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"Yeah, well, it turns out that the Dark Lord is pretty mad," said Dean. "I'm not sure anyone knows how," he said, frowning discouragingly. "But...well...you know...the Death Eaters have ways, apparently."

"Hmm," said Harry. "But I thought...I mean, isn't that what...?"

"WHAT WE FREAKING DID?" Ginny pondered angrily.

"Well, it is the Dark Lord," said Dean. "You can't just wave a wand and get rid of him."

"Yeah," said Hermione. "It's kind of like Dumbledore said, isn't it? As long as there are people still living loyal to him, he will never truly be gone."

"That's a happy thought," said Harry. The teenagers were sitting inside the Three Broomsticks, enjoying some rest and relaxation. Hermione was very close to her due date, and would be leaving in a couple of days for St. Mungos.

"Well, that's exasperating," said Hermione.

Harry glared at her.

"Well...maybe exasperating isn't the right word..."

"Think so?" asked Harry.

"Can the both of you shut up," said Ginny, nearly growling at them. "I feel nauseous. My stomach hurts like the devil..."

"YOUR stomach hurts," said Hermione. "YOUR stomach. My stomach is the one with the BABY in it..."

"YES WELL MY STOMACH WAS THE ONE WITH THE FETUS OF VOLDEMORT IN IT, SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST BUGGER OFF..."

"WELL I'M THE ONE WITH WEASLEY SPAWN IN..."

"Hey," said Ron, growing red in the face. He had tried, for the most part, to stay out of fights with Hermione for the last few days of her pregnancy, but it was a little much for him.

"Hey, girls, neither of you is better than the other..."

"I'VE BEEN POSSESSED BY TOM RIDDLE TOO..."

"I FOUGHT...WELL, I'VE BEEN..."

"My parents were killed by Voldemort," said Harry, trying to get them to shut up.

"I'm poor," said Ron.

"We're both poor, idiot," said Ginny.

Seamus, Dean, Lavender, Parvati, Luna, Fred, and George were all sitting across from them, shooting the two girls scared looks.

"I'm sick of fighting about this," she said. "I'm pregnant and alone and I DON'T CARE."

"Hermione, you're not alone," said Ron, looking angry.

"SHUT UP, RON," she said, looking close to tears.

Ron rolled his eyes, but he did it so she couldn't see.

"Just wait Harry," Ron whispered to him. "After she has this baby she'll be back to her moderately angry self."

"Fun," said Harry.

Harry, Seamus, Ron and Dean all smuggled some firewhiskey to enjoy tonight, since it was their last day at Hogwarts for the year.

"Somebody please explain to me exactly what a 'whorecrux' is," said Parvati, frowning.

"I think," said Harry, "but I'm not sure, that it's a carrier of the Dark Lord."

Ginny slapped him.

"WELL I DIDN'T SAY YOU WERE A WHORECRUX ON PURPOSE," Harry argued.

"Besides...if Voldemort had succeeded in you, he would be a lot more stronger then he'd ever be in Alex or Rebekah."

"Why's that?" asked Dean.

Ginny hugged him.

"Well," said Harry. "They're in his service. And besides, Ginny and I are much better together than we are apart."

"That's true," said Ginny. "We do make one attractive couple."

She smiled evilly at Romilda Vane, who was walking passed them at that very moment...frowning, as she always did, at Ginny and Harry together.

"Yeah, well, there's no way you're better looking than me and Ron," said Hermione. "I mean...I may be pregnant, but we're still on fire."

"Sure you are," said Seamus, with his own arm around Lavender.

"Well," said Harry, as they walked back to Hogwarts. "That was sufficiently awkward. I'm going to go shag your sister now, Ron."

Ron narrowed his eyes.

"Asshole."

"You're just upset because Hermione is too pregnant for that sort of thing," Ginny said.

"So what if she is?" Ron said.

"I won't be for long," she said. "But now that I'm THIS far along..."

"There is NO WAY we're stopping," said Ron. "NO. WAY."

"Ugh, well," she said, but she didn't look entirely displeased.

When they reached the castle, Hermione, Lavender, Ginny, Parvati, and Draco all went into the girl's dormitory to finish packing and talk.

"We don't," Hermione had said, "expect to stay up late, so don't get your hopes up."

The boys acted disappointed, but this is what they had been hoping for.

"Next year," said Dean, holding up his bottle of Firewhiskey, "we are seventh years."

They all cheered at this, and took another drink of the alcohol that burned their throats.

"Think about how much we've all changed," said Seamus, sitting up. "I mean...at the beginning of the year, Dean was dating Ginny..."

"That was a disaster," he said nervously, not looking at Ron.

"And nobody knew Ron was dating Hermione..."

"I don't think there was too much actual 'dating' involved," said Harry.

"Yeah, well," said Ron. "If you think about it, we really didn't have to date, because we've been friends nearly forever. I didn't know she was so sexually frustrated."

"Only with you," said Harry. "I saw her kiss Krum once. She looked like she was in pain."

"Good," said Ron, leaning back in his chair in a very smug, self-satisfied way. "I always knew she wanted me."

Harry, Dean and Seamus all choked back laughter.

"Yeah right," said Seamus. "We could ALL tell you wanted her, and that she wanted you back..."

"We heard how much you wanted her, actually, several times."

Ron turned red.

"You liars," he said.

"You can't control what you say in your sleep, Ron," said Harry. "Or what you...do."

They laughed.

"Ooh," Dean mimicked. "Ooh, Hermione. YES! YES! MORE! YES!"

Ron threw a pillow at him. Dean threw it back...it missed, and hit Seamus. Seamus threw it back at Dean...Dean tried to hit Ron again, it worked.

"Guys," said Harry. They all threw pillows at him.

Soon, it was all out pillow fight war.

"Son of a b..." said Harry, as Dean attacked him with a pillow. Ron was hitting Seamus, who was trying to scramble out of the way. Quite suddenly:

"Ahem."

In the downfall of pillow-stuffing and high spirits, they saw Hermione standing in the doorway wearing a bathrobe and a frown.

"You guys are very gay."

"Thanks, Hermione," said Ron, looking embarrassed.

"We were just talking about how Ron had dirty dreams about you, Hermione," said Seamus.

Hermione cracked a smile.

"Did he? Well, he wasn't the only one dreaming."

The boys all looked scandalized. Ron looked smug, again.

"Harry, I just thought I should prepare you..."

"HARRY!"

Whoever had called his name...Ginny, it sounded like...was screaming his name. She did not sound happy.

"HARRY, WHEN I FIND YOU...!"

"Well, you see, Harry, Ginny's a little mad."

"A little?" Harry asked. "What about?"

"DAMMIT, HARRY!" Ginny screamed, suddenly appearing. She looked livid. "DAMMIT!"

Harry sat down in his chair as she came towards him, a crazy look flashing in her eyes.

"I FINALLY GET RID OF IT AND NOW YOU DO THIS TO ME!"

She held up something. It looked remarkably like...

"Uh oh," said Harry.

Ron snatched it out of her hand.

"What's this?" he asked, staring at it.

"Ron," said Hermione, pulling him away, snatching it out of his hand, and tossing it back to Ginny. "Don't."

"It's a PREGNANCY TEST!" Ginny bellowed. "A PREGNANCY TEST! And GUESS WHAT IT SAYS?"

Ron's expression was blank.

"Harry," he said. Harry could see the edges of his ears getting red, as they always did when he was embarrassed or angry.

"Ron...Ginny, please," Harry tried. "I mean, it wasn't even my fault! You were the one..."

"DON'T BLAME THIS ON ME!"

"Well, it's just that you wanted to..."

"Where's my wand?" Ron asked, looking around the room.

Harry ran for it.

"Ron, don't be silly," Hermione said.

"Hermione...!"

"NO," she said. "Let's go somewhere and talk."

"I don't want to talk, Hermione, I just want to kill him..."

Harry walked out to the courtyard and sat, trying to collect his thoughts. Ginny...and him...but they had been so careful. And he knew that she was bound to be upset, but why was she so incredibly upset?

"Harry?"

It was Luna, behind him, looking dazed as usual.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Sitting," he said.

"Oh," she said, sitting next to him on the bench. "I was just taking a walk."

"Oh," he said.

There was an awkward silence.

"Harry," said Luna. "Well, there's something I think you should know. Severus would think it's unwise, but...well, I was asking for a sign, and here you are, and..."

She trailed off.

"Harry?" she asked, looking desperate.

"Yes?"

"I'm pregnant."

Harry stared at her, looking for some sign of a joke in her eyes. But she was close to tears, waiting for his response.

"Luna?"

"Yes?"

"Remember how...a long time ago, I mean...you asked me to call you mommy?"

"No," she said. "I said I'm your new mommy. There's a difference."

"Well," said Harry. "You're also going to be a grandmother."

She stared at him. Confused.

"What?" Her tone was awful flat.

"Well," said Harry. "Ginny...she's...well, you know. And...I'm the father."

She was still staring at him, confused.

"Go to your room."

Harry nearly swallowed his tongue.

"What?"

"I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM."

"But...but Ron's trying to kill me..."

"YOU BETTER HOPE IT'S RON, BECAUSE WHEN YOUR FATHER HEARS ABOUT THIS..."

"Luna," said Harry. "Not so loud!"

"I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!" she screeched.

"Fine," Harry said. "Gawd."

Harry walked back towards Gryffindor tower, feeling depressed. Now even Snape knew about him and Ginny...

Which is why Harry was surprised and relieved to find Ginny sitting outside of the tower, looking unhappy and guilty, sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees. The fat lady was saying something sympathetic, but Ginny did not appear to be cheered.

"Oh," said Harry, a little uneasy.

Ginny looked up.

"Harry," she said. Her eyes were very red.

Harry walked across the room and sat down next to her, unsure of what she would do but not really caring.

"I'm sorry, Harry," she said once he was seated. "I didn't...I mean, I didn't mean what I said before about...our...situation. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Ginny," he said.

"But the way I yelled at you, in front of everyone. Like I thought it was going to be like it was, with...Voldemort. Like it wasn't completely different..."

"It's ok," he said, staring at her. "I understand."

She put her head on his shoulder, still feeling depressed.

"Harry..."

The door opened.

"Oh," said Ron, sticking his head out. "Harry, er...well..."

He sounded upset.

"Well, I think you'd better...well, I think we need to go to St. Mungos now."

Harry and Ginny stared.

"What?" they said in unison.

"Well, Hermione and me were...well, you know, like we always do, and Hermione

suddenly...AND I THINK IT'S TIME TO GO NOW."

"Ron, Ginny," said Harry. "I know this isn't the best time, but...Luna's pregnant too."

"Are you serious?" Ginny said.

"No," said Harry, pointing at himself. "HARRY. I'm HARRY."

"No, not SIRIUS BLACK, I meant are you serious. Serious? You know? Serious?"

"Yeah?" asked a strangely familiar male voice.

TO BE CONTINUED...