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It was September 6th. Four days until the wedding. It was going to be a double wedding. Seamus was Harry's best man, and Dean was Ron's best man. Luna was Ginny's bridesmaid, and Lavender was Hermione's bridesmaid. Charlie's daughter, Ginger, was the flower girl. Bill's son, Trey, was the ring bearer. Everyone was getting ready for the big day.

But on this particular morning, Ginny felt very sick. She put her hand over her mouth and dashed to the loo. Harry awoke to the sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom. He got up and went to see whom it was. It was Ginny.

"Gin? Baby, you okay?"

"No," she whispered. "I'm sick."

"Aw, baby, it's okay. You'll be better before the wedding. I know it. Come on, let's go back to sleep."

The next couple days, the same thing happened, always in the morning. The day before the wedding, Ginny finally got the courage to go to Diagon Alley and get a pregnancy test. When she got home, she found Hermione and Ron snogging in the kitchen. She didn't realize that Harry was right behind her.

"You think we should give them a hint?" he whispered. Ginny giggled and nodded.

Ginny quietly crept around to Hermione's ear.

"Uh, you might wanna stop and help me."

Hermione and Ron both jumped and looked around wildly.

"What the bloody hell was that!" Ron yelled.

"A surprise. Next time, get a room," Ginny replied smugly.

"Okay, what do you want me to help you with?" Hermione asked.
Ginny showed her the box containing the pregnancy test, and Hermione
let out a soft "Oh."

"Come on," Ginny said.

In the bathroom, Hermione told her how to use the test.

"Okay, so I just pee on this stick thingy, wait twenty minutes, and
if it's pink, I'm pregnant?" Ginny asked. Hermione nodded. "Okay,
then. Out."

Hermione let Ginny use the bathroom in peace. Then they went to
Ginny's room to talk about girl stuff.

"Okay, so, about how long would you like to wait after marriage
until kids, Herm?" Ginny asked.

"Um, well, at least 6 months."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I want kids after at least 3 months."

Just then, the timer they had set for the test went off.

"HARRY!" Ginny yelled.

"WHAT!" Harry yelled back.

"GET UP HERE!" Ginny bellowed.

"OKAY! GOD!" Harry knew to not mess with women. He ran up the stairs. "All right, what d'you want? I was in the middle of playing Exploding Snap with Bill."

"Okay, you see that little stick on the counter of the bathroom? (Harry nodded.) Well, I need you to tell me what color the tip is," said Ginny. Harry sighed and went into the bathroom.

"It's pink."

"HOLY SHIT!" shrieked Ginny. "Pardon my French, but did you say it was PINK!"

"Yeah, it's pink. Why?"

"B-b-because th-that m-m-means I-I-I'm p-p-p-p-p-pregnant." After saying that, Ginny fainted.

AN: Okay, I think this is the longest chapter yet! DON'T KILL ME! (LOL)

Any ideas on what she should have? Tell me in a review the number and sex(es).You can't go above 4, and no 'all boys' or 'all girls'!

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JN (Jackie's Note): All right, people, you heard the author. Get those reviews in! Personally, I'm hoping for the normal (if rather cliqued) two boys and two girls… That and maybe some unique, but not overly unique (aka, Mary Sue, plain stupid) names...because every time Hannah asks me, I think up really lame ones. I'm just the lowly Beta, not the imaginative author.
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