Normal
I couldn't wait to tell Ginny. It was nearing Christmas and we had a Hogsmede trip on Saturday night.
We were just walking around, shopping, arms full of bags. Everything looked magical dressed up for Christmas. Snow was lightly falling.
Ginny was starting to show, just a small bit, it was now month four. She was due at the end of May.
""Blaise's parents moved to France.""
""You still have to tell them.""
""I know. I just cant figure out what to say that makes any sense.""
""Which makes sense, given that none of what's happened makes any sense.""
Ginny laughed. We passes a sweet shop. She put a hand on her small bump.
""It's weird, because if you were the one pregnant, I'd be begging you to put it up for adoption.""
""You can still put the baby up for adoption.""
She shook her head.
""I know all the arguments. I know what I'm giving up. And I know nothing is going to be normal for me anymore. But what's normal anyway? Growing up with my family sure wasn't. Losing Blaise wasn't.""
""Hey, I thought my family was as normal as they get, and look at us: maybe being abnormal is what's normal.""
""It's like you and Draco.""
I looked at her questioningly.
""It doesn't make sense, you falling in love with a guy like him.""
""I'm not "in love" with him, I like kissing him."
She looked at me skeptically.
""Really, we're just friends.""
She raised an eyebrow, ""With benefits?""
I laughed and pushed her jokingly.
""And Draco's more like me than you'd think--if he heard the word "love" like that he'd run so fast in the opposite direction we'd feel a wind shear.""
""I can see the signs, Hermione."