Chapter Three: Hermione's Thoughts/Waiting

As Ginny got up and walked away, I started to think of how angry my fiancé (Ginny's brother) might be. Ah, well, we'll deal with it when and IF it came up. That got me to thinking about my friend, the father of the possible baby, and how much he wanted to be a father someday. In his mind when that dream came true, he would be married to Ginny legally AND alive, but, things change. Gawd I missed him. Funny, if one of the two of us (Ginny or I) got pregnant out of wedlock, I always thought that it would be me. I don't know why I thought that, it's not like I sleep around, it's just that it's not like Ginny, I always thought of her as Ron's sweet kid sister who always followed the rules. But, as I said before, things change.

As I finished thinking this I looked up and realized Ginny was standing there biting here lip and her eyes were starting to tear up.

"So?!" I asked, knowing what the answer was.

Ginny didn't answer me she just held out a white stick that had a pink plus sign on it.

"That's okay Ginny." I hurriedly said as I wrapped her up in a bear hug. I was trying to keep her tears at bay and avoid a scene.

Well, it turns out a scene was rather unavoidable in this situation.

Ginny started wailing and at that point I pulled Ginny into an even tighter hug to muffle out the noise. This is when she started yelling about

How her teenage life was over and, how her parents would kill her, and then kick her out on the streets were she would become hooked on some magical mushrooms or something.

At this point everyone at the restaurant started to stare at us, and I responded with a big smile and said

"Oh, she's just missing Harry a lot right now." This only made her sob louder.

"Look, Ginny. We need to tell your parents, who will not kill you, and if they DO kick you out, which I highly doubt they will, you can come and live with Ron and me." Now if you could bring your wailing down to a light sob, we could discuss this and come up with a plan of action."

Somehow she calmed herself down enough to look at me and say "We have to tell my parents?"

I chuckled a little and calmly replied, "Who is the parent that you expect to take this news the best." I know her parents pretty well, but not well enough to answer that question.

"Um," She said as she thought. "I'm not sure, uh, maybe dad?" Said Ginny.

"So that is who you tell first, and then you ask him what he thinks would be the best way to tell your mom." I informed her. "And don't worry; I'll be with you the whole way." I added.

"How would I do that?" Ginny asked through her tears.

"Well, you, uh. Okay, I got it. Be straight forward with it and before you tell him, ask him to sit down, and it probably would help if you cried a little and asked him for help on what to do." I expertly answered, after my many years of watching teen dramas on the telly.

"Uh-huh, and then whado I do?" She said a little stuffed up.

"Well after you tell your parents, I think you should tell your brothers, probably starting with George since he lives with you." I continued.