"Ginny, what is it you wanted to tell me?" Harry looked at the freckle-faced redheaded girl expectantly. He noted her hands. She was wringing them in her lap and biting her lip, trying not to look nervous but not doing a very good job. Harry shifted uncomfortably.
"I'm not sure how to tell you this, Harry," Ginny tried.
"Just start talking, Gin."
"You know I've never been good with that."
He'd been with her for seven months now, a time that Harry had treasured deeply. It had started so innocently and he loved her so much it hurt inside him. He was surprised to find she had tears in her eyes.
"Ginny, what is it?"
"No Harry, I just can't. It'll ruin everything."
Ginny loved Harry. But she was afraid to tell him. What if he left her? She couldn't handle that. Not after everything they'd been through together. Not after the tenderness he'd shown her.
"Please don't make me tell you, Harry," Ginny whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I love you too much to lose you."
"I love you, Ginny. There is nothing you could tell me right now that could force me away."
"How can you know that? How can you be so sure?"
"Please trust me Ginny," Harry said, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "I'm not leaving you."
He reached out for her and she came, came to that familiar place nestled against his warm body. Her head resting on his shoulder, her body heaved and shook, terrified of what she was about to say.
She pulled away and looked up at him, her blue eyes piercing through his, watery but strong.
"Harry, I'm pregnant.