acting yourselves; you keep glancing at her every second, as though your protecting her and she's spent this whole time clasping her stomach and now she's just ran off to be sick. Harry, is Ginny pregnant?" Hermione whispered, concern pronounced in every note of her voice.
At that moment Ginny re-entered the kitchen, looking frantic.
"Ginny?" Hermione prompted.
"Yes." Squeaked Ginny.
"Erm, I'll leave you two to talk." Murmured Harry awkwardly.
As Harry left the room Ginny began to sob into her hands.
"Are you not pleased Ginny?" Hermione questioned, putting her arm around Ginny's shoulders.
"Yes, of course I am. It's just I'm only 21, what if I can't care for a child? I wouldn't know what to do?" Ginny sniffed.
"Ginny, you'll be fine, it's instinctive. You'll know exactly what to do and Harry will be with you, and me too and all your family. Talking of your family have you told any of them yet?" Hermione assured here.
Ginny shook her head "Only you know, and Harry of course. I'm planning on telling them next week at Ron's birthday party."
Hermione smiled at Ginny.
"Congratulations Ginny." Said Hermione, hugging the girl she considered to be her sister.
