(How do you like it so far? I'm aiming for 20 chapters but I might go further than that. I'm not really sure right now. Give me some feedback please and let me know if you think I should make any changes. Thanks! –Raea)

Chapter 10

Hitting Water

"We have to tell your parents now," Harry pleaded with a furious Ginny who was currently slamming things around his room.

"I don't want to! They'll freak!" Ginny fell down on his bed, tears flooding her hazel eyes.

"They'll find out eventually and it's better to tell them sooner than later! You were thrilled with me what, two hours ago? Now you're acting like I'm the worst person in the world. I only have our best interest at heart," he offered her, attempting to win back her affections to no avail. At the moment she was impossible. Harry was sometimes amazed at how childish she could be.

"Can't we wait until Christmas? Then at least I'll have to visit them," Ginny gave a muffled yell into the covers.

"You'll be nearly four months in by then. You don't want to come home for Christmas and let them find out by just looking at you! Then they'll think you were dishonest and be even more upset! Ginny, be rational," Hermione stood by the door, honestly in case she needed to leave quickly.

"Ugh! I hate this! If that stupid boy hadn't had to start all this then I wouldn't be pregnant in the first place!" Ginny squealed, stomping her foot childishly on the carpeted flooring.

"You're carrying that boy in your body right now," Harry pointed out as he took a long swig of firewhiskey.

"God, I keep forgetting that," Ginny rolled her eyes, a few tears escaping at the movement.

"Just think about it. You can go this weekend," Hermione reached out to her friend but was quickly swatted away.

"Don't touch me right now," Ginny glowered.

"I'm leaving," Hermione rolled her eyes in a sarcastic motion, opening the door and quickly slamming it behind her.

"Damn… Now she's mad at me," Ginny sat down again, holding her face in her tiny freckled hands. Her fiery locks fell to cover her agonizing expression.

Ginny hadn't thought about the fact that she would have to tell her parents about this pregnancy eventually. She hadn't even thought that she'd tell anyone about the pregnancy. Obviously people would find out sooner or later considering she'd begin showing more and more with every passing week. It was unbearable to think of the expression her mother would wear, no doubt shoving guilt down her throat like it was some sort of greasy casserole. She'd never hear the end of it. Molly would be making her feel guilty when she was forty years old with a career and four more children. That's just how her mother was.

Harry knew that all of this had to be difficult for Ginny but it had to be done. Rationally, Ginny would have called her mother the day she found out about the pregnancy, but Harry had no idea what it would feel like to disappoint parents considering he'd never had any save the surrogate Weasley family. He could only imagine how guilty she felt. On top of it none of this was her fault. She couldn't hardly go home and tell her parents about the boy that had caused all this mess in the first place. They'd assume it was some cock and bull story that had no substance and would think less of Ginny more than they had in the first place.

There had to be some way to fix this. As Harry turned to the place where Hermione had just been it hit him like a truck might hit a skunk on the highway.

Hermione could tell Molly.

Molly would believe anything that came out of Hermione's mouth. It was plain fact. Hermione, being a goody two shoes, was the most credible person out of the group. Molly would trust her life with Hermione if the girl told her it was in fashion to jump off of a bridge into icy water with a group of circling sharks just below.

But how would Harry convince Hermione to become involved. This was the only catch to his plan.

"Ginny, I have an idea," Harry spat, taking a seat to share his ingenious plan with his wife to be.

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"Oh, no way, Harry. I love you like a brother but there is no way I'm going to put myself in the direct line of fire of Mrs. Weasley," Hermione shook her head, holding up her hands defiantly. "No way in hell."

"Hermione," Harry whined a plea, "We need you. She'll believe you over us!"

"And how do you know that?" she quirked a brow.

"Are you kidding? She always believes you. When her tea kettle went missing and she thought that Fred and George sold it off to pay for some stupid experiment, you told her that they hadn't and she believed you immediately. You didn't even know whether they'd taken the stupid thing or not! She still believed you!" Harry groaned, "Please?"

Hermione mulled it over, her eyes rolling frequently as she tried to decide what was more important: her friendship or her life. Certainly Mrs. Weasley would strangle her. Finally she made up her mind.

"Fine, I'll go," Hermione groaned a bit, her shoulders sagging in defeat.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Harry beamed, kissing Hermione's forehead.

"You owe me big time," she sighed heavily, "like new cat big time, and an owl."

"Fine, fine, anything you want!" Harry jumped up and down in a little happy dance before scurrying off to find his fiancée.

Ginny was sulking in the library, curled on a leather couch with an enormous novel. She hadn't even seen Harry run up to her and his sudden exclamation made her jump up, dropping the book on the floor with a thud. This earned her a growl and sneer from Madam Pince who jammed her finger toward the exit.

She steered Harry out into the corridor quickly, afraid to be yelled at by the irritable librarian, "What is it?"

"Hermione's coming," he repeated his happy dance, his body filled with glee.

"Stop it!" Ginny commanded, earning a glare from Harry.

"Hermione's coming," he repeated as if she hadn't heard them the first time.

"I heard," she laughed a bit, "That's really good."

"Yep, it's bloody brilliant!"

"Well we best start packing then."

(Hope you enjoyed! Please review. –Raea)