Oh Dear, We Are In Trouble

A/N: (Or rather T/N for Typer's Note tee hee) This isn't the author, but the author's good old pal! (Check me out at penname: WeWantsIt ;] ) Anyway, the reason this isn't her is because I'm typing it for her! So, this should be interesting, shouldn't it?

Chapter One: Somebody's In Trouble

Ginny Weasley lay on her bad in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Her hair, slighly loger than shoulder length, glistened in the sunlight. Her usually beautiful chestnut brown eyes were not seen however... she was unconsious.

"What happened?!" shouted Madame Pomphrey at Professor McGonagall.

"I don't know she just - just.. fainted in my Transfiguration class five minutes ago," Professor McGonagall answered, her long face stricken with worry. "I don't know what could be causing this. Surely you can heal her right away?"

"Surely, once I figure out what is wrong with her."

Twenty minutes later Ginny woke up to see two faces staring at her.

"Good gracious, she's awake." Ginny recognized this voice to belong to her best friend and her brother's girlfriend, Hermione Granger. When she looked at Ginny, her face loosened with relief to reveal a very beautiful seventh year with bouncy (not fuzzy) curls.

"Bloody Hell Ginny!" she recognized the voice as her brother Ron's, with his hair just as fiery red and a knack for swearing. "Gave us a right good scare you did," he said, happy to see his little sister awake.

"Hello," she said scanning the room, "Um... where's Harry?

"Went looking for revival potion for her, left about two minutes ago." He answered.

"How're you feeling?" Hermione asked.

"Better question... what happened?" Ron butt in. "All I know is you fainted... Why?"

"I dunno," Ginny started, but then Madame Pomphrey rushed into her, noticing she was finally awake.

"Off you two, she needs her rest," she said, shooing them out the door. "She'll be fine to visit tomorrow."

"By, Ginny," said Ron rather grumpily from being forced out the door.

"We'll come back tomorrow, promise!" Hermione finished just before the doors closed.

"Here drink this," Madame Pomphrey urged Ginny giving her a glass of clear liquid.

Just as she drank she lifted her head and sneezed... as she did Madame Pomphrey caught the sneeze in a bottle. Ginny looked, she expected it to be, well gross, but found it fascinating to see that the bottle contained a grayish mist.

"Um, what was that for?" she asked.

"Well, seeing as how I can't find an illness I'm just taking some tests, we'll know soon what is the matter," Madame Pomphrey answered. "You best be getting some sleep." Just as she said that Ginny felt asleep instantly and started dreaming.

Madame Pomphrey watched Ginny for about an hour and got bored. Seeing as how Ginny was her only patient she decided to walk the Gryffindor corridor before it got dark, surely Neville would need some medical attention. It had been three weeks since his last injury. When she returned (just as the castle had turned very dark) she found that the bottle had become an eerie green color with it's content of green wisps swirling around. "Oh my," she thought. "I must tell Professor McGonagall!"

"Minerva, Minerva!" she yelled as she reached McGonagall's office.

"What is it, Poppy?! Do you know what time it is?!" she answered, very annoyed.

Madame Pomphrey, too tired from running to McGonagall's office, just held the bottle labelled GINNY WEASLEY. McGonagall gasped as she saw the swirling contents.

"You know what this means, Minerva?"

"Yes, I am aware... Ginny Weasley is pregnant."

Meanwhile back in the Hospital Wing, Ginny was dreaming... more like having a flashback. She was walking down the corridors of Gryffindor tower, waiting for someone.

"Hi Harry," she said as she ran up to him. "I missed you, even though it has only been a few hours."

"Me too," Harry said grinning from ear to ear, as he picked her up and hugged her. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"I have something to tell you," she said smiling.

"Me too, but not here," Harry said.

"Then where?" she said in mock dumbness. Harry didn't answer, but Ginny didn't seem to care, she knew where they were going.

As head boy, Harry had his own personal room. He hardly ever used it though, seeing as how he missed his friends he shared his dormitory with, but on few occassions when he wanted to be by himself, he came there, just as he was this time. Only, Ginny was coming with him.

As he held her hand they walked often glancing over their shoulders to check if they were being followed. This looked very suspicious. When they got to his room he muttered the password (which was Ginny Weasley) and climbed in with Ginny, still holding his hand following him.

Harry and Ginny took a seat on his bed and then Harry spoke.

"Ginny, the reason I brought you here was because I wanted to tell you... I love you, um a lot," he added.

"Harry," Ginny started, "That is what I wanted to tell you!" she said smiling and turning pink.

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I always have, its just... lately... I REALLY love you ever since we started going out," she said looking into his green eyes.

Then, before either of them knew what was going on, they were snogging wildly before Harry pulled back.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Ginny asked getting up. "Is it something I did?"

"No," said Harry, assuring her. "It's just that I don't know... whether we should... I mean I WANT to but -"

He was cut off by Ginny placing her index finger over his lips silencing him.

It was only then, he realized how beautiful and sexy she truly was.

"It's okay Harry... I want to."

"No," thought Harry. "I won't be able to control myself." He felt a shiver go down his spine. But as he felt Ginny kiss his neck, he felt a tingle in his navel and he gave in. Before he knew it he was crawling on Ginny, clothes thrown in all directions... it had happened.

Ginny was smiling and talking in her sleep, obviously unaware she was sleeping, to her she was living the best moment of her life again through memory.

"Harry?" she said still sleeping, groping the side of her bed as though looking for him.

"Harry?" she repeated.

"Yes love?"

She turned around to see a tall, raven haired (messy by the way) young man looking back at her.

"Harry!" she said looking up at him as though she hadn't slept, but had all the energy in the world.

Harry seized her in a hug and held her like he would never let her go.

"I was so scared, then Ron told me I missed you by a few minutes," he said. "I wasn't gonna let that happen to you so I stayed here until you woke up."

"How long were you here? Wheres -" she began.

"It's okay," Harry answered, "I've been here for an hour and I haven't seen Madame Pomphrey since I saw her jogging up the stair case.

So, that's how she stays fit, Ginny thought.

"What are you smiling about Harry?" she said as she looked at him, grinning with a huge grin on on his face.

"Oh I think we both know," he said grinning.

Ginny turned about fifteen shades of pink.

"Harry, oh Harry," he teased. "So I am a Sex God!"

"Shut up!" she said hitting him with a pillow.

"So you wanna play huh?" he said smiling.

"No, Harry," Ginny said laughing, teasing sort of way. "I'm warning you, Potter."

Too late, just then Harry pounced on top of her, tickling her. They were being quite loud with their laughs and giggles but did not seem to care or even notice. They had each other and that was enough.

T/N: That's Typer's Note... Well, there's more of her story, but I don't feel like typing it all. So I'll add chapter two if she gets reviews, har har. Check out my stuff too at penname: WeWantsIt. Oh I'm such a shameless plugger. Anyway, this typing 100 pages of writing is hard, so review if you want some more!