The words "It was fun" rang in my head for over a month… she never called, never stopped by, and she never tried to contact me whatsoever… "This is solely my fault," I would mutter to myself when I was alone. She probably hated me and never wanted to speak to me for taking advantage of her.

Walking home from the Ministry made me feel so lonely on that October afternoon. The leaves were slowly changing colors by now, and I kept my hands in my pockets, muttering things to myself that no one else could hear.

Going up the four flights of stairs that I had to take everyday, I searched my pockets and no key… my wand was mistakenly in the flat… shit, I was locked out of my own apartment. Then I remembered the spare key under the welcome mat, but when I checked for it, the key wasn't there. Someone took my key! I twitched the knob on the door, and it opened as I quickly looked around the room.

There, on my couch, sat Ginny Weasley, in a baggy blue t-shirt, her comfortable jeans, and her lucky necklace that she loved. She sat cross legged and shoeless on my couch. Her once soft brown eyes didn't seem the same as they use to… her eyes had gone cold as the look of fear swept across her face. I cautiously closed the door behind me, and she took this chance to look up at me. What I saw as cold before turned to unease as she looked at my tie and not at my eyes. There was no smile across her lips, but a straight line. Observing closer I looked at Ginny and saw that she held onto the milk carton that I had bought just last night. She didn't bother to grab a cup or a mug out of the cabinets, so I assumed that she had been drinking directly from the carton.

She took a sip of my milk and said, "You really shouldn't leave your door unlocked, it's not safe" she told me, looking at what ever it was, I looked where she was looking, but it was just the wall behind me.

"I didn't leave it unlocked" I lied, but it was a lie that I didn't have to tell, because obviously she knew since she broke into my apartment.

"Yes you did" she told me, took a sip and wiped it off with her sleeve, "Oh, also, by the way, don't leave a key under the mat, everyone does that now and it would just be better to use Alohamora instead, less of a hassle" she didn't look me in the eyes, but she looked in my general direction… it was at least an improvement from staring into the lonely space of the world. "That's a good way to get all of your stuff to randomly disappear."

"Thanks for the info" I told her. I put my coat on the coat rack and I would have normally made a joke about it, but now did not seem to be the time.

"Anytime" she put the carton to her lips and drank more of my milk.

"So what have you been up to these past few weeks?" I asked her, but the question I really wanted to ask was, why are you on my couch at 2 in the afternoon, drinking my milk without a cup, and where are your shoes?

"Actually…" she struggled with choosing her words, she mumbled something to herself "I've been avoiding everyone lately" she opened up to me, finally looking into my eyes, then told me "I won't bite you if you sit down next to me."

I took the seat next to Ginny and I asked her "so what is the milk for?"

"Its good for you, do you want some?" When I got up close to Ginny, I could see the deep depression behind her eyes… She was hurting badly; I knew that I had something to do with her unhappiness… that was just the way that it normally worked.

I didn't know what to do, it was a simple question to some, but to me, there could be many things that could go wrong with this… 1. If I declined, then she might have an explosion of anger aimed at me for no apparent reason, 2. If I accepted how would I drink it, and 3. If I got a cup and accepted it, would she take it back and I'd look like an idiot?

My fate rest in the hands of Ginny's attitude, I said casually, "Sure" and she handed the milk carton over to me, into my hands, I took a gulp of it down, and then another before giving it back to her, she seemed slightly pleased, but her body language proved otherwise. She was hunched over, and cradling the milk while rocking back and fourth, back and fourth.

It was a little strange that Ginny had showed up at my apartment, but for the life of me, I could not figure out why she was sitting on my couch, cross legged, shoeless, and the bottoms of her feet were absolutely filthy now that I looked at them.

She opened her mouth, but didn't speak for several seconds, "I went biking…" she closed her mouth and opened it again, "And I almost got hit by a muggle driving." I knew that she was hiding behind something.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I put my arm around her shoulders, but she just stared at my arm and looked like she would cry soon. I heard her murmuring "If only you knew…" but she looked away from me and wiped off her eyes, I put my other arm around her waist, and I gave her a reassuring squeeze, "You don't have to hide your emotions from me, it's fine… it must have been a scary experience" I told her, but we both knew that it wasn't the reason that she was emotional, but only she knew exactly why.

"It was, I just guess that I haven't been the same about these sort of things since…" her voice dropped, "Fred died" she talked to me as if we were in a crowd of people and she wanted no one budding in.

I had nothing to say to this, I didn't know anything about her brother's death, he was a Gryffindor and was quite funny at times… but nothing else really came to mind.

She clutched tighter onto the carton, I could see her white knuckles, she took twelve sips in the 18 minutes that we sat in the silent room. Ginny shoved the carton into my hands and stared at the same space that she had before, another fifteen minutes went by, and neither of us flinched. My lips finally became dry and I took a swig of milk while Ginny thought that this was the perfect time to talk again, and she asked this as if asking what the time was or what kind of weather it was like outside… "So… I'm pregnant."

Fortunately for the both of us, I had been looking forward so when I spit out all of that milk, it sprayed in front of me and not on her. She looked dazedly at where I had spewed all the milk and said in the same tone "You got good distance on that, oh by the way, did I mention that it is your baby?"

I dropped the carton onto the floor by accident, but I didn't have any nerve to clean it up. I just stared stupidly at Ginny… The contents of the container flooded all over my wooden flooring, but I hadn't the nerve to even glance at it. Ginny had tears in her eyes and she didn't take her eyes off of where she was looking, but she could see my expression out of the corner of her eye, that's why she was so visibly upset… and these words rang in my head as I sat there, staring at her…

Ginny Weasley, the mother of my child…

(A/N: 7/29/13- Another chapter with a cliffhanging twist :) reviews are nice if you get the chance. Thanks!)