Ginny couldn't sleep. That was a given. She had been tossing and turning for the past hour and was surprised she hadn't woken Harry. When she went to turn over yet again, she felt an arm go around her waist, preventing her from doing what she had planned.

'Ginny, go to sleep. We've still got Teddy in the morning.'

'I can't,' Ginny whispered hoarsely.

Harry grunted slightly. 'Why not?'

'I keep thinking of the baby. I-...'

'You what?'

'I don't want to tell anyone yet. It's just surreal to me right now. I want to wait until it's a reality before we tell anyone. Are you, I mean it that okay with you?'

Harry looked thoughtful. 'Yeah... but how're we going to tell the press? Aren't we supposed to owl Rita Skeeter or some other git?'

'Well... we could always just tell them the way we have for everything else...' At Harry's inquiring glance she continued. 'Remember how we told them we were together, engaged, married...'

'But we didn't tell them. They figured it out themselves...' Harry trailed of, a grin on his face. 'That's a brilliant idea Ginny.'

'Thanks, and with their thick heads, they'll probably figure it out when I suddenly drop all that weight.'

Harry gave a yawn. 'We've got to stop having these late night talks,' he muttered. Ginny gave him a quick kiss before settling into Harry's embrace.

'You've got that right.'

--

Usually Sundays were Ginny's favourite day of the week. She got to relax, and then usually she looked forward to the dinner with the family later on. Today was a different story. She had woken up, stomach in turmoil, and dashed to the bathroom where she had elbowed Harry out of the way before riding herself of the contents of her stomach.

'I'll just go wake Teddy and make you some tea,' Harry said idly. Not in the mood to acknowledge him in anyway, Ginny stood shakily as Harry left the bathroom and began to methodically brush her teeth.

Having gotten rid of the horrid taste in her mouth, Ginny stepped into the shower, planning on letting Harry take care of Teddy by himself a while longer.

For what must have been the thousandth time since she found out, Ginny's mind was on the baby. Placing her hand on her bare belly, Ginny found herself anticipating the appointment with Audrey. She dearly wanted to find out how far along she was.

Deciding she had been under the spray of the water long enough, Ginny stepped out and quickly dried herself with a towel.

Throwing on the first robes she came across Ginny descended the stairs and entered the kitchen, stifling a yawn. The smell that greeted her nose was not a pleasant one, making her stomach churn.

Usually she loved eggs, but apparently not today. Ginny caught Harry's eye as he gave Teddy a plate full of food. She quickly made her way into the kitchen, grabbed a piece of toast and all but sprinted from the room.

When she was in the sitting room, she barely heard Teddy ask 'where did Aunt Ginny go?'

--

'Teddy! Where are you?' Harry and Ginny were patiently waiting for Teddy to appear so they could go to the Burrow.

'Right here!'

'Ah, now come here. We're going to go see all the Weasleys.' Harry picked his godson up and started from the house, Ginny bringing up the rear.

'Am I a Weasley?'

'No you're a Lupin. You know that silly.'

'What are you Aunt Ginny?'

'I'm a Potter,' Ginny grinned at Harry.

'But you have red hair!'

'Yes... because I was a Weasley before.'

'Before what?'

'Before I married Uncle Harry.'

'What are you Uncle Harry?'

'I'm a Potter Mr Lupin.'

'A Weasley too?'

'Nah, I've always been a Potter.'

'Oh.' Harry laughed and ruffled Teddy's now jet black hair.

'Hold on Teddy. We're apparating.' Teddy made a face as Harry stepped into the apparation point. He didn't like apparating. 'See you there Ginny.' Ginny waved to her husband and godson and watched them disappear before taking a deep breath and following suite.

Harry was already approaching the Burrow's door when Ginny arrived at the apparation point. Sprinting the few yards between them, she arrived at the door out of breath just as her mum opened the door.

'Ginny, Harry, and Teddy! Oh what a surprise!' The three were then engulfed in a strong hug, Harry and Ginny's elbows rubbing together painfully. When they were released, Harry let Teddy down and him and Ginny winced and proceeded to rub their aching elbows.

'Dears, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Let me check...'

'Mum, we're fine,' Ginny almost had to wrestle her arm from her mother's grip.

'If you're sure,' but she still looked doubtful and left the front door, hurrying back to the kitchen.

'Harry, Ginny! Oh and you've brought Teddy!' Hermione came hurrying out of the kitchen to greet her friends. After the initial greetings were made, Harry and Teddy wandered into the sitting room while Ginny followed Hermione into the kitchen.

'Where's mum?' Ginny asked. Hermione shrugged.

The two girls wandered around the kitchen finishing the dinner while catching up on what each other had been up to.

Everything was going fine, Ginny thought, until she came across a roast. The smells assaulting her nose and making her stomach turn, Ginny swore inwardly. She stopped what she was doing, urging the vomit to recede, but when it didn't, she dashed to the back door, throwing it open and threw up. Hermione was by her side in an instant.

'Ginny? Are you alright?' Ginny was only thankful no one else was near.

Face red, Ginny straightened up and shakily conjured a wet wash cloth, dabbing her face.

'Ginny? Are you ill?' Ginny went to shake her head no, but stopped and nodded yes. 'How long have you been ill? Why didn't you tell your mum or me?'

'It's alright Hermione. It's just stomach flu. It'll pass soon enough.' Hermione bit her lip but nodded.

'Would you like a potion to settle you stomach?'

'No! I mean, er no, it's alright, I'll cope.' Hermione frowned, knowing that there was something more to this.

'Well... why don't you go sit down and rest for a while?' Glancing at Hermione from the corner of her eye, Ginny nodded and thanked her before entering the sitting room.

'Ginny! What're you doing here?'

'It's nice to know I'm wanted,' Ginny muttered to herself, sitting between Harry and Angelina, lifting Teddy onto her lap. 'Am I not allowed to be at my childhood home for Sunday dinner?' She asked Ron.

'What? Oh, no, I mean of course you're allowed here, I just thought the Harpies had a press conference and roster release right now.' Ginny felt the colour leave her face as Hermione entered.

'Er...'

'Dinner's ready everyone. You can all make your way outside.' But no one was listening to her. All eyes were on Ginny. 'What's going on...? Oh...' Hermione looked at Ginny as well. Now that I think of it, she looks like Fleur did when she was pregnant with Victoire... oh... Hermione suddenly realised what was wrong with Ginny. I wonder if Harry knows.

'Yeah, they do, don't they?' Bill chimed in. Hermione noticed that while Ginny's face was pale, Harry's was a light pink. Apparently he does know.

Ginny nodded.

'And you're not there?' Percy asked.

'Obviously,' Ginny spat.

'Why?'

'I- oh damn it.' Everyone watched as Ginny clapped a hand to her mouth, pushed Teddy towards Harry and ran from the room. Their eyes then flickered to Harry who stood, avoiding everyone's eyes, and handed Teddy to Hermione before following Ginny's footsteps.

'What the bloody hell just happened there?' Ron asked loudly.

'Ron!' Hermione scolded angrily, clapping her hands over Teddy's ears, but it was too late.

'What does bloody hell mean?' Hermione groaned and glared at a flushing Ron.

'Sorry.'

'You can tell Andromeda that.'

'I'm with Ron on this one,' Bill spoke up. 'What just happened?'

'Isn't it obvious?' Everyone's heads snapped to George.

'Apparently not. Care to enlighten us?' Ron snapped.

'No. You can figure it out yourselves.'

'I wanna go see Uncle Harry!'

'Teddy, just wait a moment please.'

'No! I wanna go see Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny! Let me down!' Hermione sighed and placed Teddy on his feet and watched him scamper up the stairs.

'Where is everyone? I sent Hermione in five minutes ago to collect you all. Outside now. Dinner's getting cold.' Mrs Weasley entered her sitting room and shooed everyone out. 'Where are Harry and Ginny? And Teddy?'

'Right here Mrs Weasley.' Harry was descending the stairs, Teddy on one hip and pulling Ginny down the stairs with his free hand.

'Right, come outside now please. Dinner's ready.' She hurried from the room looking quite distracted.

'Are you okay to stay?' Harry turned to Ginny. They were the only ones in the room and could easily leave without disrupting anyone.

'Yes, I'm fine. They'll just think I'm avoiding them if we leave. Plus Teddy's been looking forward to seeing the family for a while.'

'If you say so...' Harry led them outside, not looking at anyone and sat down beside Hermione, placing Teddy in the chair on his other side. Ginny sat across from them.

'Now that everyone's here we can eat, right?' Mr Weasley nodded at Ron's question.

As everyone began eating, Bill turned to Ginny and asked his nagging question. 'So what was that about back in the house Ginny?'

'Nothing.'

'C'mon Ginny. You're ill or something. You looked a little like Fleur when she was pregnant with Victoire.'

At this Hermione had to take a drink of her pumpkin juice to hide her smile. Thick, the whole lot of them, she thought.

'Mind your own Bill,' Ginny all but growled.

Knowing a fight would be the result if this continued, Hermione went to cut in. 'So Ginny-'

'Wait a minute! You're not...' Percy trailed off, his eyes wide.

Hermione sighed in relief. Now three people knew.

'Not what?' But Percy was too busy staring at his younger sister to reply to Ron.

Sighing, Ginny nodded. 'So much for that,' Ginny muttered.

'Will someone please tell me what's going on?' Ron nodded in agreement to Bill's question.

Now only Bill, Ron and Mr and Mrs Weasley didn't know. Mr and Mrs Weasley though weren't even paying attention to the other conversation going on.

'Well Ronald, William, it seems our dear and favourite sister has a bun in the oven.' Ron, who had taken a mouthful of potatoes, peas, and carrots promptly spat them across the table onto his very surprised wife.

'Urgh! Ronald!'

'Sorry Hermione.' Apparently spitting food all over his wife wasn't enough to distract him from the fact that his younger sister was pregnant however.

'You're pregnant?' He blurted loudly. This seemed to confirm things when neither Harry nor Ginny objected and before the Potters knew what was happening, all the women were up and hugging them.

'What is going on here?' Mrs Weasley noticed the commotion and stood with her hands on her hips. She looked on at the scene and saw all the women hugging Harry and Ginny, while all her sons were sitting, glaring at Harry. 'Now really, what's happened?'

'Ginny, she ees pregnant!' Mrs Weasley stared at Fleur before turning her gaze to Ginny.

'Oh, my little girl!' She pushed through the crowd and engulfed Ginny in such a strong hug Audrey and Angelina and to pry her off of her daughter. Next was Harry. 'Oh Harry, you're going to be such a great father! You've done so well with Teddy...' She buried him in a hug so that only his red forehead could be seen.

When Mrs Weasley had finally calmed down and was no longer crying, the family sat down and continued their meal.

Not able to stand everyone's staring, her mother's beaming face and the accusing glances her brothers kept shooting Harry, Ginny stood abruptly, clutching her stomach.

'Are you alright Ginny?' Ginny shook her head no.

'Harry, can we go?'

'Er, sure thing. Teddy, c'mon, we have to leave now. Say goodbye to Victoire.'

'Bye Vic!' Hermione stood as they waved goodbye to everyone and followed them to the door, telling Mrs Weasley she would see them out.

'Ginny, Harry, wait please!' She jogged over to them and gave Ginny a last gentle hug before giving Harry the same. 'Congratulations guys, I'm thrilled for you.' Hermione smiled softly. 'Now why are you leaving so early?'

Ginny shrugged. 'It's too uncomfortable out there. I mean, did you honestly not see my brothers' expressions. They kept glaring at Harry, like they were going to kill him the moment they got him alone.'

'Thanks Ginny,' Harry muttered. Hermione had to grin.

'Can you just...' Ginny bit her lip. 'Can you ask everyone not to tell the press or any friends? We want the press to find out themselves and see what stories they cook up before then.'

'Of course I'll tell them. Now you three go home, order muggle take out or something and have a nice evening. I'll see you soon. Take care.'

'Bye Hermione.' Ginny waved before apparating home, leaving Harry with Teddy.

'Thanks Hermione,' and on impulse, Harry leaned forward and gave Hermione a quick kiss on the cheek and then apparated. Surprised, Hermione touched her cheek. She didn't think Harry had ever done that.

--

'Why did they leave so early?' As soon as Hermione was in sight, questions were fired at her.

'Ginny wasn't feeling well. But she did mention two things. They want all of you to keep your mouths shut about their life and she wasn't comfortable with the way you four were looking at your brother in law.' She fixed Ron, George, Percy and Bill with a fierce glare.

Mrs Weasley stood and went to Hermione's side. 'You four will apologize to both Ginny and Harry before next Sunday. I don't want them to start avoiding our family dinners. Ginny didn't glare when you, George, Percy, Bill, found out you were going to be parents, nor did Harry. If they come next Sunday and tell me they didn't see a single one of you...' She trailed of letting their imaginations run.

Hermione smirked and resumed her place across from Ron.

Author's Note - Here's the next chapter. Not up as fast as the last one but it's up. Um, school's starting soon, so updates will be less frequent and that's about it. Enjoy!

-PadfootProngs7