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Three, Two, One. It amazed me that if I didn't eat, I still got morning sickness. I didn't know how I could do it, just one of those unexplainable things that you don't need.

Like a ghost, I came out of the bathroom with Ron and George acting like they hadn't been looking at the door, but you could tell that they had been watching it closely. I wouldn't recommend that they go into acting.

"Morning" I mumbled to them, going and picking up a banana from the counter. "So, did you sleep okay?" I asked George, who I knew had been up talking to Hermione, Harry, and various people that had been looking. I don't know how much he told them but I saw his checklist.

"I slept fine, I would have slept better if Hermione hadn't kept me on the phone for two hours discussing things that I didn't want to talk about, especially with her," George said, and I had the feeling that it was about me. "Oh"

"But Hermione got me thinking," Uh oh, a scary pastime. "So… uhmm, after work, can we talk to you?"

"Sure" I told him, but he didn't look relieved. "Anything you want George" I said, he had been the one to stand up for me, so I guess I could do this for him.

He finished his bowl of cereal and went down the steps, Ron didn't look as nervous as he did before, and he said in a whisper, "Please don't tell me that you slept with Harry and that's his baby."

"Well, I can only say that half of that sentence is true" I hurried down the stairs, knowing that later, Harry would get an earful from Ron. I helped George clean up the mess that I had made last night, and then we opened up the shop.

"Verity took the day off today, she's in South Africa on Safari with her new husband" George told me, throwing an apron to me, "So you get register."

I didn't think that many people would come to Diagon Alley to go to a joke shop, in the end of October. Especially when it was a Thursday, I mean who does their shopping then?

The day was slower than in the summers, but it was still packed with customers. Ron was being a real baby and wouldn't let me help him carry anything and said in a low tone "it's not good for your health."

Mum, Hermione, and Harry had all come at the best times. Because I wasn't in the shop then, I was upstairs still getting my morning sickness and I had Ron take over my spot for a while. When I came back downstairs, I could tell that Ron had wanted so badly to comment about Harry, but he kept it inside him.

We finally closed up shop at seven and went upstairs to celebrate a good day of work. I changed out of my work clothes and into comfy clothes that were normally loose on me. Ron and George made a pizza, but I picked off all of the olives, pepperoni, and sausage. "So, what do you think of the business?" George asked.

"I have a new appreciation for it, that's for sure." I said with a smile. "I couldn't imagine working in the summer."

George gave me a weak smile, and asked, "So do we have to have this awkwardness all the time or can we actually talk about this?"

I set my piece down onto my plate and said, "What do you want to know? The least I can do is tell you two, since you're letting me stay here, away from Hermione." And I added to a side note towards Ron "No offense."

"None taken" Ron mumbled.

"Well, who is it?" George asked, and I waited till he took a huge sip of water till saying, "Its Neville Longbottom." That water came out of his mouth and sprayed all over Ron's face. "NEVILLE?!"

Ron's wet face showed every bit of shock, "Yes, Neville" I repeated in a quiet voice, as George ran his fingers through his hair. "I thought that it was Harry and that's what you were blubbering about last night."

"I'm sorry I didn't get up to your expectations, but I can't choose who I accidentally get pregnant with." I told him crossly.

"I didn't mean it like that Ginny, I just never thought when I looked at that clumsy kid in Ron's grade would one day be involved with my sister" George said.

"Neville?" Ron repeated stupidly.

"Yes… remember that one day Ron, when I came in late, when you were eating breakfast with Hermione, I was wearing-"

"The same clothes you did the night before" he finished in a whisper. "That'll be a story to tell the kid, he was made because our sister got drunk and slept with the person next to her."

"Hey, I wasn't that drunk Ron" I told him, a little steamed.

"So you wanted this to happen?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm not happy how it came about, no, but I can't change what has already happened."

"No, you can't." Ron said, "But you can make this better, by actually talking to him about this."

"He doesn't want to talk to me" I told him, quite sure of that.

"I don't think so, I bet he's just scared to talk to you and he doesn't know how to feel about the situation just yet, I mean if you tell a guy he's a father, he's bound to have a reaction." Ron told me, but I shook my head, "I talked to him and he doesn't want to get married, then his Grandmother basically called me a tramp and I left."

"She's still alive?!"

I just shook my head at Ron's stupid question.

"Well what did Neville say? You might just be taking it wrong" George said

"He said, 'Just because Ginny is pregnant doesn't mean that we have to get married, who said we want to anyways?'" I parroted, in his same tone. I was good at impressions; I could do a pretty good toad face if I wanted to.

"Are you sure he said it like that?" George asked me.

"No, I'm not entirely sure"

"Then talk to him Ginny, he has some say in this, after all it is his baby too." I got angry; emotions for me were like a pinball machine. You never really knew what would get hit next.

"But it's my body and it's ultimately my decision, now isn't it." He looked toward me, and said, "Yes, but he has a say in this, and you only hear what you want to hear Ginny…"

"You think I want this?" I asked irritated, "You think I want to be in a fight with Neville? I was the one that wanted to get married! He doesn't, it just proves that he's going to leave me later when it gets harder."

"Now I may not know a lot about Neville, but I am damn sure that he wouldn't leave you, especially like this." George told me, looking me straight in the face.

Out of frustration, I got up and left down the stairs. "Ginny!" Ron yelled, coming down the stairs.

I ignored him until he caught up to me, with one hand on the doorknob, the other being pulled back by my brother.

"Ginny, just tell me that you'll talk to Neville, and if it all goes well, then you can maybe discuss marriage, but I bet he was just scared. Things fly out when guys are nervous or scared." Ron said, I jerked my hand away from him, and walked angrily out the door. My brothers didn't know a thing about this, and the only thing that would get that anger out, was something that was basically routine now.

After spending two hours throwing up, I ate twelve boxes of tic tacs, then I quickly apparated to the burrow. With little to nothing in my body, besides the tic tacs I walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell. To my surprise, Bill opened up the door. Without a hello, I went into the house, and found my mom immediately, but what took me by surprise, was the person sitting next to her. "Neville?"

"Ginny, for heaven's sake you scared me." My mother put her hand over her heart, "What are you doing here?" then she took a closer look at me, "Ginny you look really pale, do you want to sit down?"

"Where is dad?" I asked, looking around the room, but he was no where to be seen.

"He's at work dear, but maybe you should sit down…"

Fleur came into the room and dropped the tray that she had been carrying. "Ginny, you look absolutely horrible." She said, staring at my pale completion, and my freckles, as if to count them all very fast.

"Thanks Fleur, I can always count on you to brighten up my day" The words flew out of my mouth with heavy sarcasm. She looked taken aback, and I didn't even care to say I was sorry when I really wasn't.

"Neville, could I talk to you for a minute?" I asked him, and he nodded, and I had to add, "iAlone/i"

Neville got up and followed me outside the house; I took his hand and had him walk very far from the house, to make sure that they wouldn't eavesdrop onto our conversation. We finally found a spot in the orchard, "What the hell are you doing at my parent's house?!" I said rather loudly for a girl who was trying to keep it a secret.

"I was worried about you, and I knew that you had to come here sometime…"

"You could have gone to my apartment!" I shouted.

He stayed calm and said, "You and Hermione weren't doing so well, so I knew that you two wouldn't be talking necessarily and you'd specifically avoid her since she found out and you don't want to be yelled at, even if you have to scream in other people's faces."

I started catching my breath so he asked, "Now why are you so pale?"

"Because I spent the last two hours throwing up, and I swear I could see my organs come out." I told him, "George and I… well we kind of got in an argument over you."

"Me?" he asked, looking concerned.

I shivered in the cold October wind, "Yes… about our last encounter, when you said…" but he was quick to reply.

"I didn't mean what I said" it came out of his mouth quickly, "I wish I could put the words back into my mouth and say what I really meant but I couldn't. You ran out too quickly and then no one could find you and I was getting really worried that it was because of what I had mistakenly said."

"You didn't mean it?" I repeated quietly, feeling good for the first time in what seemed like weeks.

"No, I really do want to get married but it just came out wrong and I felt horrible afterwards, but I couldn't say anything-" I placed my index finger onto his lips and whispered a quiet, "Shh"

He stopped talking, as I leaned in close to him, I took his hands, and pressed my soft lips against his. When we finally broke apart, I told him in a quiet voice, "I want to get married too."

"I have time right now" he said jokingly.

I laughed; I couldn't remember the last time that I had done that. "Well, I think that we should have it after the baby is born because I won't fit into a dress, and plus, Hermione and Ron's wedding would be too close to ours."

He looked a little disappointed, "So you want to wait until after the baby is born?"

"… Well, maybe we could convince Hermione to change her date." Neville and I both knew that it was close to impossible to change Hermione's mind when it came to her dream wedding. "It's worth a shot" he told me.

"I think we have to tell your future-in-laws first though, about the little one." I told him, smiling weakly at my stomach. He was staring at the same place that I was and said, "You know, it's hard to think that seven and a half weeks ago, we were just two people with completely different lives, but now, it's all coming together."

"Yeah… I know the feeling." I told him, and looked up at him, "before we go in there, I want to know if you want to come to a meeting… you know, a check up for the baby, I mean. I only went in there once, and since you are the father and all… my ultrasound is scheduled to be in three days, at six, are you doing anything then?"

His expression slightly changed, "Uh, I have to work late that night."

"Oh" I said, looking at my shoes, knowing all too well, I wouldn't be able to see them in a few months.

"But I can take off work, it's not that important anyways," he told me.

"I couldn't let you do that Neville, it's your job. You can't just go running around with me all the time." I told him.

"I want to do this for you, I want to be there, for all of this," He told me with a grin plastered onto his face. "Besides, it feels like forever since I wasn't at work. I need a distraction."

I raised an eyebrow and he told me, "that's not what I meant, okay, I want to do this for you and that's it. I'll be there and I'll pick you up at five thirty and we can go together… kind of like a… a family."

The way he said it made me just get butterflies in my stomach all over again, like a 'I need you now' thing and I would have kissed him again if I hadn't felt gross all over.

"Yeah, like a family" my smile grew wider, as I looked into his eyes, my hand found his and he made a surprised face, "Ginny, you're freezing."

"Am I?" I asked quietly, my own hands feeling the other, "I don't feel it."

"Of course you can't, it's your own hands, come on, let's get you inside," but I didn't budge when he gently pulled on my hand, "but that means that we'll have to go and tell them… and I don't know if I'm ready to do that."

He placed his jacket over my shoulders and whispered, "I'll be right here, no matter what."

"Okay… you're right." I told him, looking up at his soft eyes.

This was the first time that I felt completely safe and secure with the one I was with... and it felt, really good.

I feel like this chapter is very mushy and confusing and my writing is going to crap because of this chapter but the plot will thicken if you stick around for more chapters! I promise it won't be all emotional stuff and there will be action, not as much violence but actual action. Please stick with this story and please review!!

Oh, p.s. go check out my new story that I just updated today called "Without Red Hair and Freckles"