"Wait, what exactly happened?" Luna asked me. It had been a couple of weeks since I had seen her and she knew nothing about my date with Harry.

"Things were going fantastic. I thought maybe it would be our time to get together. Then Lavender Brown shows up."

"Oh no," Luna groaned. "She always seems to ruin everything."

I sighed. "She did. She told everyone in the entire restaurant that she was pregnant with Harry's baby."

Luna gasped and put her hands to her mouth. "Oh, no. Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. So I left. Then I ran into Neville Longbottom and spent the night at his house."

"You spent the night at his house? Why?"

"I was tired. Didn't want to go home. I'm pretty sure there was a fight with Malfoy involved. But Neville's a great guy."

"Mmm hmm. Great guy, huh? So when are you going out with him?" Luna asked.

"Well, I don't like him like that. But he is going to go with me to my parents' dinner party on Friday."

"Oh good, I'll see you there."

Huh? I thought Mum only invited a few people. I'm confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Colin's covering the event for the Daily Prophet and I'm his date. Your parents invited us, didn't you know?"

"No," I said slowly. Maybe I should pay more attention when Mum is talking at the dinner table. This party is turning out to be a bigger deal than I thought.

AAABBBBAAAA

I apparated home and took a walk. It's December, but the woods near my house are so beautiful that I don't mind the cold outside.

I sat down on a log near a stream. The animals have all gone into hibernation or have flown south. In the summer it's different, there are so many things to look at. There is this deer that always comes up to me when I'm here. I've named it Blackberry because of the spot on its forehead.

A twig snapped behind me. I stood up and pulled my wand out, ready to curse if necessary.

It was an owl, bearing a letter. I put my wand in my pocket, pulled the letter from the owl's talons and it flew away. I looked at the handwriting on the front of the envelope; it looked familiar but I didn't know for sure whose it was. I ripped open the envelope and pulled the letter out. It was from Harry.

Dear Ginny,

This was the only way I knew how to contact you because I figured you didn't want me to come to your house. I'm sorry for the way things turned out. I wish that you and I could be together, but we can't. This situation with Lavender has made all of our lives complicated. I need to figure some things out first before I can see you again. Please forgive me for all the things that I've done to hurt you.

Happy Christmas,
Harry

I balled up the letter and threw it to the ground. How can I forgive him? He led me on for almost a year and at the same time was with Lavender. That jerk.

I pulled my wand out. "Incendio." The paper began to burn in spite of the snow and I walked home.

AAAAABBBBBAAAA

In the year that my father has been Minister of Magic, my parents have paid off their bills and have done major improvements on the house. All of the bedrooms were expanded. The house overall looks more like a mansion now than the decrepit building it used to be. I still don't see how we're to host a dinner party though; the table in the dining room seats twenty and it seems like more people than that are coming.

"Mum," I said on Wednesday morning before the party. "How many people are coming to this thing?"

Mum looked up from her knitting. "About three hundred."

"Where are we putting everyone? I don't think this house can hold three hundred people."

"We're not having it here. I thought we went over this already."

I racked my brain, trying to think. Nope. Can't think of what she's talking about.

"No, I don't remember," I lied. It's easier to lie than to admit I don't pay attention when she's talking.

"At The Gardens, Ginny. Now, don't you think you should bring your dress down so I can press it before Friday?"

I walked upstairs. Since when can we afford to have a party at The Gardens? The Gardens is this amazing hotel in Diagon Alley. It has two ballrooms and only the richest wizards and witches stay there. In fact, I had to use my discount at work just to buy a dress to this party because Mum and Dad wouldn't give me any money to buy a dress. You know who hasn't reaped a lot of rewards since Dad became Minister of Magic? Me. Why am I the last to know these things?

AAAAABBBBAAAA

"I want to thank you all for coming," my father said. "I'm hosting this party to express my appreciation and gratitude for all of the support and help you've given me in my first year in office!" Besides my family, much of the Order (actually, everyone excluding Snape, because nobody likes him), many of the affluent members of our community and people my father worked with were at the party.

My father's assistant, Pierre Rosen, stood up. "To Minister Weasley!" he said as he raised his glass of champagne in the air.

"To Minister Weasley!" everyone toasted. Pierre clapped his hands. The food appeared on our plates and everyone began to eat.

"Aren't you glad you decided to come with me?" I said to Neville, who was eying his lobster apprehensively. We were sitting at a table with my brothers and their dates.

"Yeah, it's all really nice. But what is this?" Neville said, poking his lobster with his fork.

"It's a lobster. I don't know, I've never had it before either," I said, poking my lobster too. My family has never been able to afford lobster before.

"It smells weird. Fred, make it go away," Tasha whined. I had met Fred's new girlfriend earlier in the evening. She seemed pleasant for all of ten minutes.

"Oh, honey, let me take it away. I'll get you a steak," Fred said hurriedly. He took her plate and rushed to the kitchens. She has made him stupid. I know for a fact he can conjure up a steak, because I've seen him do it several times after George has attempted to make dinner.

Hermione's eyes grew wide but didn't say anything. I just stared after my brother. He's never acted like this before. Tasha sat there, smoothing her napkin in her lap and checking out Charlie, who was discussing Quidditch with Ron and George.

"Stupid bitch," I muttered under my breath. Neville heard me and laughed, spitting out the bit of lobster he had finally tried.

AAAAABBBBAAA

Dinner ended; the tables disappeared and the chairs moved to the walls. The lights dimmed and a band appeared on the stage at the end of the ballroom. They started to play a slow song and people went out on the dance floor. When did a dinner party consist of dancing?

"Hey, Neville," I said. He was talking with Professor Sprout about work. "I'll be back, okay?"

"Sure," he said. I walked out of the ballroom and took a deep breath. There were a lot of people in there and it was a bit overwhelming.

I went into the bathroom and found all of my brothers' dates sitting on a couch.

"Wow, this is kind of a creepy coincidence. Did my brothers do something to piss you all off?" I said jokingly.

"Good, you're here," Katie said.

"Is this a meeting?" I asked. This was a weird coincidence.

"It's just, well, your mother is kind of scary," Katie said timidly.

What a weird comment. "Okay," I said slowly.

"Look, all of your brothers seem to do what she wants them to do," Fleur (Bill's wife who I especially don't like) said.

"I know," I said. I didn't know how to respond to that.

"This is boring. Can I go now?" Tasha complained. Here we are, having a family meeting, and she's whining.

The other women looked at each other. "Fine," Hermione said simply. Tasha walked out.

"Crazy, skanky pain in the butt. Remind me to hurt her later," I said. I walked over to the door, looked out to make sure no one was coming, and magically locked the door shut.

"Okay, this is weird. Can someone please just tell me what's going on?" I said impatiently.

They looked at each other again. "I'm pregnant," Katie said simply.

Oh my god. You have to be kidding me.

"Wow," I said. "I mean, wait. I'm happy for you, but my mother is going to be furious."

Katie started to cry. Megan (Charlie's wife) put her arm around Katie's shoulders.

"That's what we were afraid you were going to say," Megan said.

"Have you told George yet?" I asked Katie, my mind still spinning.

"No," Katie sobbed.

I paced around the bathroom. "Okay. We need a plan. Because if she finds out in the wrong way, she will curse you horribly."

AAAAABBBBAAAA

We came up with a plan. We straightened our hair, makeup, and dresses, and walked toward the bathroom door.

I opened the door and George facing me. "What's kept you all so long?"

I looked at the other women. The first part of our plan was going to happen sooner than we thought.

"George, Katie needs to talk to you," Hermione said as she pulled George into the bathroom. The rest of us left, leaving Katie and George alone in said bathroom. We had made it about ten feet down the hallway that led to the ballroom when we heard cheering. George came bolting out of the bathroom, a huge smile on his face. Katie came out too, although she was not smiling.

George ran into the ballroom. We all followed. He ran up to Fred, who was dancing with Tasha. "Fred, guess what?" George yelled. Tasha looked pissed that George had interrupted her "dance" (although we all knew she was dancing like an idiot) with Fred. It was hard to hear because the music was so loud.

"What?" Fred yelled back. The music started to get quiet. Oh no. This isn't going to happen. Please let George stop yelling.

"I'm going to be a dad! Katie's pregnant!" George yelled. Unfortunately for him, the music stopped right at that moment and the entire room heard him tell Fred that Katie was pregnant. Everyone stopped moving and stared at my brothers.

"Oh my god!" Mum screamed. Then she fainted and fell right to the floor.

A/N: Yes, I know, some of you are upset that I made Neville gay. Hey, I rated this story M for a reason! But don't worry, I won't focus on Neville's relationship much. Other than that, I hope you've all liked what I've written so far. Please leave a review!