Ginny woke up to the bright sunlight, her fiery red hair awakening with it. When she opened her eyes, a bright face over hers, startled her.
"Christ Ron!" she exclaimed putting a hand to her heart.
"Ready to talk?" he asked. She shook her head and went to the bathroom. Ron followed.
She started to brush her teeth while Ron rocked back and forth on his heels. He looked embarrassed.
"Look, Gin, do you just not trust me? Because I won't tell anyone, swear." He came closer and placed a hand on her shoulder. Ginny realized how easy it would be to tell him. How good it would feel. She shook it away and pushed his hand away.
"I trust you." She said. "But, this is my business. You'll know yourself soon enough."
Months passed like crazy at the Weasly house. But Ron wasn't any less persistent. Even though, technically, it was summer, her mum made her start her 'classes' early. Though she tried, she just couldn't focus her attention on anything. It was made even more difficult the day Harry came to visit.
"Hello Ginny." He said and gave her a hug.
When he pulled back she saw his eyes were filled with tears.
"I missed you." He whispered. "And I promise that as soon as Voldemort is gone, you and I can be together."
This made Ginny feel so guilty. It had already been almost three months and she had started to swell. She had switched to wearing stretchy clothes that hid it very well, and wore her robes to conceal it more. Her family just thought she miss Hogwarts. But it was time; the atmosphere was warm at dinner. It beckoned as if to say, tell all Ginny. Tell all.
And so she did. She told the whole damn story from front to back. How she hadn't wanted things this way, but it was. She hadn't cried. How could she? There was nothing to do about it. When she finished, she looked around the table. Faces looked at her as though through a dirty window. Squinting to see if everything was really as she said. Ron's mouth was wide open. Her mum and dad showed no expression at all. And Ginny didn't even want to look at Harry's face. Because it would show how she felt inside, and that was worse than she could ever hope to see.
"Well. This is…shocking." Her mum said. "But we will support you, Ginerva. You must know that." Her dad nodded in agreement.
"We will always love you." He added.
Ron stood up.
"You little slut!" he shouted.
"Ronald Weasly!" Mrs. Weasly stood up as well.
"Well it's true!" he protested. "You're all thinking it! I mean how- shit Ginny! What were you bloody thinking? This is Malfoy we're talking about! The one who ruined our school! How could you EVER think it was ok to-to-have SEX with him?"
"That's enough!" Mr. Weasly was up now. Ginny felt extremely small. Ron's words had felt like he's slapped her. That wasn't half as bad as Harry's though. He looked as though Malfoy himself had punched him in the stomach repeatedly.
"Harry?" she whispered. Harry stood up and walked up to the attic. And that had hurt more than anything that night.