Hey all, here is the next chapter. If you have time please review and let me know what you think, because I am not sure that I love this chapter as much as the rest, so please let me know if it's okay or not. Thanks.


"Gin, Ginny love," I hear Harry say, "Ginny, I'm leaving for work. I left you toast in the kitchen."

I left him shake me gently one more time before I open my eyes and look at him.

"What time is it?" I ask sitting up and realizing that I really slept in.

"It's almost eight," Harry replies, "I didn't want to wake you, but I know that you have to talk to Gwenog today."

"Oh, right," I reply remembering how I couldn't put off telling her any longer, since it is Tuesday and I already missed three practices due to being "sick." "Thank you, love," I tell Harry.

"You're welcome, Gin" he says, stooping to kiss me goodbye.

"Have a nice day at work," I tell him, wrapping my arms around him and looking into his green eyes. I pull him down for one more kiss and then let him go.

"I will. See you later, love. Good luck telling Gwenog."

I watch him leave and then get up to get ready. Gwenog is not going to be happy about losing me for the season, but she's just going to have to get over it. I tug on my jeans and throw on an old shirt, then head down to the kitchen. Harry had, being the amazing husband he is, left out toast and a glass of the anti-nausea potion for me. I take the glass and in one quick swig finish it off. It tastes terrible, but is better than puking my guts out. I pick up the toast and eat it as a walk through the house looking for shoes. Most girls keep their shoes in a nice row in their closet, but mine are all over the house from where I kick them off and leave them.

Once I find my shoes, I sigh, knowing that I can't put off telling Gwenog that I'm pregnant and can't play. I know that she will be happy about it eventually, but it might take a while. I might get lucky and have her blame Harry though. That would actually be kind of funny, as they already butt heads. I think of Gwenog coming after Harry and blaming him for taking away her best chaser as I head out the front door and onto the front stoop, from which I apparate into the locker room of the Holyhead Harpies.

Within seconds of my feet touching the ground, I hear her.

"Well there she is!" Gwenog calls, entering the locker room.

"Hey Gwenog," I say.

"Is my best chaser better?"

"About that… Can I talk to you in private?"

"Okay, everyone out!" cries Gwenog, and once everyone is out, she turns to me, "What is this about Potter?"

"Well… You are going to have to find a new chaser, because I am out for at least this season…"

"What?!" cries Gwenog, the words barely out of my mouth, "What do you mean I might have to find a new chaser? Is Harry making you quit? Are you now too delicate to play quidditch? He needs to stop being so protective…"

"I'm pregnant," I say over her, cutting her off.

"You're what?" Gwenog says blinking and for once not knowing what to say.

"I am going to have a baby," I say slowly.

"Well, congratulations!" cries Gwenog, throwing herself at me with almost the same enthusiasm that Hermione had.

"Thank you. I am so glad that you are not mad at me," I say relieved that Gwenog's response was the opposite of what I had expected.

"How could I be mad? It's like the team is going to get their very own mascot!"

"If that's the way you want to put it…"

"Let's go announce it to the team!"

"Well, the thing is, Harry and I don't want the "Daily Prophet" getting ahold of the news until we are ready so can you, um, keep it quiet?"

"Of course."