Thank you all for the reviews! I swear, I thought I'd get flamed! (not that I want to! ;) I want to at least get twelve reviews in all before I set up the next chappy (No, not the rabbit)(And if I get twenty, I might put up an especially juicy and interesting chapter) I really love your reviews, and I thrive off of them.

Any who, without further ado, here is chapter three of 'That Damned War'. Enjoy!

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Chapter Three

Upset Stomach

(5 hours ago)

"Ginny?"Hermione quietly knocked on Ginny's private dorm-room door, given to her by Harry.

"Gin, it's me. Open up."

The door swung open to reveal a weeping Ginny Weasley, her flaming hair whipped across her dark plum bedspread and her gasping sobs were heard even through the thick comforter and over-fluffed pillow.

"Ginny…are you alright?" Hermione asked tenderly. Ginny sent a watery glare at Hermione, her face pink and swollen.

"No." She blubbered, her sinuses congested. "Harry's gone. Probably dead for all I helluva lotta know!" She stuffed the pillow into her face and screamed abruptly. Hermione plugged her ears and ducked, for she knew Ginny's screaming would usually end with whatever she could find being thrown across the room; a large crashing shatter of glass was heard and Hermione popped her head up. It was only a lamp.

"Reparo." Hermione whispered, and the glass flew back up onto the nightstand to its original design.

"Ginny, I know that Harry is important to you, even more important to you than to the rest of us because you love him. But, that doesn't mean you have to get all crazy."

Ginny winced at Hermione's loud talking. "Quiet down, would ya?" She grumbled, holding her flat stomach.

"Ginny…what's with your stomach?"

"Just leave me alone, 'Mione. I'm completely fine. I'm just upset, and it's hurting my stomach, that's all."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, not at all convinced, but decided to drop it. "Alright, I'll be in the Heads' dorm if you need another target. On second thought, get your brother to do that." She and Ginny shared a laugh and Hermione exited the room.

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Ginny smiled and closed the door behind Hermione.

Oh hell, what am I going to tell them?

She sat back down on the bedspread, tapping her stomach with her wand. Her abdomen immediately grew in size.

Yes. Sixteen year old Ginerva was five months pregnant. She rubbed her belly and sighed, feeling the baby kick lightly near her belly button at her anguish.

"Gin? Can I come in?"

Ginny quickly smiled at the voice. Opening the door, the boy hugged her and rubbed her stomach. He lifted her shirt and blew a raspberry on her stomach.

Ginny laughed.

"Blaise!"

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Ginny later on went to the Heads' dorm. According to Blaise's fabulous advice, he should tell her best friend that she was pregnant, because if she didn't tell her soon, she'd betray Hermione's trust.

"Hermione?" Ginny yelled through the portrait door.

"Oh. Miss Granger is probably upstairs, Miss Weasley. I'll fetch 'er though." The portrait of a blonde little Olden English girl with an umbrella in the city smiled and walked out of her portrait.

The portrait door swung open to reveal a zoning Hermione in a cushiony armchair.

"Hermione…" Ginny began. Hermione stood up, shocked at her stomach's size.

"Ginny!"

"Hermione…I'm pregnant…" Ginny whispered, feeling suddenly dizzy and shaky on her thin legs.

"What?" Hermione asked, running over to hold up her friend.

Ginny lifted her left hand, which clutched the letter from Flitwick about Harry's capture.

"Hermione, I'm carrying his child."

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Bet you didn't expect to see the Slytherin Sex God's best friend there did you? And what's going to happen to Ginny after that sudden dizzy spell? And what about her baby? Do you think something's going on between Gin and Blaise?

I might have a clue what's going to happen. But maybe you should tell me what you want as well. I mean, the reader's always right.

I have a new game. I want everyone to guess the bits of dialect I put in. If you guess it right, I shout out at you a lovely congrats. If I like what you wrote, even if it's not right but is REALLY delicious, then I'll put it in the story!

Here's another delectable little tidbit. Have fun figuring this out.

Congratulations SexyGreenEyes for figuring out "Hermione, I'm carrying his child." was Ginerva Weasley!!!

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Enjoy this!

-"Come near him again and I'll blow your head off." "Like to see you try, slut."

-"Oh, hell's bells, Hermione, just admit it! We're in love!"

- "Ron, I can't do that! I'm engaged."

- "Holy…Malfoy has one big rock!"

-"Not only for Harry…but for the rest of the world, this child will be birthed by true love…"

-"Mister Malfoy! Control yourself!"

-"Sorry, professor. But my condition is getting worse…"

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