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Delivering The Message

It had been a week since Ginny puked up her guts after Ron's departure and she hadn't stopped since. Well, of course there were periods of time when she wasn't. Long periods of time. Curses ... let's just say Ginny had been throwing up daily this week. Which is exactly where Draco found Ginny this fine morning of February.

"I think you've been giving the toilet more attention than you've been giving Harry and me lately." He told her as he leaned against the doorjamb watching her taste breakfast for the second time. His only reply was a finger, which finger, shall not be uttered, though I don't doubt you get the idea.

After a few moments, there was nothing left to— well— disclose of, and Ginny made her way to the sink to brush her teeth. "Arse." she mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste. "You know the polite thing to do would have been to hold my hair back. I bet Harry would have." she added as an afterthought.

"Well, at the moment, Harry is busy with his wand, and I don't mean the one made of holly." Ginny stared daggers at Draco. "Yes, he testing out his new potency." Draco told her with a grin. Ginny only glared, furiously scrubbing the toothbrush across her teeth and tongue.

"I just wish I knew what was wrong with me!" She exclaimed, after rinsing, louder than she had intended and throwing her toothbrush into the sink in frustration.

"Are you that fucking dense? Isn't it obvious?" Draco asked before stepping fully into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

"Love. You're pregnant." Draco said softly.

"Am not!" Ginny shot without missing a beat.

"Are you serious?! I may not be a fully trained Healer, yet, but I still know how to spot a pregnant woman! I don't need training to tell me that." Draco couldn't believe she couldn't know that she was pregnant. "Of course you are."

"I can't be."

"No, you really can be. Did you're mother not have this conversation with you? See when two people fuck the mess out of each other and neither uses protection—" Draco started in mock concern.

"There was protection!"

"There was protection!" Harry heard as he walked past the bathroom. Figuring Ginny was yelling because it was 'that time of the month,' he started to get away as soon as possible. He remembered— to his chagrin— the last time he had come across Ginny during one of the 'periods' (pardon the pun) it was not something he wished to experience again.

"Well apparently you don't remember 'cause—" hold on that was Draco. Ooh, Harry had warned him, ooh, Harry had warned him. Well, maybe, Harry should stay back ... this could prove quite amusing.

"I have you know I don't forget any—"

"Obviously you do forget that sometimes we don't—" Harry was beginning to think that maybe he should go get some popcorn; they could be a while.

"No, I'm not."

"Need I spell it out for you, woman! You. Are. Pregnant!" Hold the thestral one Merlin damn minute! Had Harry heard correctly? Within moments he found himself in the bathroom with Ginny and Draco, a look of awe upon his face. He turned to Ginny.

"You're pregnant?"

"Harry—" Ginny started looking worried.

"Well, now it makes sense!" Harry says as if a great idea was just struck upon him.

"WHAT?!"

"Well, it was either that or food poisoning, and I'm a pretty good cook, so I doubt it was that."

"Ever the modest one." Draco mumbled.

"Though I did doubt Draco's spaghetti Thursday night." Harry concedes ignoring Draco's comment.

"It was my first time making spaghetti! Besides I didn't hear you complaining as you went back for seconds."

"That's because I didn't wanna huwt your feelings ickle Dracie-poo." Harry cooed, as if talking to a baby and pinched Draco's cheeks.

Harry and Ginny laughed.

"What are you all doing in here?" came the voice of Ron and suddenly the space in the bathroom decreased even more.

"Bi-weekly meeting. Now, all in favor of cutting off the Arrival Chamber to all male Weasleys say 'Aye'." Draco said after a moment's awkward silence. The others stayed silent. "Bugger, that one always seems to get thrown in the bin." Ron furrowed his brows.

"You know, I categorize you under 'wizard' and you're odd, I put you under 'ferret' and it still doesn't help. What are we going to do with you?" Ron asked.

"Nothing needs to be done about me. You on the other hand ... well first things first, we're going to go into the living room, Weasel, so that we can breath, and then, we're going to call the exterminator and see if there something they can do something about you." They filed out of the bathroom; Harry, first; then Ginny, followed by Draco, who got slapped in the back of the head by Ron, who was the last one out. "Well, I see where Ginny gets her problem solving skills from." Draco said, rubbing the back of his head.

"So, Ron, what's up? Twice in one week, you were able to get here without Hermione. A record I'd say." Ginny called back to him as they headed for the living room.

"Oh, Merlin, I deserve it. Do you know what it's like to be around a sixth month pregnant woman for three quarters of the day? Not fun at all. Moody little creatures, I'll have you know. Torture. Be glad you won't have to put up with it— for a very long time, if at all." Ron said getting comfortable in the sofa next to Ginny and Draco. He missed the look on their faces and the face of Harry who was sitting in the armchair next to them. "Well, anyways, I figured I'd get out for a little while, since she's got classes. Though I ought to be home before she gets there. Being pregnant and all, I suppose she feels she needs to be with me more now."

"Good Lord, she has you wrapped around her little finger with nine more on backup, doesn't she, Weasley?" Draco looked amazed.

"Oh be quiet, heaven forbid if Ginny were to get pregnant she would be the same way. Though it would serve you right if she did. I'd revel in watching you handle that Draco." Ginny looked at Harry and Draco, questioning them both with her eyes and they nodded in ascent.

"Well," Ginny hesitated, "start reveling."

"What?"

"Start reveling. I'm pregnant."

"What?" Ron looked to Draco and Harry; "Is it true?" they nod.

"About a month now." Ginny added.

"Who - who's the father?" Draco and Harry looked at each other with wide eyes, then all eyes turned to Ginny. That hadn't occurred to them.

"Well, we hadn't, yet, established that."

"Well, who did you sleep with a month ago?" Silence was his only answer. "Well." Ron started to get impatient. He received laughter this time as Draco and Harry both raised their hands. Ron pulled a face laced with confusion, and shook his head.

"I - don't - want - to know."

"We have more respect than that." Draco defends. "It was within twenty four hours of each other."

Harry snorted. "It was more within five minutes." He corrected.

Ron's face gets worse, almost unimaginably. Before he could reply, however, there was a bell sound, "ding-dong-ding-dong (beat) ding-dong-ding-dong."

"That'll be Hermione, I'd best be off quick."

"Don't tell, Hermione." Ginny hurriedly warns.

"Don't tell anybody, fool." Draco tells him and Ron nods, before Disapparating.

"Well, now, that he's gone. Who do you think is the father?" Harry asks, looking at Ginny. Draco turns to her, too. She only shrugs.

"I'll guess… I'll have to talk to a healer?" Ginny said.

(a/n:) That bit about Harry playing with his wand and his potency was inspired by Slate magazine.