Oh Dear We Are In Trouble

A/N: 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 - again!

Chapter Two: And the Father is...

"We must find out who the father is, Poppy," said Albus Dumbledore very calmly. Professor McGonagall still on the verge of a heart attack, would not speak.

"Of course I will, but why is it important, do we even have to tell her, she can be happier if she finds out on her own - "

"We must, Poppy, because after a 9 months a baby will come out and unless... Ginny doesn't know she will be utterly confused," remarked McGonagall sarcastically.

Madame Pomphrey looked utterly offended.

"Well... at least I can..."

"Oh really..."

"I was always..."

"You wish..."

"Girls, girls, I mean ladies," Dumbledore said.

"She started it," Madame Pomphrey said, pointing at Professor McGonagall who was not looking at her. And with that she left the room.

"Argh," screamed Professor McGonagall. "My sister is such a git!"

Madame Pomphrey was just about to walk into the hospital wing when something made her stop in her tracks. She had seen Harry and Ginny snogging like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh, heavens," she thought.

She was just about to tell them off when Dumbledore's words came to her.

"We must find who the father is."

She realized she could not walk into the hospital till Potter left, she needed proof that Harry was the father; some sort of reference. Then a thought came over her.

"I'm gonna find out before Minerva does!" she thought smiling. If she had to stay out all night she would.

Harry and Ginny on the other hand showed no signs of boredom. They were quite content with each other's company.

"Harry, where do you see us in the future?" she asked catching him off guard.

"Hm, er... married... I guess with children I suppose," he said thinking.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes I do... millions of babies -"

Madame Pomphrey woke up with a snort. "He said baby," she said hopefully...

"What time is it?" Harry asked.

"About eleven, why?"

"It's late, I should go -"

"No, don't leave," Ginny said.

"I have to," Harry sighed. "It would be a big shock to see me here in the morning."

"I've been doing it for two months!" Ginny said.

Madame Pomphrey caught this and started listening hard.

"Every night since you brought me to your room -" she blushed - "that one night I've been sneaking in and out of the girls' dormitory uncaught," she pleaded.

"But you've never had Madam Pomphrey there while you're having a go at it!" he said, sighing heavily.

"You're right," she gave in. "Okay fine..."

"I'll see you tomorrow, love," he said.

"Okay, goodnight Harry."

"Good night, Ginny."

"I love you Harry."

"I love you Ginny."

Then to Madame Pomphrey's surprise they started snogging again!

"Sweet jebus," she gasped. "Out Potter," she said, walking in the room. She felt so bad to have seen Harry and Ginny, mere children so happy and carefree. They had no idea of the responsibilities they would soon be bombared with.

Harry ran up the marble staircase in hopes that no one would realize the time. When he got there, the common room seemed empty, except of two people sitting by the fire: Hermione and Ron. He tip toed passed them, but it was no use.

"Harry," Hermione yawned, "What time is it?"

"Um, around11:45," he replied. "Um, what's wrong with Ron?" he asked noticing his best friend passed out.

"Oh, never mind him, just a simple sleep charm I put on him. We were so worried about Ginny that we couldn't sleep," she said motherly. "Never mind that though. Where were you?"

"Oh... I was er... visiting Ginny," he said.

Hermione's face turned into a disapproving stare.

"Nothing happened," he said quickly, looking at her face.

"Just BE CAREFUL Harry," she said warningly.

"I know," he said assuring her. "Nothing happened. Promise. But um, do you need help lifting him to his dorm?"

"No, it's okay, I'll just levitate him. Wimgaurdium Leviosa."

As the three of them walked or floated into the boys' dormitory, Hermione heard giggling that almost made her drop Ron. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil (obviously guests of Seamus and Dean) were laughing and sneaking their way out of the room, while Seamus and Dean pretended to be fast asleep. They weren't fooling anyone though. One of Dean's snores sounded a lot like a laugh and Seamus gave him a high five.

Hermione, putting Ron in bed seemed to not care much... just muttereing, "Damn Gryffindors," under her breath knowing quite well she was one too.

The next day Madame Pomphrey marched up to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Well..." she asked.

"Your house," Poppy answered.

"Who?!"

"Guess."

"I have no time for this!" she said. Pomphrey pretended she didn't hear. "I'll tell you," she said.

"Your house."

Please not Potter, she was thinking.

"Plays Quidditch."

Please not Potter.

"Seventh year... shall I go on?" Pomphrey asked.

"No," McGonagall started. "We shall tell the headmaster that his favorite student Harry Potter will be a father."

T/N: Still typing... yup. I'm feeding you guys this story for my friend, so the least you can do is review me too [WeWantsIt]! Well, this chapter was a bit boring, but I'm working on typing the next one right now. So keep reviewing and I'll keep typing for her! Thanks to her reviewers!