A/N: So Ginny told Harry now and he seems quite pleased. How do you guess Ron will react? Happy? Pissed? If you have time and you have read the chapter please leave me a little review or advice you can think of to help me improve :) I hope you enjoyed my story so far!

A sharp crack echoed through the air as we all landed on our feet across the street from The Three Broomsticks. My feet were already cold even though I was supporting a rather large pair of snow boots.
I noticed Harry didn't talk to me as we entered and Hermione insisted we order something on her.
I now felt extremely bad and I hated keeping secrets from Harry- especially not too long after we just got married. Maybe I should have just told him first even before Hermione. Yes, that would have been the more logical and respectful thing to do, tell my husband the news first. But I can be a bit dodgy at times and it must be the natural Weasley in me. And I am scared even though I am a twenty-two year old, married to my twenty-three year old husband!
Harry, Hermione, and Ron ordered their usual Fire whiskey and suddenly I was irritated with Hermione that she brought us in here. I can't drink alcohol! I'm pregnant! And Harry and Ron will diffidently suspect something if I don't order my usual Fire whiskey with them as I always do because I enjoy having a good drink at times- or did.
"Are you going to order?" Asked my brother, bringing me out of my daze of thoughts. I must have been staring blankly at the counter for at least five minutes by the way he was looking at me.
I looked up at the menu and decided on a Butterbeer, receiving awkward looks from Ron as I did so. Harry still wasn't acknowledging me at this point. I have to tell him today.
The four of us found a somewhat private booth in a far corner of the pub. Harry sat next to me although I could feel tension between us and even though we were so close I felt distant from him anyway. Oh I hope he understands it was just yesterday that I found out and I was just nervous to tell him so soon.
We drank our beverages in almost thick silence.
Hermione could tell there is something up and she announced suddenly after we finish, "Ron and I are going to walk around the streets for a while. I am going to let you two talk because obviously there is some tension in the air between you both."
Ron looked between Harry and I confused. He never notices things even when they are right in front of him. Hermione, after gently squeezing my shoulder in comfort then pulled Ron away from us and out the front door of the pub, into the snow.
I stood up and moved to the bench across from Harry so I could face him. His eyes looked into mine as he waited for me to speak up first. I felt my cheeks redden and I looked at my lap, unwilling to talk.
He noticed I wasn't going to speak and his face was red with anger as he said through clenched teeth. "I thought that we agreed we would never keep secrets from each other."
"I'm not keeping any secret from you!" I lied icily, but I knew my eyes were obvious.
"Sure. Is that why I observed that swap of looks between Hermione and you this morning before we left? I am Hermione's best friend and have noticed her acting odd since yesterday, you are my wife and you are acting directly the opposite of yourself. There is something you are both keeping from me! It has taken me everything I have not to use Legilimens on you since yesterday! We just got married two weeks ago for Merlin's sake and you are keeping something from me already?" The way he talked showed me he was more hurt than angry and he probably was expecting something even worse than what I was about to tell him, like I cheated on him before the wedding or something which was not the case at all.
"Harry… it's not necessarily a bad thing what I haven't told you!" I said to him, wondering how I will explain this to him, never having to break such important news.
"Then why can't you tell me? I am your husband! We have never kept secrets from each other before! Since we are married are you going to suddenly start keeping things from me?" Harry said as his irritation at this didn't subside.
I just had to come out and say it. "Okay well this is something that wasn't supposed to happen for quite a while but… I erm… I am pregnant with your child. You are going to be a father Harry. I didn't know how to tell you-" I said to my husband, feeling relief coming off of my chest like a Hippogriff was lifted off of it.
I watched as his face went from its normal color- to green- to stark white. He was shocked. I thought he would pass out but after a five minute silence he… smiled?
"This isn't a bad thing at all. I can't believe you were afraid to tell me!" Harry said standing up off of his bench and taking my hand to help me stand up. He then put his strong arms around my slender body and hugged me to his chest. Suddenly I was crying because of his sudden sweetness.
"I am just scared and that's why I didn't tell you. I-I am usually a very mature and emotionally composed person but this shocked me! We have only just w-wed Harry and now we are expecting!" I cried into his shoulder, not being able to contain myself because it came out of nowhere.
"Ginny love, it's going to be okay. You will be the best mum ever and I know I will be a good father too. This is where you have to tell yourself that everything happens for a reason. Most of the time it happens at the right time even if we don't think so." My husband said soothingly, not letting go of me. "Have you told Ron?"
That was going to be a whole other issue. "No, I haven't."
"We will do it together at dinner tonight, okay? He will be fine after a while." Harry said with a grin at my fear of telling my big brother. Then his face lit up again. "I can't believe I am going to be a dad."
"I can't believe either of us will be parents. I was expecting this to happen like five years or so from now. You're right though, we will be just fine. Take life as it comes I reckon." I replied, feeling more at peace since I told Harry but still uneasy about the whole situation.
"What are you going to do about your new season starting next month though when it gets warmer?"
Oh damn I didn't even think about my Quidditch team! The Holyhead Harpies introduced me into their team two years ago as their new seeker and since then I have continued to be exceptionally wonderful at my favorite sport, helping them complete at least twenty wins since I joined. Now I am going to have to tell them too because in about three months' time my weight will be too much to even lift a broomstick off of the ground- come to think of it I probably wouldn't even be able to see the ground so that would be a whole other issue. I'll also much less be able to play an aggressive sport in the air.
I couldn't believe the words I was about to say and it made me want to scream and blame it on my little 'bundle of joy' growing inside of me. "I will have to quit for the season."
"I'm sorry-" Said Harry, knowing how hard that will be for me.
"It's not like I have any choice," I replied, fighting a ball of emotion in my throat. Quidditch was my passion, my reason to exist besides my husband and family.
Hermione and Ron walked back inside the pub then and stood near us.
"Ready to head home?" Hermione asked us as Ron looked between us again this time with his pink ears. Anytime Harry and I would fight Ron would of course blame it on him.
"Sure!" I said a little too lightly, grabbing Harry's hand to make my brother stop glaring at him and leading the way into the mushy white stuff outside.
We then apparated back home and I braced myself for the next phase of breaking the news.
Now it was time we had to tell my brother. Let the fun begin.