New chappie :) Ginny is now 16 weeks pregnant :)By the way, I have been getting comments about my spelling, and I feel like I have to explain this. English is only my SECOND language, so my spelling isn't 100 % perfect :) But if you see any spelling mistakes, tell me, okay? :D

"Are you sure you have to go?" Ginny asked quietly, trying not to cry.

"Yes love, I'm sorry. But I'll be home before you know it, I promise," Harry answered, and glanced around the alley at the Ministry of Magic. Some of his coworkers were looking at them, and it made Harry very uncomfortable, especially since Ginny was getting kind of teary. The entire week she'd constantly been on the edge to tears. It was driving both Harry and Ginny insane.

Maybe it's just good that we are away from each other for awhile, Harry thought, and gave his wife a kiss on her forehead.

"Yes, but I'll try to get home as fast as I can, I promise." He squeezed her hand gently before turning around to face his coworkers.

"Let's get going! Andrews, Lawrence, you'll go first, and the rest of you can follow after that." Harry gave Ginny a quick smile, and she gave him a watery smile back. There was a loud pop, and the alley was empty.

Ginny sighed unhappily and twisted her wedding ring on her finger.

"Please let him be okay," she murmured, and apparted back to Grimmauld place.

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A few days later Ginny was sitting by the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. She hadn't heard from Harry for 4 days now, and was getting really worried. So, she'd decided to go shopping with Hermione to the Diagon alley, to get her mind off things. Hermione was arriving at any minute, so Ginny realized it was time to start getting ready.

She went upstairs to the bedroom to find some clean clothes. She stripped off her nightgown and turned to face the huge mirror hanging on the wall. Her stomach was getting bigger each day, it seemed. Earlier she'd been annoyed with it, but then she'd realized it was actually her baby who was growing in there, and she'd stopped obsessing about gaining weight.

The bell rang downstairs, and Ginny quickly threw on some clothes, and ran down. Hermione was waiting just inside the door.

"Took you long enough!" Hermione exclaimed happily and gave Ginny a hug.

"I know, I know," Ginny answered and hugged Hermione back. "I was having trouble finding clothes that actually fit!"

"That's why we're going shopping, stupid," Hermione said in a joking voice. "I thought we could go to muggle London for our shopping spree," she continued.

"But I don't have any muggle money!" Ginny exclaimed.

"But I do," Hermione grinned and waved a stack of muggle bills in Ginny's face.

"It's a good thing you're so organized. We, and I'm speaking for my entire family right now, would be lost without you," Ginny said with a smile. "Especially Ron," she added and laughed. "I swear, he wouldn't have gotten himself through Hogwarts if it wasn't for you."

"It's true that I do help him remember a lot of things," Hermione said thoughtfully. "But one of the things I love most about him is that he's so spontaneous, and I am not spontaneous. You could say that we complete each other in a way. "

"True,"Ginny mumbled, suddenly sad. She missed Harry more every day. This was starting to feel like her sixth year, not knowing when or if Harry was going to come back. To her own horror a tear was forming in her eye, and she quickly wiped it away. Today was going to be all about babies, shopping and Hermione, no disturbing thoughts.

"Well, shouldn't we get going?" Ginny said a bit too cheerfully. Hermione eyed her suspiciously but let it go.

"I suppose you're right. Can you apparate?" She glanced at Ginny's stomach.

"I'm pregnant, not crippled," Ginny snarled. It came out fiercer that she'd intended it to, and she immediately regretted it. Just because she was in a bad mood, Hermione shouldn't suffer.

"Alright," Hermione said, sounding a bit hurt. "I'll side along apparate you."

"Sounds good."

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Harry was sitting in a tent in a Scottish forest, trying to write a letter to Ginny. It was pretty hard, seeing as how the trainees were all talking rather loudly. The discussion was about which one of them had discovered the group of deatheaters the union had captured yesterday. Harry was getting sick of their voices, and he was sadly aware of the fact that that was the only thing he'd be hearing for the next three weeks. He missed Ginny, and the trainees weren't helping. Usually he didn't mind them, but this trip it was different. All he wanted to do was go home to Ginny. Harry didn't want to miss one second of her pregnancy, yet here he was.

"Nooo, it was me!" Andrews screeched. "Remember, I said "Look there in the bushes" It was me!!"

"You only said that after I said that I heard something," Alicia Brady shouted.

"Oh just shut up all of you!! I'm trying to concentrate! We're never going to find any deatheaters if you keep screaming like that!" Harry yelled.

"Someone's touchy," Alicia whispered to Megg Newton.

"I heard his wife is pregnant, and that he didn't want to do this mission at all," she whispered back.

"Really?" Harry sighed.

"I can still hear you. And yes, all you said was true." He turned back to face his letter, and felt the trainees glances into his back.

"It's true?" Peter Lawrence asked, sounding surprised. "I thought it was just a rumor."

"When is she due?" Megg asked in a friendly voice, obviously trying to make up for her gossiping.

"Late September."

"But that's not so soon," Peter said. "Why do you have to be with her?" Alicia, Megg and Andrews all started shaking their heads fiercely. This was Peter's first mission with Harry, but the others had been on several missions with him, and they had discovered that everyone saying something about Ginny Harry didn't like, would get their head ripped off (figuratively, of course). He was just a tiny bit overprotective. Without realizing that he'd made a mistake, Peter looked innocently right at Harry. Harry turned his chair around so he was facing Peter.

"She's pregnant with my child, of course I want to be with her all the time!" Harry said, trying to sound calm. "I'm worried when she's worried, and she's worried all the time when I'm here. If something happens to her, it's very difficult for me to get away. What if something goes wrong, what if she miscarries? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if it happened because I wasn't there!" Harry had raised his voice with each word, and at the last sentence he was almost shouting. He muttered something darkly and stormed out of the tent.

Harry rummaged through the forest, swearing to himself. Why couldn't he learn how to control his temper? But it wasn't actually just Peter's rude comment that had set him off. Harry had a strange feeling something bad was about to happen. He looked back over his shoulder, and realized he was completely surrounded by the forest now. That was exactly the way he'd intended it, he needed to be alone with his concerns. At the same time he knew that he couldn't leave the trainees alone. But what's the worst thing that could happen? He thought about it. As clumsy as they were, they'd probably run into a group of deatheaters , and get themselves murdered. Harry sighed, and turned back.

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"No, I don't think this is it," Ginny said to Hermione, the disgust read all over her face. She was holding a pink and extremely frilly dress Hermione had just handed to her. This shopping trip had brought out something in Hermione that Ginny'd never seen before. Hermione didn't seem like the kind of woman who liked pink little frilly dresses.

"You hate it don't you?" Hermione stated.

"Noo, but I don't know if it's a girl or a boy yet. Harry would kill me if I put his son in this," Ginny said, trying to sound convincing. Just mentioning Harry's name felt like a stab in her chest.

Hermione looked thoughtful. "I suppose you're right," she muttered. "But I read somewhere that pregnant women can get a sense of what the sex is on their own." She looked at Ginny hopefully. Ginny shook her head.

"I haven't got a clue, and it's killing me. Harry wants to keep it a surprise. But that's really quite problematic, since I now don't know what kind of clothes to buy," she complained. Hermione nodded, understanding.

"We'll just have to stick to something more neutral," she agreed. She turned her back to Ginny, and Ginny threw away the pink dress with a sigh of relief.

The women continued going through the store, when Ginny discovered something that caught her eye. She picked it up and eyed it suspiciously.

"What's this?" she asked Hermione, and held up the thing.

"Oh, that's a breast pump," Hermione replied in a matter-of-factly voice. Ginny's eyes widened, and she quickly put it back down. Hermione laughed at her.

"It hasn't been used yet, silly." She picked it back up. "You see, when you're nursing, and you're full of milk, it's sometimes easier to just pump and then give the milk to your baby. Mom says it saved her when I was little." Hermione checked the pricetag. "Look, it's not even expensive, why don't you buy it?" She smiled reassuringly. Ginny thought about it for a second. She was probably never going to use it, but she'd already let Hermione down too many times today. She just couldn't relax; Harry was on her mind all the time. She sighed.

"Fine, I'll take it." Hermione looked happy; she practically bounced to the cash register. When she'd paid for the pump she bounced back to Ginny. Ginny couldn't help to smile at her satisfied expression. She suddenly realized how hungry she was, and her stomach rumbled to underline that. Hermione noticed it and chuckled.

"Maybe we should get some lunch, huh?" Ginny nodded vigorously.

They found a cute little café near the baby store. Hermione just ordered a salad for herself, but Ginny was starving so she took the big pasta plate. As soon as they'd sat down Ginny started wolfing down her food. Hermione looked amused.

"What?" Ginny asked, mouth full of pasta.

"You're one hungry mommy," she snickered. Ginny tried to smile but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Hermione saw that and became concerned.

"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly. Ginny stopped in mid-bite.

"Nothing…" Ginny mumbled and turned her attention back to her pasta plate.

"Come on Gin, we tell each other everything!" Hermione exclaimed. At first Ginny didn't answer. Hermione watched her silently. Finally Ginny replied;

"I haven't heard from Harry in four days," she said in a thick voice. "And I'm really starting to worry about him." Tears started to prickle down her cheeks. "I mean, this was a really dangerous mission, they're capturing deatheaters after all. And he told me that he probably wasn't going to be able to talk to me, or write to me that often, since he's undercover, but I'm so scared." She wiped away a few tears, and Hermione reached for her hand. Ginny sent her a thankful look. "He's been on missions like this before, but everything's so different now." She put the hand Hermione wasn't holding over her stomach in a very protective gesture. "I'm terrified that I'm going to get a call from Kingsley, saying that something bad has happened to him. Every time the phone rings I literally jump ten feet. The house is so empty without him…" Ginny put her face in her hands and started sobbing. Hermione pulled her chair next to Ginny and put her arms around her.
"I don't know if I can raise a baby alone…" Ginny mumbled desperately.

"Ginny, you're not going to have to. You're overreacting; Harry's going to be home before you know it."

"I know you mean well, but it's not that easy to stop feeling this way. You don't have the same problem, the worst thing that could happen to Ron at the jokeshop is that the Pygmy puffs escape and start biting his toes." She sighed shakily. "All I want is for him to stop, but I can bring myself to asking him, because I know it would make him so unhappy to stop. He wants the world to be a better place, especially now."

"Oh, honey…" Hermione whispered. "I know it's hard. But you have to think about that he actually fought off you-know-who, the most evil wizard in wizard history. He'll be fine."

"Wasn't it you who said 'The fear of a name only increases the fear of the object'(A/N: That's translated straight from Swedish to English, I'm not sure it's correct)," Ginny asked and raised her eyebrows. She let out a snicker, and the serious tension eased immediately. Hermione laughed too.

"Okay, you're right," she chuckled. "But think about what I've said, and don't obsess over this, alright?" she added. Ginny nodded and wiped away the tears. Her mascara was all over her face, and she still wasn't feeling completely okay, but at least she was feeling a lot better now that's she'd gotten it all off her chest.

"Now over to a totally different subject," Hermione said and blushed for some reason. "I was just… No I can't ask this." She laughed embarrassedly.

"Now I'm curious!" Ginny exclaimed, sounding a bit happier now. "You never blush!"

"Okay, okay… "She played with the buttons on her coat. "I was wondering how long it took for you and Harry to become pregnant…" She blushed again.

"Oh…" The twinge when Ginny heard Harry's name was smaller now. "We weren't even trying, we just forgot to use birth control. This kid wasn't exactly planned…" Ginny eyed Hermione suspiciously. "I thought you said you didn't want to have a baby right now."

"Well, Ron made me change my mind…" She smiled happily.

"Hermione, you're not supposed to worry until a whole year has gone by." When Hermione didn't answer she continued; "Plus, I think you're going a bit back and forth with this baby issue. Remember, the week before mine and Harry's wedding, when you thought you were pregnant, you were all excited to be a mum. Then, a few weeks ago, you were desperate because Ron wanted a baby. I think you need to think this over for a bit longer. No offense."

"What about you?" she defended herself. "You weren't ready to have a baby, you told me so yourself!"

Ginny thought back to when she found out she was pregnant, and about how much she'd been panicking.

"You're right, I wasn't quite ready. But there's not much to do about it now…"

"You could get an abortion." Ginny stared at Hermione like she was crazy.

"You mean KILL my baby?" she snarled angrily.

"Why not?" Hermione asked defensively. "If you're not ready wouldn't it be better to get rid of it?"

Ginny was fuming now. She couldn't believe Hermione had said that! She grabbed her clothes and her purse, and ran out of the café and into the street.

"Ginny, watch out!!" she heard Hermione yell from behind her. She turned around. Then everything happened very fast. The car heading towards Ginny wasn't able to stop, and it pushed Ginny to the ground, her head crashing into the sidewalk. Before Ginny's eyes everything went black.

Cliff hanger! A bit shorter than usual… Leave a review before you go! :) And by the way, I'm not against abortion in any way, I think it's your own choice… I just don't think Ginny would get one. Is it even legal when you're already four months long?