A special thanks to ash for being my 100th review.
Hope you like this chapter.
For anyone keeping score Ginny has been pregnant for six days.
Sorry this chapter took soo long and that it is short.
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Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were waiting in the line at the hospital. The rest of the Weasley's made excuses not to come.
Bill said that he had a date to get ready for.
'You're already married,' Ginny thought.
"I have to check on the dragons in Romania," Charlie said.
'You said you were on vacation for another two weeks at least!' Ginny felt like yelling.
"I have to work." Percy said simply. Ginny dare not complain or other wise she would get a long boring lecture about the importance of work.
Fred just left complaining about how hungry he was.
"I have to go ask this…" he needn't finish the sentence. Everyone knew that he was going to ask the blond girl out until she says yes just out of frustration.
"Next!" the witch at the counter yelled.
"Seamus Finnegan." Was all that Ginny said.
"Ground floor, room GB8. Next!" she responded very quickly.
Ginny rushed to the hallway, mentioning to Harry, Hermione and Ron to follow. But they didn't have to be told.
She saw the door.
"Ginny wait!" Harry yelled.
She didn't listen. She kicked the door open and instantly turned bright red. The two Indian couple who were holding their baby started back at her. The baby started to cry.
She quietly backed out and shut the door behind her.
"Told you," Harry grinned.
"Shut up," Ginny scowled playfully.
"Found it!" Hermione cried out.
Harry and Ginny turned to look at her.
"What?" Ron wanted to know.
"I've been looking for this pin since the beginning of this day," she said happily, holding up an ivory pin. "It was from my grandmother. Got it on my thirteenth birthday."
"Where did you find it?" Ginny asked. Hermione's cloths had no pockets, at least no pockets visible to her.
Hermione blushed. "In my hair," she muttered.
"Seamus's room is three doors down," Harry mentioned.
This time Ginny opened the door slowly. She peeked inside and was relieved to find Seamus there, lying unconscious.
"See Ginny," Ron said holding up a formal looking piece of paper, which was held by a folder. "I told you I didn't make him this way." He was pointing to the line, which said 'Cause of accident: Drink Driving'.
"Oh no," Ginny muttered when she noticed the date of the accident on Seamus's form which was in front of the bed. It was the exact day she talked to Seamus in the pub.
"You must be proud," Harry said playfully.
He was answered with a shove.
"It's great to see you two all grown up," Hermione commented sarcastically.
"We know," they grinned.
"Honestly, worse than when they were eleven," Hermione said under her breath.
"Will you two please leave?" Ginny sighed. "Hermione and I have something to discuss."
They nodded and left.
"What are you going to do now?" Hermione asked as soon as the door closed.
"I don't know," she suddenly she burst into tears.
"What the matter?" Hermione cried out in alarm.
"I…Seamus…we talked the night he crashed."
"What did you talk about?"
"Something about Pat leaving him and falling in love with Jake and Lavender breaking her nose."
"Are you sure?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"I was drunk, I think I mixed what happened to him with some of my thoughts." She stopped crying.
"Well that's obvious, I might have not known him well but I knew him well enough to know that he wasn't or isn't gay. But why are you crying?"
"I blew of at him, told him about how I didn't care about him, you know, stuff like that."
"It's not your fault, any way you are sort of right."
"How?"
"You do have your own problems to worry about."
"Thanks for reminding me," she said sarcastically.
"You do realize that he will soon wake up from this coma?"
"Yes!"
"What are you going to do then, it's not like they have him on a…never mind."
"On a what?"
"On a machine where it breathes for you. If you take out the plug the person using it will die. It was just a joke. "
Ginny had a confused expression on her face.
"A muggle contraption."
"Enough said." Was heard out side.
Hermione didn't even blink. She just took out her wand and cast a silencing spell. Ginny followed suite and locked the door.
"Are you ever going to tell him?" Hermione asked wearily.
"Yes, of course, before the baby is born but it won't kill him if he has to wait a few more weeks or maybe a month or five."
"I give up."
"OH MY GOD, I don't believe it. You gave up for once!"
Hermione grinned. "Laugh all you want, I'm only part witch. Your full."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Muggles don't even realize that they're pregnant until weeks later. The pains of pregnancy are worse and longer on witches due to the magic in their blood."
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(One week later. Harry's apartment)
"Where is Harry?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know Ginny," Hermione answered.
"Why?" Luna wanted to know.
"The drain thing broke again and I need him to fix it," she told him.
"Use magic," Neville suggested.
"I don't know any spells like that."
"Well I don't know where he is." Ron said.
"Why don't you go to his room and leave a note on his desk?" Hermione suggested.
"Alright." She headed for his room.
'It doesn't stink in here,' was the first thing she thought.
After all her experience with boys she had resolved that all boys rooms are smelly. Apparently Harry isn't subjected to that male trait.
She found a pen on his desk. She shifted through his desk for a post it or note pad. Her hand felt something cold and metallic. An old biscuit tin can appeared.
"What the…" she whispered under her breath.
She pulled off the lid.
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