AN: So I named a character after my most enthusiastic reviewer. She knows who she is! Thanks to all my reviewers though, the reviews mean the world to me. So please, leave some reviews guys! They make the writing worth it.

Oliver apparated to the outside of his flat and keyed the door open. He was utterly exhausted. Quidditch season had started and though they were winning all their games, it was wearing Oliver to the point of no return. And the worst part was coming home to a place that wasn't a home everyday. There was no warm fire burning when he walked into the living room, the smell of food was not wafting through the house, and there was no one to welcome him home.

After a month and a half without a letter, Oliver had given up hope of receiving one from Ginny at all. He was surprised today however to return to his house that was not a home and see a perfectly crisp envelope on his kitchen table with the word "Oli" scrawled across the top in pretty backwards handwriting. He dropped his things and rushed to the table, tearing the letter open and reading the contents.

Dear Oliver,

I told my family about that baby. My mother had a fit. She went from crying, to hugging, to crying, to hugging, and then back to crying. I've never felt so fawned over. Charlie and his wife were happy for me. Fred and George and Ron had fits of rage over the whole thing. Percy was, for the most part, unfazed. He didn't really seem to care much either way and had to rush back to the ministry afterwards. Harry and Hermione had stopped by just after I'd broken the news. Hermione had been scandalized. Harry had just been sympathetic. Overall, it was an experience I'm not keen on reliving.

I just thought I'd fill you in. I'm almost six months now. But you knew that. How is practice going? I hope everything is going well. I'll talk to you later.

Ginny

Feeling a little better, Oliver pulled out his own parchment and wrote her a letter back.

Gin,

Sorry to hear it went that rough. But I told you they'd understand in the end. Have you gone to see a proper doctor yet? Are you going to find out if it's a boy or girl? What are you going to name it? Sorry, I'm being over enthusiastic. I hope your doing okay. I wish I could stop by sometime, but things are a little crazy during season. Quidditch is going great actually. Teams good, practice is good, everything's good. We have our first game against the Montrose Magpies coming up in a week. Wish me luck.

Remember, if you need anything, my door and floo are always open. I look foreword to seeing you sometime soon.

Love Oliver

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Ginny was sitting in her room looking through all the maternity cloths that Hermione and Luna had helped her pick out, and feeling a little disgusted with her reflection. Hermione and Luna had taken her shopping after she told everyone, claiming that there was no reason to wear hideous clothing to hide her pregnancy anymore, and also in an attempt to get her away from the whip lashing of emotions of her family. It was nice to have the secret out in the open, but it was all a little unnerving. Charlie and his wife Marah were taking her out to dinner to celebrate. Although they were sad for her and the sadness her pregnancy had caused her, Charlie and Marah believed that life, no matter how it's created, is important. They were almost happy about the situation, and it was nice to have some optimists in the family.

Finally, Ginny picked out a blue maternity top that widened just under her breast line and the skirt went all the way to the bottom of her butt. She pulled on some black pants underneath it and studied her reflection. She looked more mature than she could remember seeing herself in a while. She'd taken responsibly for her child, and she was proud of who she was.

There was a tapping at her window then, and she opened it to reveal a brown owl with a letter attached to its leg. Across the top was scrawled "Gin" in sloppy handwriting that she recognized immediately. She untied the little parcel from the bird's leg, offered it some of Hagrid's (her owl) owl treats and tore open the letter.

She scanned its contents and smiled a little to herself. She wondered what would have happened if she's gone with Oliver's idea of him being the babies father. Would things have been any different? She looked at her reflection again in the mirror. The girl she saw was easily capable of taking care of herself. Why did she want someone to take care of her so badly? And why did she keep pushing him away?

Ginny sighed. She ran a hand over her stomach and tucked the letter under her pillow. Maybe she was afraid to love him. At this point, Ginny didn't know if she was capable of loving him.

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3 Months later…

"Push Ginny! Just a little more!" Hermione yelled in her ear. Ginny threw her head back in a scream. She gripped Hermione's hand as tightly as she could.

"I don't want to do this!" She whined, and Hermione smiled while dabbing her head with a wet cloth.

"You're almost there love, just a little more!" Her mother said from her other side. The next contraction hit, and Ginny screamed with all her might.

Within a few minutes, little cries were heard throughout the room. Ginny was dully aware of Hermione congratulating her, her mother bursting into tears, and the doctor telling her she had a baby girl. She'd let go of Hermione's hand and her mothers, and after a little while the doctor was handing her a little pink blanket.

She took the little bundle from them and looked at the face of her baby.

"Talk to her Ginny, let her know your there." Hermione whispered to her.

"Hey little one. It's alright. No more tears." She soothed. The little girl looked up at her. Ginny smiled down at her. She had a perfectly plump little face, and there were some little orange hairs on her head. The thing that shocked Ginny was her eyes. Those eyes. Those dark, mysterious, haunting eyes.

"What are you going to call her?" Hermione asked a moment later, shaking Ginny from her reverie.

Ginny had thought a lot about this question. She hadn't ever really decided until she saw her, but now she was sure.

"Hope." She answered, playing with one of the babies tiny hands. "She's my Hope."

AN: So this chappie is really short, and i'm sorry, but i've been a bit preoccupied. Blaim my boyfriend. I'm going to try and have the next chappie up by the end of this week, but i make no promises, as the musical is starting. Now i have two distractions: I've sold my soul to drama for 6 weeks and Dustin is on my mind every other minute of the day. So sorry guys. But go on and encourage me, leave a review! ::points::