A/N: Okay, here is the whole thing. Of course I'm not done yet. Here is chapter 14! (Review!)
Chapter 14
The next day, Madam Pomfrey allowed me out of the infirmary. Malfoy was waiting for me outside of the Great Hall, and we debated whether to go to Hogsmeade or stay here and have a peaceful day at the lake.
In the end, we both agreed to spend or day at the lake. We went down to the kitchens where the house elves prepared a picnic of sorts, and we headed towards a tall weeping willow near the shore.
"So, what should we talk about?" I asked, leaning back onto the tree trunk. Draco had put the tablecloth on the ground so we wouldn't have to sit in the dirt.
"Well, I personally think we should talk about the baby. Like, if you're really going to have it…" I cut him off.
"What do you mean, really going to have it! Of course I'm going to have it. Do you not want it?" He nodded. "I do, it's just that my father won't really be pleased."
"May I remind you that your father got us into this mess!" I snarled.
"Okay, look. I'm sorry. I know you'd go through with it. But we have to decide how we're going to raise it, what it's last name going to be, things like that."
"We have a big mess on our hands, don't we Draco?"
"Yup. So is it going by Malfoy or Weasley?" We were silent for a long time.
"I know." I said suddenly. "If it's a girl, it's a Weasley. If it's a boy, it's a Malfoy. Deal?"
"Yeah, deal." He smiled.
"So how do we raise it?" Another silence. "How about this…" Draco said slowly. "We both have one more year here, right?" I nodded. "Then we can keep him here with us. When I graduate, you keep him here, and then I'll come on some weekends and holidays and visit."
"Sounds fair to me. Why do you keep calling it 'him'?"
"Gut feeling. When do we have to tell your family?" his brow furrowed.
"Six days. I think it's too soon. They'll come on Friday, we tell them, mum freaks and passes out, my brothers try to kill you, and then they'll stay Saturday and Sunday."
"Oh."
"What do you mean, 'oh'?"
"I mean, I wonder what my last moments being alive will be like, 'oh'."
"Oh."
"What do you mean, 'oh'?"
"I mean, I get it now kind of 'oh'."
"Oh."
"Shut it, Malfoy."
The days past, and, (unfortunately for me), Friday came. Dumbledore called Hermione, Ron, Harry, Draco, and I up to his office. The plan was that we'd meet in the Great Hall at ten o'clock, and my parents would arrive. Harry, Draco, and I would sit on one side of the table and tell them that I was going to have a baby.
My mother would faint, and Hermione would catch her and try to wake her up. After the rest of the family are done dying of shock, we tell them that Draco is the father. My brothers then try to kill him, but I shut them up and make them listen. (Ron would attempt to hold them back.) After that, who knows what would happen?
As we planed, Ron and Hermione lead my family (yes, all of them, including Bill and Charlie) over to our table. I sat in the middle of Draco and Harry, and was feeling like I was going to throw up. I think that was partially from the baby and partly from nerves.
To our surprise, Professor Dumbledore accompanied them. He showed them to our table, where Mum, Dad, and Charlie sat in the chairs. Fred, George, Percy, and Bill stood behind them.
"We have something to tell you all," I started. Bill jumped and said, "I know! You and Harry are getting married!" They all started congratulating us when I yelled, "No! Bill, do you see a ring on my finger? I don't think so! So please, just stop it!"
Draco pulled me down into my chair and said, "Calm down, think of the baby." I nodded and took a deep breath.
"Congratulations, Mum," I said breathlessly. "You're going to be a grandmother."
"What!" She fainted, of course, and Hermione caught her toppling chair before it fell to the ground.
"Mrs. Weasley! Mrs. Weasley!" She twisted a washcloth and water dripped onto my mother's face. Mum woke with a start.
"Oh, Hermione dear, congratulations. I'm so happy for you and Ron." All the guys clapped Ron on the back.
"Why did I have to get stuck with all brothers!" I said exasperatedly. "No you great numbskulls! I am going to have a baby, not Hermione! Urg!" I flopped back in my chair.
"W-w-what? Please tell me I didn't hear that. I can't have heard right. Harry got my little girl pregnant?" She was pale white and holding her head in her hands. Hermione pushed her seat upright, and looked at me.
"No, mum, he didn't."
"Then who-" She stopped short and gave Draco a look that could melt metal. "You." She hissed. "How dare you touch my little girl!"
"Mum no! Just listen to us! We never planned on any of this, okay! It's a long story, so will you just please listen to us?" I touched her arm. "Please?"
"Fine."
So we (Draco and I, with help from Harry-fighting, remember?) launched into an explanation about what had happened. When we were through, the whole Weasley clan (save Ron and I) was ghostly white and ridged.
"So, we've decided that if it's a girl, it will be a Weasley, and if it's a boy, it will be a Malfoy." I finished. "We've also decided that Draco will visit the baby on some weekends and holidays. We want this child to be as normal as possible. As we can't have both of us around twenty-four/seven, this will be the best solution."
"I will be happy to give Ginny her own private room when the baby is born, obviously." Dumbledore put in. "She may decide to keep the room for the remainder of Hogwarts, if she chooses so."
"Will you get married?" Dad asked.
"No," Draco answered. "We have agreed to live our lives, but of course, we are trying to become better friends so that the child won't have parents who hate each other." His eyes turned cold, and I knew he was talking about his own parents.
"I might add, that no one else in Hogwarts knows about this." Dumbledore made a weird noise, something between a chuckle and a sigh. "But you should be prepared to take the worst Hogwarts students can do. Rumors will fly, but do not be offended by them! Keep with your daily lives as though nothing has changed or happened. Tomorrow may be tougher than you think. I suggest you all go to bed. It has been a long day, and there is a Hogsmeade trip, if you would like to go. Goodnight." He bowed, and walked out of the Great Hall.
As we were leaving, Draco told my parents, "I just want you to know that I never meant for anything to happen. I am really, really sorry." He walked off down to the dungeons.
"Well, you guys had better go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." I gave my family hugs and walked up the stairs with Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
"That took guts, Gin." Ron said after a while.
"Well, I really didn't have a choice. I couldn't just have had an abortion or something."
"I don't know what I would have done." Hermione said. "I'd probably have an abortion or something."
"You wouldn't have." I told her. "You're too strong and too stubborn. You'd make a great mum."
We reached to common room, and Hermione kissed Ron goodnight, and they went to bed. Harry stayed up long enough to say, "You'll make a good mum. I'm just sad that it isn't my child. Goodnight."
That night, I went upstairs, thinking about how in eight months, my life would change forever.
Chapter 14
The next day, Madam Pomfrey allowed me out of the infirmary. Malfoy was waiting for me outside of the Great Hall, and we debated whether to go to Hogsmeade or stay here and have a peaceful day at the lake.
In the end, we both agreed to spend or day at the lake. We went down to the kitchens where the house elves prepared a picnic of sorts, and we headed towards a tall weeping willow near the shore.
"So, what should we talk about?" I asked, leaning back onto the tree trunk. Draco had put the tablecloth on the ground so we wouldn't have to sit in the dirt.
"Well, I personally think we should talk about the baby. Like, if you're really going to have it…" I cut him off.
"What do you mean, really going to have it! Of course I'm going to have it. Do you not want it?" He nodded. "I do, it's just that my father won't really be pleased."
"May I remind you that your father got us into this mess!" I snarled.
"Okay, look. I'm sorry. I know you'd go through with it. But we have to decide how we're going to raise it, what it's last name going to be, things like that."
"We have a big mess on our hands, don't we Draco?"
"Yup. So is it going by Malfoy or Weasley?" We were silent for a long time.
"I know." I said suddenly. "If it's a girl, it's a Weasley. If it's a boy, it's a Malfoy. Deal?"
"Yeah, deal." He smiled.
"So how do we raise it?" Another silence. "How about this…" Draco said slowly. "We both have one more year here, right?" I nodded. "Then we can keep him here with us. When I graduate, you keep him here, and then I'll come on some weekends and holidays and visit."
"Sounds fair to me. Why do you keep calling it 'him'?"
"Gut feeling. When do we have to tell your family?" his brow furrowed.
"Six days. I think it's too soon. They'll come on Friday, we tell them, mum freaks and passes out, my brothers try to kill you, and then they'll stay Saturday and Sunday."
"Oh."
"What do you mean, 'oh'?"
"I mean, I wonder what my last moments being alive will be like, 'oh'."
"Oh."
"What do you mean, 'oh'?"
"I mean, I get it now kind of 'oh'."
"Oh."
"Shut it, Malfoy."
The days past, and, (unfortunately for me), Friday came. Dumbledore called Hermione, Ron, Harry, Draco, and I up to his office. The plan was that we'd meet in the Great Hall at ten o'clock, and my parents would arrive. Harry, Draco, and I would sit on one side of the table and tell them that I was going to have a baby.
My mother would faint, and Hermione would catch her and try to wake her up. After the rest of the family are done dying of shock, we tell them that Draco is the father. My brothers then try to kill him, but I shut them up and make them listen. (Ron would attempt to hold them back.) After that, who knows what would happen?
As we planed, Ron and Hermione lead my family (yes, all of them, including Bill and Charlie) over to our table. I sat in the middle of Draco and Harry, and was feeling like I was going to throw up. I think that was partially from the baby and partly from nerves.
To our surprise, Professor Dumbledore accompanied them. He showed them to our table, where Mum, Dad, and Charlie sat in the chairs. Fred, George, Percy, and Bill stood behind them.
"We have something to tell you all," I started. Bill jumped and said, "I know! You and Harry are getting married!" They all started congratulating us when I yelled, "No! Bill, do you see a ring on my finger? I don't think so! So please, just stop it!"
Draco pulled me down into my chair and said, "Calm down, think of the baby." I nodded and took a deep breath.
"Congratulations, Mum," I said breathlessly. "You're going to be a grandmother."
"What!" She fainted, of course, and Hermione caught her toppling chair before it fell to the ground.
"Mrs. Weasley! Mrs. Weasley!" She twisted a washcloth and water dripped onto my mother's face. Mum woke with a start.
"Oh, Hermione dear, congratulations. I'm so happy for you and Ron." All the guys clapped Ron on the back.
"Why did I have to get stuck with all brothers!" I said exasperatedly. "No you great numbskulls! I am going to have a baby, not Hermione! Urg!" I flopped back in my chair.
"W-w-what? Please tell me I didn't hear that. I can't have heard right. Harry got my little girl pregnant?" She was pale white and holding her head in her hands. Hermione pushed her seat upright, and looked at me.
"No, mum, he didn't."
"Then who-" She stopped short and gave Draco a look that could melt metal. "You." She hissed. "How dare you touch my little girl!"
"Mum no! Just listen to us! We never planned on any of this, okay! It's a long story, so will you just please listen to us?" I touched her arm. "Please?"
"Fine."
So we (Draco and I, with help from Harry-fighting, remember?) launched into an explanation about what had happened. When we were through, the whole Weasley clan (save Ron and I) was ghostly white and ridged.
"So, we've decided that if it's a girl, it will be a Weasley, and if it's a boy, it will be a Malfoy." I finished. "We've also decided that Draco will visit the baby on some weekends and holidays. We want this child to be as normal as possible. As we can't have both of us around twenty-four/seven, this will be the best solution."
"I will be happy to give Ginny her own private room when the baby is born, obviously." Dumbledore put in. "She may decide to keep the room for the remainder of Hogwarts, if she chooses so."
"Will you get married?" Dad asked.
"No," Draco answered. "We have agreed to live our lives, but of course, we are trying to become better friends so that the child won't have parents who hate each other." His eyes turned cold, and I knew he was talking about his own parents.
"I might add, that no one else in Hogwarts knows about this." Dumbledore made a weird noise, something between a chuckle and a sigh. "But you should be prepared to take the worst Hogwarts students can do. Rumors will fly, but do not be offended by them! Keep with your daily lives as though nothing has changed or happened. Tomorrow may be tougher than you think. I suggest you all go to bed. It has been a long day, and there is a Hogsmeade trip, if you would like to go. Goodnight." He bowed, and walked out of the Great Hall.
As we were leaving, Draco told my parents, "I just want you to know that I never meant for anything to happen. I am really, really sorry." He walked off down to the dungeons.
"Well, you guys had better go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." I gave my family hugs and walked up the stairs with Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
"That took guts, Gin." Ron said after a while.
"Well, I really didn't have a choice. I couldn't just have had an abortion or something."
"I don't know what I would have done." Hermione said. "I'd probably have an abortion or something."
"You wouldn't have." I told her. "You're too strong and too stubborn. You'd make a great mum."
We reached to common room, and Hermione kissed Ron goodnight, and they went to bed. Harry stayed up long enough to say, "You'll make a good mum. I'm just sad that it isn't my child. Goodnight."
That night, I went upstairs, thinking about how in eight months, my life would change forever.