I'm my own Father?!
By Red and Yellow
Ginny sighed, pregnancy tests never lied, and Ginny was pregnant. How? Well, it was a long and complicated story..actually, it wasn't THAT long..it was really quite short..but that was beside the point.
Harry. The name caused her to frown. She knew he was the father, that sick freak. She had to break the news to him, but how? She figured that she might as well tell him as soon as possible.
She entered the common room and called his name, "Harry?" She frowned, "Harry?" She tried a little louder, "HARRY, YOU SICK FREAK, ANSWER ME!!!!!"
Harry shot up in his seat, "Ginny! I didn't hear you come in!" He exclaimed, "Come sit on my lap, baby."
Ginny marvelled at what a complete loser Harry could be at times. She looked at his stupid smile, and his stupid sticky-uppy hair, and his stupid green eyes, and hoped that her child wouldn't get TOO much of its father's genes.
"There's no time for that now!" She angrily exclaimed, "I-I have something to tell you.." She took a deep breath, "Harry, you've done what no boy was ever able to do before..you've achieved the impossible-"
"Ginny," Harry cut in, "You promised that you wouldn't tell ANYONE how I managed to do that!"
"Not that, Harry!" Ginny snapped, "You've gotten me pregnant!"
The whole common room turned and stared.
"You've gotten me pregnant!!" Ginny screamed a second time, "And I hate you for it!"
"But, baby.." Harry started in that annoying nasally voice he has.
"But NOTHING, Harry!" Ginny cried, "You've ruined my entire life! Now I cannot go whoring around this school anytime I please because I'm PREGNANT!"
Ginny stormed upstairs and began to cry. She had a reputation to uphold, how could she when she wasn't able to do any guy that crossed her path? How could she remain abstinent for the NINE MONTHS she was pregnant? She could barely go TWENTY-FOUR HOURS, how was she to manage NINE MONTHS?
In her rage, she decided that she needed to trash something, but not her own bedroom; she wouldn't want to bring trash in there! She finally decided to trash the seventh-year girls dorm.
"I'm so mad!" She exclaimed while kicking trunks over, "I DON'T WANNA BE PREGNANT!" She cried while tearing apart the hangings on one of the beds, "I HATE - Oooh! Pretty!"
She had spotted a sparkly hourglass thing that had fallen out of Hermione's trunk. She started spinning the hourglass, she spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, AND she kept spinning it until the words became redundant and didn't look or sound like proper words. In fact, she spun the time turner EXACTLY 184,080 times.
After all of this spinning, Ginny became tired and blacked out.
By Red and Yellow
Ginny sighed, pregnancy tests never lied, and Ginny was pregnant. How? Well, it was a long and complicated story..actually, it wasn't THAT long..it was really quite short..but that was beside the point.
Harry. The name caused her to frown. She knew he was the father, that sick freak. She had to break the news to him, but how? She figured that she might as well tell him as soon as possible.
She entered the common room and called his name, "Harry?" She frowned, "Harry?" She tried a little louder, "HARRY, YOU SICK FREAK, ANSWER ME!!!!!"
Harry shot up in his seat, "Ginny! I didn't hear you come in!" He exclaimed, "Come sit on my lap, baby."
Ginny marvelled at what a complete loser Harry could be at times. She looked at his stupid smile, and his stupid sticky-uppy hair, and his stupid green eyes, and hoped that her child wouldn't get TOO much of its father's genes.
"There's no time for that now!" She angrily exclaimed, "I-I have something to tell you.." She took a deep breath, "Harry, you've done what no boy was ever able to do before..you've achieved the impossible-"
"Ginny," Harry cut in, "You promised that you wouldn't tell ANYONE how I managed to do that!"
"Not that, Harry!" Ginny snapped, "You've gotten me pregnant!"
The whole common room turned and stared.
"You've gotten me pregnant!!" Ginny screamed a second time, "And I hate you for it!"
"But, baby.." Harry started in that annoying nasally voice he has.
"But NOTHING, Harry!" Ginny cried, "You've ruined my entire life! Now I cannot go whoring around this school anytime I please because I'm PREGNANT!"
Ginny stormed upstairs and began to cry. She had a reputation to uphold, how could she when she wasn't able to do any guy that crossed her path? How could she remain abstinent for the NINE MONTHS she was pregnant? She could barely go TWENTY-FOUR HOURS, how was she to manage NINE MONTHS?
In her rage, she decided that she needed to trash something, but not her own bedroom; she wouldn't want to bring trash in there! She finally decided to trash the seventh-year girls dorm.
"I'm so mad!" She exclaimed while kicking trunks over, "I DON'T WANNA BE PREGNANT!" She cried while tearing apart the hangings on one of the beds, "I HATE - Oooh! Pretty!"
She had spotted a sparkly hourglass thing that had fallen out of Hermione's trunk. She started spinning the hourglass, she spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, and spun it, AND she kept spinning it until the words became redundant and didn't look or sound like proper words. In fact, she spun the time turner EXACTLY 184,080 times.
After all of this spinning, Ginny became tired and blacked out.