Disclaimer: As usual; I'm not JK Rowling, I make no money out of this (I learned to write in English properly like a year ago!), so do not sue me.

A/n: Ha, I love writing these.:) This chapter won't be as long as the last one, I hope that's okay, it's still longer than some of the chapters… Anyway, thanks for all the reviews, they're wonderful! It's for them you keep write, 'cause then you know that someone's reading. And if there is any grammar that isn't right; don't laugh at me. I'm thirteen, only learning English in school, and I trust my computer on the grammar, and even my computer is wrong; I'm correcting it myself sometimes… Yes, well… I would just like to say that one of my reviewers guessed right on Ginny's um… secret… Well, for you that didn't guess right, here's the next chapter:

Chapter 12: Ginny's Secret

"Being soon sixteen and in your condition makes me wonder a bit. Were you into this or did someone make you?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

"No one made me," Ginny answered quietly, looking down on the floor.

"I will have to tell your parents then Ginevra," Madame Pomfrey said in a kind voice. "Since you're not off age it's my duty to do so."

"No, please don't," Ginny said without looking up. "I'll tell them myself when I'm home again, that would feel better," she now looked up to meet the matron's eyes. Madam Pomfrey saw that the girl had tears in her eyes. This girl hadn't asked for this, it wasn't her fault. Or, it was, but she couldn't just blame all on this poor girl. To the matron she was only a child.

"Ok Ms. Weasley, you can tell them yourself, I'll trust you on that. But you come and see me in two weeks. Okay? See you then." And Ginny walked out, wiping her tears away. She still hadn't told Harry or Ron, well Harry should know. He was from the bloody future! And Hermione seemed to know. So that left Ron, it shouldn't be too hard. Oh hell, who was she trying to fool? He would probably explode and kill her or something.

She was now standing in front of the fat lady. She always wore her pink dress; it must be pretty boring to live in a painting, and be called 'fat' every day couldn't be exactly cheerful.

"Hello dear. Did it go well? Was everything alright?" the Fat Lady asked kindly. Ginny smiled to the fat woman's face.

"Yes, it went well."

"Welcome in then dear." And the painting swung forward. Dumbledore had told them that a password wasn't to be needed over the holidays if he told the Fat Lady who she could let in. Ginny was glad for that; it was nice to get to know the Fat Lady; she was a very kind woman as long as you didn't call her fat. Ron had done that once and she had let him sleep in the corridor the whole night, he had been down for the kitchens in the middle of the night. Now he woke someone else to walk with him because he thought the Fat Lady wouldn't let him go in again.

Ginny walked in through the hole and the painting closed behind her. The scene that she saw as she walked in was quiet amusing: Ron was standing on a table, preparing to read some silly verse from a book, Harry and Hermione was sitting in an armchair each, watching. As Ginny walked in unnoticed Ron started to read.

"Oh, the thrill of the chase as I soar through the air

With the Snitch up ahead and the wind in my hair

As I drew ever closer, the crowd gives a shout

But then comes a Bludger and I am knocked out."

Ron ended the verse with slapping his head and falling back into a sofa. Ginny and Hermione giggled and Harry snorted.

"What? Didn't you like it?" Ron asked, pretending to get hurt by the comments.

"Ron, you didn't even write that," Ginny said. "Wasn't that some guy in Norway who did?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "Wasn't his name Ingorf the Iambic or something?"

"Yeah it was," Ron grinned.

"How do you know all this?" Hermione asked. She was the only one who didn't recognize this.

"Hermione, if you had had the slightest interest in Quidditch, and have read Quidditch through the Ages you would know," Ron said, shaking his head.

"I have read it Ronald! I just don't think that book is important enough to know it by heart."

"Come on Harry," Ginny said. "Let's show Hermione that bit out of the play "Alas, I've Transfigured my feet".

"Yeah, let's do," Harry said and they both stepped up on the table. "Okay, so I'm Crapaud, and Ginny is Grenouille. It's a French play, there of the names." Harry explained to Hermione, Ron already knew this.

"I cannot go with you to the market toady, Crapaud," Ginny began.

"But Grenouille, I cannot carry the cow alone," Harry was trying very hard not to laugh.

"You know, Crapaud, that I am to be Keeper this morning. Who will stop the Quaffle if I do not?" All four of them were now laughing and Harry fell off the table.

"That was from Quidditch Through the Ages too?" Hermione asked.

"Yep it was," Ron answered.

"Then maybe I should read it again," Hermione said smiling.

"Go Hermy!" Ginny cheered. Hermione narrowed her eyes at the name, but didn't say anything.

"Where were you Ginny? You didn't tell us where you left," Ron said.

"I was in the hospital wing," she answered, it was best not to lie.

"What did you do there? You're not sick, are you?" Ron asked, clearly concerned.

"Um, nothing special." Hermione threw a look to her that clearly said 'tell him'. "Or, well I actually haven't been feeling very well, and I had a hunch of what it could be, so I asked Madam Pomfrey, and I was right."

"So, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked. Harry put his head in his hands and looked down.

"Um, I…um, I…Iampregnant," she said in a rush.

"You're WHAT!" Ron yelled, although he had understood what she'd said.

"Really, I'm not going to say it again," Ginny said sternly.

"Ginny…you-you… I'LL TELL MOTHER!" Ron yelled, his face was red with fury.

"Hell you won't!" Ginny said irritated. Ron glared at her, but spun around instead. He was looking straight at Harry who still had his head in his hands.

"YOU!" he yelled, pointing at Harry. "YOU DID THIS!" Harry just looked up at him from his hands, a pained expression on his face. He didn't say a word.

"He wasn't in to it alone," Ginny said.

"He certainly was not!" Ron yelled.

"Really Ronald, it is not your problem that Ginny is pregnant. It really is her own fault," Hermione said wisely.

"Don't you see Hermione? This will be blamed on me. My fault; for not watching Ginny, to let her be alone with someone long enough. It's always my fault. When Fred and George left school that was my fault too. Everything is my bloody fault!" Ron sat down in one of the arm-chairs, putting his head in his hands him too.

"No Ron, it's my fault. Just blame it on me," Harry said.

"How can you do that? It's no ones fault but mine!" Ginny said.

The room fell silent, everybody glared at everybody. Then Hermione spoke up again. "But Harry, you said that your oldest child was seventeen. Shouldn't he or she be like twenty-three?"

Harry looked up from his hands again, silent tears making it down his cheeks. "Yes, she would've been twenty-two now," he said with a trembling voice.

Ginny waited a minute before she found her voice again. "What do you mean with should have?"


A/n: That was the end of that chapter. I am terrible sorry! I wrote wrong in the last chapter, and I'm going to fix that now. For you who have read the wrong version, here is where it went wrong: Celeste's supposed to be twenty-two and born in May. Not twenty-three and born in April. So… now you know that.

At first, when I started this fic I wasn't planning on making Ginny pregnant, but see how that turned out… If you have anything you would like to know or happen here, just tell me and I'll try to answer it or write it in. Yes, and I'm sort of making Wednesdays my Update-day from now one. This is the day when school ends pretty early, so it's a good day for that. Review and make my day:)

-Linnea