Sorry for the delay kids...I was right in the middle of failing economics. IT WAS VERY STRESSFUL FOR ME. You have to do it perfectly, or you'll look stupid.

That's all.

Harry walked into Charms by himself and was startled to see Lupin standing at the front of the room, looking gloomy and annoyed. Professor Flitwick was nowhere to be found and some of the kids (who knew he was a werewolf) were staring at him warily.

Harry looked around and noticed a bunch of diagrams hanging on the walls. He stood for a moment staring at one, and, when he finally realized what it was, turned beet red and walked quickly to his seat.

Ron and Hermione were already there, wearing identical smirks. Harry sat down next to them and shook his head, rolling his eyes at their faces.

"This is your fault, you know," Harry laughed nervously. They started to giggle. "If you two could gain some self-control…"

Lupin smiled weakly at Harry from the front of the room.

"Good morning class," said Lupin. He looked very tired. "In light of recent…developments"—he glanced at Ron and Hermione as he said this—"your headmaster has decided it would be prudent that you are given a course in copulation discipline."

The class stared blankly. Ron blinked.

"Sex Ed.?" asked Ron. Hermione snorted and tried to choke back her laughter. Some of the students laughed, others just stared and got red in the face.

Harry shook his head again.

"Precisely," said Lupin. "Although…I can't imagine why most of you would need it."

The students laughed again, shooting looks at Ron and Hermione, who glared back at them.

"Anyway," started Lupin, and he went right into a discussion about how and why certain things happen.

Halfway through the class, Lavender Brown asked about different methods of magical birth control and Hermione rolled her eyes. Lavender caught it, and they got into a brief argument that ended in Ron shouting "Neither of you is any better than the other!"

Hermione shot him a nasty look that Harry knew would develop into a huge argument later (which would mostly end up with them kissing grossly for everyone to see).

Draco Malfoy was sitting in the back with his arm over his gloomy looking girlfriend, Icicle. Pansy, he noticed, sat on the other side of the room and glared at him with red eyes. When Hermione and Lavender started arguing, he started to laugh and Harry shot him a nasty look that he returned with relish.

Lupin stopped several potential fist fights between Hermione, a number of other girls, and even Neville, who had the cheek to ask the couple if they even knew where to find magical birth control. Ron gave him a look that would have shriveled trees and Neville simply looked away. Hermione told him to go write a note to his Death Eater pen-pals and Neville shot a nervous look at Lupin, who was now a well-known and honored member of Dumbledore's prestigious Order of the Phoenix.

Class went fairly uneven until the end when Lupin finally decided to let them go; Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of their classmates acted like nothing had happened at all in the room and that no one had ever been arguing with anyone else mere seconds before.

As they walked through the hallway, Harry marveled at Hermione's ability to completely ignore the pointing and whispering. Some of the students were still pointing at him, obviously convinced of his guilt. Ron shot everyone smug, proud looks and they laughed at his nonchalant nature. They finished their classes and sat for a bit in the library until Hermione finally remembered that she and Ron were late for an appointment with Madam Pomfrey and they went their own ways.

Harry was asleep in one of the common room's chairs until a small blonde second year tapped him on the shoulder nervously muttering "Mr. Potter?" and shoved a note into his hand, darting away with a furious blush on her face.

Potter:

The Minister of Magic would like a word.

-Professor Snape

Harry was walking through the hallway toward Snape's office when he suddenly spotted Mr. Weasley, who was looking down the hallway nervously tapping his feet.

"Harry!" called Mr. Weasley gratefully when he spotted him. He grabbed Harry's shirt and pulled him over toward him.

Mr. Weasley inspected him quietly.

"Harry, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

Harry nodded. "Ok…"

"Well, Harry, here's the thing. Ginny won't let Madam Pomfrey look at her until everyone believes that she's telling the truth. And…technically, I'm not really allowed to go into any of the Common Rooms, being a ministry official and all that. I was wondering if you could maybe talk to Ginny for me," he said slowly. "You know…calm her down a little bit. Ask her about the…the…"

"Pregnancy?"

"Yes! Yes, of course."

Harry stared at him.

"Erm—Mr. Weasley—why me? Why don't you ask Ron, or….Hermione or something?"

Mr. Weasley coughed impatiently.

"Well…I guess that would be because Ginny's not too happy with Hermione at the moment, and…vice versa. And Ron? Well…bless him, but he doesn't have much tact. But you, well…because I thought you, given your past history, might, um, have a different insight for her. The miracle of life, and all that good stuff…plus, well, the authors want us to keep things moving. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Harry stared.

"What auth—"

"Thank you, Harry! That'd be brilliant!"

Without another word, Mr. Weasley disappeared around the corner and vanished.

Harry was left speechless.

He made his way back to the common room and stood at the bottom of the stairs leading to the girl's dormitories, calling Ginny's name and asking random girls to go up and find her, if possible. One girl's face lit up when Harry approached her, and became gloomy when she heard that all he wanted was Ginny.

Finally, after thirty minutes, Luna Lovegood broke into the common room again and went up and actually found her. Her hair was very messy in the back, Harry noticed.

Ginny came down the stairs holding a large green book. Harry looked at the cover closely and noticed a very old man with a long grey beard and a small dark haired boy.

"Ginny?" asked Harry.

"Yeah?" she asked lazily.

"Could you put down the book for a minute?"

She snapped the book shut and glared at him, annoyed.

"What?"

"Well, can I talk to you a bit?"

She walked over to the chair and sat down, balancing the book on her knees. She was still looking at him accusingly, as if she knew exactly what this was about.

"Where's my dad?" asked Ginny, scowling at him.

"He's not allowed to come into the common room," said Harry nervously.

"Ah," said Ginny. She kept glaring at him.

"Well, I mean, you won't talk to anyone or anything, and you keep hiding in your dormitory reading and you won't talk to Hermione or Ron, so…everyone's…worried."

She kept glaring.

"Look, Ginny," said Harry, sitting across from her. "Why don't you just let Madam Pomfrey take a look at you—the baby—you and the baby. You know, it's for the best."

She narrowed her eyes.

"I don't have to do anything," she fumed.

"No! I mean, I know! But, it's better for the baby and what if something was to happen—"

"Why are you here, Harry? What'd you want? What'd you get out of all this?"

He paused.

"Nothing. It's just…your father—"

"I don't care what my father wants!" She picked up the book and slammed it on the floor. She was still glaring at him and her eyes were starting to get red.

A group of nearby fourth years were watching her.

"Ginny, fine, whatever, it's ok," he said, hoping that she wouldn't cry. He hated it when girls started crying.

"Nobody believes me!" she said, hissing softly at him. She was aware that the small group was watching her. "I haven't been this messed up since Riddle and now look what's happening! Hermione's all mad at me for no reason and Ron's ignore—"

"Hey! What about all that stuff you said to them in the hospital wing! You can't just expect her to get over something like that overnight!"

She shook her head and picked up the book. "Yeah, well, whatever! I'm going now!" and she stormed up the stairs.

The fourth years were still watching.

"WHAT!" shouted Harry.

Harry was on his way back to the great hall when he caught up with Hermione and Ron, who were walking with Luna.

"Hiya Harry," said Ron. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," he said, ignoring their questioning looks. They walked through the doors and immediately kids everywhere started to look at Harry and point, talking amongst themselves.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" asked Ron, staring at everyone as they found their seats. A girl from Ravenclaw with black, curly hair came up to Luna and tugged on her sleeve. She whispered something in Luna's ear and Luna shot up, shaking her head furiously.

"Harry!" she shouted, grabbing his shirt and pulling him up away from the table, where no one could hear them. "Some of the Gryffindors overheard something in the Gryffindor common room about you and Ginn—"

"WHAT!" shouted Ron, whirling around and glaring at Harry accusingly. A short girl with brown hair was standing behind him, looking smug. "YOU DID WHAT WITH MY SISTER!"

"Ronald, don't be such a prat, of course he di—RON!"

Ron was hurling toward Harry. Harry pulled out his wand at the same time Hermione and Luna and Hannah Abbot did. They all yelled a different spell, which had interesting affects.

Harry wasn't surprised to see Ron lifted into the air, because he had thought levicorpus! when he saw Ron come toward him. Hermione went for the traditional Impedimenta, which kept him still despite the fact that he was hanging upside down, and Hannah Abbot went for some charm that wrapped ropes around his still arms and legs. Luna wasn't trying to stop Ron; she just wanted to summon a chair.

"RON," shouted Hermione angrily. "How many times a day do I have to stop you from killing someone!"

Ron didn't move. He couldn't.

Hermione took her spell away and Harry let Ron fall to the floor, suddenly uncaring. Hermione untied the ropes on his legs and lead him out of the room by his bound arms while they shouted at each other.

Harry rolled his eyes and was glad to see both of them go. Hermione wasn't quite as crazy, but she'd still only end up kissing Ron in the common room.

Luna and Harry sat down and ate with the Gryffindors. The brown-haired girl who'd been spreading the rumors about him was nowhere to be seen.

About thirty minutes later, Ginny stormed into the Great Hall.

"Harry," she snapped. "I need to speak with you."

Harry got up from the table reluctantly and followed her outside.

"HOW COULD YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" she screamed at him.

"I didn't say anything! This girl was—"

"I have enough going on without you spreading rumors about me and making Ron more angry—"

"Are you crazy? Do you think I want Ron to be mad at me all the time!"

She shoved him and he fell, caught off-guard. Ginny stomped off.

Harry got to his feet and brushed himself off. He was muttering to himself when he heard footsteps. He turned and jumped. It was Cho Chang.

She walked straight toward him and shoved him with all her might. He fell again.

"Whore!" she screamed, and walked into the building.