AN ok ok ok… so you all seem concerned that harry and Hermione are going to die unhappy… hem this is a drama…. And this plot has A LOT of drama…. Do not fear…

But this is a lengthy story and I hate ginny so why would I ….sigh

Anyway… heres the story…

Tears were streaming down her pale face, her red hair once so vibrant and lively, hang dank around her face. She reached out and tapped lightly on the large oak door. She heard a pan being placed on the stove and smiled, typical mum, but her smile vanished when another wave of nausea overcome her. The door sprung open and light flooded the porch, Molly Weasley was still in her night clothes, she had large bags under her half open eyes, Ginny looked to the clock and saw that it was just after three in the morning shit.

Ginny felt her mother bring her into a tight embrace, in the process dragging the girl to the sitting room where she placed her down and cupped her face with her hands, wiping away the stray tears that fell from her eyes.

"Ginny darling what's wrong?" molly asked in her motherly voice that made Ginny cry harder. She saw the crease in her mother's brow and took a deep breath willing herself to be calm. She opened her mouth to speak but then she heard the creak of a floorboard and looked up, Arthur Weasley stood in the doorway looking on a concerned look on his tired face.

"Daddy." Ginny choked out and ran into his arms, burying her face in his chest, she knew that her parents were exchanging confused glances but she didn't care. "D-daddy… I'm p-pr-pregnant." She stuttered and Arthur froze in shock. He held her shoulders gently and pushed her away from him, meeting her eyes with a concerned gaze.

"Where is Harry?" were the first words that escaped his mouth, not how are you Ginny or what's wrong, always Harry, where's Harry, what's Harry doing… Harry, Harry, Harry! Arthur must have noted her change in expression and swallowed.

"He is on assignment… he won't want me…"

"How can you say that?" molly exclaimed and Ginny turned, wrenching herself from her fathers grasp.

"Because…before Charlie walked in a few weeks ago harry was going to break up with me." Ginny bowed her head in shame at the memory.

"How far along are you darling?" Arthur asked gently and Ginny sighed.

"About three months, im just beginning to show." Ginny mumbled and molly smiled broadly.

"Ginny I am sure Harry hadn't meant what he said and he will make an honest woman of you! He is not a man to shy away from responsibility."

Ginny swallowed, one problem mother… I have absolutely no idea who the father is.

***

Harry looked down at the letter again written in molly's usually neat writing, emergency, what kind of emergency? He swallowed suddenly at the thought that someone could be hurt or worse…dead. He reached the burrow and to his surprise all of the lights in the house were on, it was early not even five o'clock yet, the sun was just beginning to come over the horizon. He entered the old house without knocking and found himself standing in the doorway the entire Weasley family sitting around the table, Ginny sat at the other end of the table, her head bowed, a steady flow of tears running down her face.

Harry frowned. Dinner was at the burrow tomorrow night, what did they need him here for?

"Harry…have a seat." Mrs. Weasley said sharply and Harry's eyes widened, he had never heard her speak that way to him before. He sat down heavily and noticed all the Weasley men were looking at him either curiously or sadly.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked and Ginny looked up and she looked pleadingly at him, her dark eyes begging him for mercy. Harry frowned and looked once more to Molly whom had opened her mouth to speak.

"When are you going to make an honest woman of my daughter? You deflowered her before your wedding date and now she's pregnant! And showing too!" Molly suddenly burst and Harry looked back at Ginny pure disgust on his face.

"Is it mine?" he asked suddenly and sharply and the entire family started murmuring in disbelief. "Ginevra… is-it-mine?" he asked more clearly and Ginny for once didn't have a sweet smile to give him, an excuse.

"Of course it is yours Harry, how dare you talk about my daughter like that!" Harry realised he had hit a nerve with the Weasley matron but he held his gaze with the youngest Weasley.

"Yes." Ginny whispered and Harry placed his head in his hands.

"Harry we really need to have the wedding as soon as possible, I can't have my daughter…" Molly trailed off at the morose look on Harry's face, he looked so empty.

"Yes." He had said constantly that morning, allowing the Weasley's whatever they wanted, if he was responsible for that child in her belly then he could not abandon it.

But one thought kept resonating in his mind over and over again.

Hermione. When Harry stood to leave he noticed the concerned look on Molly's face. He produced a fake smile and apparated away as soon as he could.

***

Hermione was practically jumping for joy when she reached the Burrow, a large smile plastered on her face. She entered the old house and was greeted warmly by all present, but none of them was the one she wanted to see the most. She cradled her cup of tea and entered the sitting room.

Ginny was sitting in a very subdued manner in the corner of the sitting room and Hermione decided to approach her.

Ginny looked up when she saw the concerned face of Hermione Granger above her.

"Hello Ginny, what's wrong?" Hermione asked as kindly as she could.

"Hi Hermione… I'm pregnant." Hermione's answer was the loud shattering of glass and a high pitched voice asking.

"WHAT?"

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AN reviews? Maybe?

Im thinking of starting a poll… on the whole pregnancy….