Author's Note: It may take me a while to get chapters up in the next few days. I'm working every night this weekend, every day next week, and making up for some serious lost sleep where I can. I'm writing what I can, when I can, but it might take a little while. Please be understanding, and the beginning of August, I will probably be able to update more frequently. Also, this story has a classic, overused plot theme, but I'm going to try my best to make it original.
Chapter 2: Brotherly Love
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When Harry woke up the next morning, the dorm was empty. Glancing at the clock next to his bed he realized that it was only seven o'clock. He dressed slowly, and headed down to the common room. The next thing he knew he was on the floor in the common room and his whole body ached.
"RONALD!" Ginny cried.
Harry rolled over to his back, trying to take in the scene around him. Ron was standing over him, breathing hard, and holding his wand. A few feet away, a shocked looking Hermione was holding back Ginny, who seemed infuriated. There didn't appear to be anyone else in the common room, but with Ron in this state, Harry couldn't say he blamed him.
"You fucked my sister," said Ron, obviously trying to restrain himself.
"Wha-- how did you find out about that?" Harry looked over at the girls.
Hermione blushed, dropped Ginny's arms, and looked at the floor. "We were talking on the stairs last night, and Lavender overheard us. She swore she wouldn't tell anyone, but you know how she is. She told Dean, who told Seamus, who told Neville, who accidentally let it slip to Ron."
While Hermione was explaining the spread of news, Ginny, who had been freed, went over to where Ron was standing and began beating him in the arm with the book she was holding. "You. Stupid. Prat. It. Wasn't. Harry's. Fault." As soon as Hermione, blushing even harder, realized what was happening she ran over and grabbed Ginny by the elbows again.
"It wasn't?" said both boys in unison. Ron gave Harry a very warning look.
"No. It wasn't. We went for a walk, and it just... happened," Ginny said with a smile. Ron looked disgusted, and Hermione's face was beginning to turn a deep shade of maroon.
Ginny glared at Ron, who gave her a defiant look, then said through gritted teeth, "Well, I suppose, it's better you than someone else. Just be nice to her." He hesitantly held out a hand, which Harry cautiously took, and then smiled.
"Thanks, mate."
"Well, just because I'm not cursing you every five seconds, doesn't mean I'm happy about it." Ron's serious face broke into a tiny smile.
Hermione let Ginny go, scoffed and headed out of the common room, muttering something that sounded vaguely like "boys". Ginny just stood there half glaring, half smiling, at the two of them. Ron gave Ginny a look that seemed to say, 'that book really hurt, you know,' and then left as well.
Harry looked at Ginny and said, "He's just looking out for you, you know."
"Yeah, well, he ought to know by now that I can take care of myself," Ginny said, still sounding a little annoyed.
Harry shrugged. "It's a brother thing I guess."
A few weeks passed, and all seemed as it should be. Classes, were classes; hard work, and usually boring. Harry and Ginny were falling more and more in love, and seemed to be rubbing off on Ron and Hermione. They could bearly be in the same room with each other; every time they looked at each other, they blushed bright red, and began to stumble over whatever they were trying to say. Harry and Ginny found it enormously funny. Ron and Hermione did not.
"I don't see what's so funny," Hermione said, after recovering from her latest bought of the stutters.
" Oh really? Ron's looking at you," Ginny said trying to stifle a giggle.
Hermione's head whipped around. She blushed severely, and said "I--I--I think-- oh never mind."
"Hermione, why don't you just tell him you like him?" Harry said, also trying not to laugh.
"Oh Harry, don't be silly, I couldn't possibly do that." Hermione sniffed loudly, and then went up to her dorm.
The next morning, Ginny sat up with a start. She had realized that not only was she supposed to have her period, but it was due to have started three days ago. Nothing good could come from this. She stood and dressed as quickly, running down the staircase until she got to the sixth year dorm. She burst through the door, ignoring the questioning looks she was getting from Lavender and Parvati. She ripped open the hangings on Hermione's bed, and sat down, closing the hangings again behind her. Hermione sat up, looking at her through sleep filled eyes. Seeing the look of, if Hermione didn't know better she'd say terror, on her friend's face, she began to wake up a little more.
"What's the matter?" she asked rubbing her eyes.
Ginny leaned forward, so as not to be overheard by anyone other than Hermione, and said as quietly as possible, "I think I might be pregnant."
Hermione almost choked on the yawn she was trying to stifle. "WHAT?" she said, more loudly than she had meant to. Ginny quickly shushed her, and she said in the same tone Ginny had, "what?"
"I might be pregnant. I was supposed to get my period three days ago. Hasn't exactly happened yet."
Hermione tried to, very quickly, rationalize it. "Well, maybe it skipped this month. That happens every so often, you know."
Ginny shook her head. "It's never happened to me before, why would it start now?"
"I think, you'll have to go to Madam Pomfry about this one,"Hermione said. It was the only other option.
"I'm scared, Hermione." Ginny certainly looked scared. More scared than Hermione had ever seen her, that was for sure. Hermione reached out and squeezed Ginny's hand.
"I'll go with you, okay." Hermione tried to give Ginny a reassuring smile, but she wasn't sure it had worked all that well. She was scared too.
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I know it's short. I apologize. But didn't want to give too much away in this chapter. I'll get the next one up as soon as possible, but as I said above, I'm really busy right now. Also, bare with the plot, it'll get better. I promise
