Author's Note: Don't underestimate me quite yet. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. Just follow my lead. Also, keep in mind that I'm not exactly following Rowling's plot, so Dumbledore doesn't die in this story. Other things from her plot follow through, but you'll see. And there's a tiny Hawthorne Heights reference in there for the observant. I'm very proud of anyone who picks up on it.
Chapter 3: Pregnant
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"I'm sorry, my dear. You are pregnant. Fortunately, you should be on holiday before you start to show."
Ginny's face fell. She really was pregnant. This wasn't a fluke, or something small she was getting way to worried about. "Thank you, Madam Pomfry."
"Oh wait, before you go, take this. It should counteract a lot of symptoms for the time being. At the very least, you won't feel the need to throw up in the middle of class." Madam Pomfry gave her a small bottle and a sad smile, and Ginny left with Hermione in tow.
As soon as the were outside the hospital wing, Ginny started to cry. This scared Hermione, but she still tried to comfort her red-headed friend. "Oh Hermione, what am I going to do? I can't tell Harry. He'll go all noble, and I don't want him to screw up his whole life, just for me. And if Ron finds out... I don't even know how he'll react. He might toss a nutty, or he might never speak to me again. And I know my mum'll kill me." And then she started to cry so hard she couldn't get real words out. Hermione just hugged her tighter, occasionally whispering comforting things in her ear.
"It'll be alright, Gin. It'll all work out. I'm not worried. I'll stick by you no matter what. And I'll make sure Ron doesn't over react."
Ginny calmed down a little at this. She wiped her face and sniffed a few times. "You promise?" she asked, giving the older girl a weak smile.
"I promise."
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"You're WHAT!" Several heads in the common room whipped around to see the source of the disturbance.
"Ron, quiet down." Ginny said through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "You're what?"
"Pregnant." A single tear rolled down Ginny's cheek. Ron actually laughed a little. "What could you possibly be finding funny about this, you stupid git."
"Mum's going to kill you," Ron said laughing a little louder.
"That's the least of my worries right now," Ginny said, giving her brother a very hard look.
Ron gave a nervous cough. "Er, right. So it's Harry's then." Ron seemed extremely uncomfortable. Ginny nodded slightly. "You've got to tell him, Gin," Ron said quietly, looking at the floor.
"I know. It's just... hard." A few more tears escaped her eyes. And then she felt a hand on her face, wiping gently at the tears there. She looked up and saw her brother giving her a reassuring smile. It was his hand. This was the kindest, most brotherly thing, he had done for her in a very long time. She couldn't help but smile at him.
"It'll be alright. I promise." And then Ron got up and walked across the room to have a loud, obnoxious conversation with someone Ginny knew vaguely to be a seventh year.
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Two months passed, the school year began to come to a close, and Ginny still hadn't told Harry. She was also beginning to find it more and more difficult to hide it. On the last day before they were sent home for the summer, Ginny and Harry were walking together on the school grounds. When they got to the spot where they had had sex those months before, Ginny stopped suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked.
"I have something I have to tell you." Ginny looked uneasily at him.
"Oh. I have something to tell you too." He shifted his weight between his feet, and ran his hand through his hair.
"Oh, er, well, you go first then," said Ginny, wondering what he could have to say.
"You know that I love you, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, er, I-- I can't do this anymore, Ginny. I love you too much. I'm the number one enemy in Voldemort's eyes. And I know that he'll do whatever it takes to get to me. I can't put you in that kind of danger. If anything happened to you because of me, I'd never forgive myself."
"Oh." Ginny was crushed. She couldn't tell him now. "Okay. I understand."
She started to walk away, back up to the castle. She heard Harry saying things to her. "I love you," was all she heard.
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Okay, so I put this chapter together faster than I thought I would, but that's because the sleeping thing isn't working that well. It's three o'clock in the morning, and while I'm doing this, I'm trying to learn stuff for work Monday. Anyway, let me know what you think. Comments, and constructive criticism appreciated. Flames are not, unless you being marshmallows.
