AN: ok before you read this, i'd just like to point out that i've been a bit of a cow and yea, ok so u'r not going to find out much about Ginny in this chap, but i PROMISE you will find out aboutthe possible pregnancyin the next chapter and there will DEFINATLEY be some more HarryGinny there too, coz we all love that dont we? So please, feel free to scream at me, i deserve it. hehe

Neither Ginny nor Harry spoke as Fitzgerald's words rang around the room. Awkwardly clearing his throat, Fitzgerald said, "Well – er – I'll leave you two alone. You'll be transferred to a different ward now you're no longer in critical condition, Miss Weasley. However, it's best if you don't leave yet; we still have a few tests to do." He looked uncomfortably from one to the other, got up and left the room with an embarrassed nod to them both.

After a few moments of silence where Ginny picked at a hangnail and Harry chewed his tongue, Harry finally spoke. "We really messed up there didn't we?"

Letting out a nervous laugh, Ginny nodded her head. "Wonder what Mum'll say…"

"I'm more worried about your dad!" Harry said, standing and walking over to the window.

"Are you angry?" Ginny asked quietly, twisting her hands together in her lap and not daring to look at him. Suddenly two fingers were under her chin, lifting her head up. Harry's face was inches away from her own and he was smiling at her.

"Are you angry at me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. She shook her head. "Then why would I be angry at you?"

Letting the hot tears trickle out of her eyes and down her cheeks, Ginny buried her face into Harry's warm shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, whispering softly into her ear.

"Gin, believe it or not, I'm actually happy," Harry said, stroking her hair. She pulled away slightly and looked up at him, a peculiar, questioning look on her face. "It could have been something so much worse," he said simply.

"Guess I'm keeping with the family tradition anyway. Mum had Bill when she was only 18." She wiped the tears off her face and chuckled. "They weren't even married yet."

Just then the door burst open and the entire Weasley family, plus Hermione, came striding in, carrying presents and balloons. Quickly letting go of Ginny, Harry stood up, running a hand through his hair. He'd noticed Mr and Mrs Weasley's eyes flick between the two of them, and unlike Mrs Weasley who beamed and clapped her hands together, Mr Weasley frowned and chewed the side of his mouth.

"We just met that Healer, and he said you were being moved out of this ward," Charlie said, handing Ginny a brightly wrapped present and kissing her cheek in greeting.

"Although if you ask me, a ruptured blood vessel in your lung sounds pretty critical," Bill said, one arm draped around Fleur's shoulders.

"So he told you about that," Ginny said. "He didn't – erm – mention anything else did he?"

"Nope," Mrs Weasley said, bustling over and unnecessarily fluffing Ginny's pillows. "But he did say he'd be running a few more tests."

As the noise level in the room increased by about 10 decibels, Harry leaned in close to Ginny and whispered, "I'll be back in a sec, ok?" She nodded and smiled up at him. Looking around the room, Harry headed towards the door, grabbing Hermione's arm as he went and pulling the girl out with him.

"What happened?" he asked her. Hermione glared up at him through red-rimmed eyes then let out a sob. Stumbling backwards a few paces, Harry caught her as she collapsed into his arms and patted her bushy head awkwardly. "Come on Hermione, what did he do?" Harry asked softly.

"He g-got really, r-really angry!" she wailed into his chest.

"Where is he?"

Hermione shrugged and pulled away from him slightly. "I don't understand." Leading her over to an uncomfortable plastic chair, Harry sat her down and kneeled by her.

"Well you're not staying in America forever are you? I mean, you're going to come back. I don't understand what the problem is," Harry said, patting her arm sympathetically.

Hermione stopped sobbing and wiped her streaming eyes. "I told him I thought we should…take a break for awhile."

Harry rocked back on his heels, and watched his friend with a shrewd expression. "Wait let me get this straight: you don't want to be with him so you broke it off. Why are you crying?" When she didn't answer he laughed quietly and shook his head. "I don't understand girls."

Hermione scooted over so Harry could sit by her and they both sighed in unison.

"So, you want to hear something to put your problem in perspective?" Harry asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She nodded. "Ginny might be pregnant."

Hermione drew away and gaped at him, her eyebrows almost disappearing above her bushy hairline. "Are you serious?" Harry nodded. "By who?" Harry gave her a filthy look and shoved her off the chair.

"By you?"

"Who bloody else?" Harry asked standing and running a hand through his untidy hair.

"My goodness," Hermione scolded, picking herself up in a dignified manner and sitting back down on the chair. "You've been back together for…what, two days? Ron and I have been together for almost a year, and we haven't even slept together yet."

"That would fall under the category of 'too much information', Hermione," Harry said dryly, slouching against the wall. Then, as curiosity got the better of him, he asked, "Seriously, you two haven't slept together?"

"Not yet. I mean we've done stuff. Quite a lot of stuff, I mean," she giggled, "there was this one time when he –"

"Hermione!" Harry broke in, cutting her off. "Too much information!"

"Right, sorry," she said blushing. "Back to the point. So what are you two going to do?"

Harry shrugged and gazed at the stark white wall. What if she was pregnant? Then she wouldn't be able to go back to Hogwarts. Harry knew Ginny too well and there was no way she'd leave the baby for her parents too look after. She was too independent, too headstrong. No, she'd do it all herself if she had to.

But she won't, Harry thought. She'll have me. I'll always be there. And for the first time, Harry started to think about the future. The death of Voldemort didn't mark the end of Harry's life after all. He had a future, people to care for. Ginny would be there, he was sure of that. Perhaps children, maybe two. He'd quite like two, or even three. And a steady job, something he enjoyed doing. Not Minister for Magic, that wasn't his dream job, that wasn't what he wanted to do.

A door swung open, interrupting Harry's daydream and the Weasley clan strode out, talking and laughing jovially.

"We're off to the tearoom," Mrs Weasley announced. "Fleur's getting a bit peckish and we could all do with some sugar."

"We'll be up in a minute, Molly," Hermione said. After they were out of hearing distance, Hermione shot Harry a meaningful look and got up. "Go talk to her, Harry."

Please please review, it makes me feel wanted. oh and also, 50 housepoints to whoever spots the slight inconsistency between chapters 5 and 7.anyway, next chap will be up soon i promise.xxx