Sorry for the delay in this chapter. I kind of forgot about this for a while because I was swept up in another rather long fic I was reading. Anyway the usual disclaimers. I don't own anything, Jo is a genius.

Chapter Five

Ginny sighed and looked in the mirror, "I'm only 14 weeks pregnant and I feel like a fat cow!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Ginny you are the normal size for this stage in your pregnancy, you're glowing, and you've never looked better."

"Hermione—"

"Ginny you can barely see the bump under your uniform."

"But I can feel it. And I feel like a fat cow." Ginny pouted.

Hermione rolled her eyes again and hiked up her skirt a couple inches, "I'll be back later."

"Going to see my brother?" Ginny grumbled.

"That's none of your business… and yes." Hermione smiled.

"Don't let him get you pregnant Hermione; it's not all it's cracked up to be." Ginny frowned.

"Ginny! You're brother and I have never…. done that…" Hermione blushed and hurried out the room.

Ginny sighed, alone again. She pulled up her shirt and looked at her stomach. There was a knock on the door, Ginny frowned and went to answer it, "Yes?" Some first year girl Ginny had only seen a couple times in the common room was standing at her door.

"Sorry miss, but a boy asked me to come get you. He says he wanted to talk."

"Which boy?"

The first year giggled and turned red, "Harry Potter. Are you two…"

"Harry and I have been together for two years Hun, its old news."

The first year seemed crestfallen, "Oh. Well, he's looking for you." She mumbled and walked away.

Ginny walked back into her room and checked herself in the mirror, "It will do." She sighed, and carefully descended the stairs to the common room. Stairs always made her incredibly nervous lately.

"Hi Love." Harry was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. He kissed her and smiled.

"What's going on Harry? Why'd you send someone to get me?"

"I just wanted to spend time with my fiancé. I didn't know something had to be wrong." Harry laughed.

Ginny rolled her eyes and playfully pushed Harry, "Well?"

"Well what?" Harry laughed.

Ginny laughed and leaned into Harry, "You're a prat. You know that?"

Harry smiled, "Yes Babe but I'm your prat." He kissed her head and took her hand, "Come on." They walked out of the common room toward the Great Hall, "You hungry?" Harry asked.

"Always…. Unfortunately." Ginny sighed.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Ginny you aren't fat. You're pregnant, it's normal."

"Yeah yeah yeah, beautiful and natural I've heard it all before. That doesn't change how I feel when I look at my ever growing stomach."

"It's only going to get bigger. Wait until you can't see your feet to complain." Harry laughed.

Ginny jabbed his side with her elbow, "Prat."

Harry laughed and kissed her. After breakfast they went to Madam Pomfrey together for Ginny's checkup.

"Everything looks fine. We'll be able to tell the sex in about four weeks, so come back then. And… A letter came from St. Mungo's, Draco wants visitation rights to his child when it's born." She handed Ginny the letter.

"WHAT?!" Ginny stood up and held her stomach protectively, "Hell no, there has to be some kind of law. He raped me!"

"I know dear but he still has rights to his child."

"He's violent and evil, I don't want him anywhere near my child!"

"Ginny… if I do recall a few weeks ago you were grumbling about how you should have aborted it."

"Hormones!" Ginny fumed, "I don't want that sociopath sex offender bastard anywhere near my child. What court in their right mind would give visitation rights to a rapist?"

"Well, the Wizengamot refuses the case so they went to the muggle court system."

"The muggle court system? Are you kidding me?"

"Obviously the Ministry is involved… your father and the whole Muggle relations department."

"My father?"

"He's simply doing his job Ginny."

"Wouldn't they dismiss him from this case. Isn't it a bit of conflict of interests?"

"Well yes… actually it is. But that issue hasn't been brought up yet. He's not on Malfoy's side. Nor is the Wizengamot, that's exactly why they refused the case. First of all it would be completely biased, and second it's just…. Unethical."

"I can't believe this." Ginny put her face in her hands and began to cry.

Harry tucked his hand beneath her elbow, "Come on love. We're going to skip class today." Harry looked up at Madam Pomfrey.

"I'll excuse you both, no worries. Go get some rest child, you've had a rough go of things." Madam Pomfrey turned to send a memo to all of Harry and Ginny's professors.

"Where are we going?" Ginny asked.

"To set things straight with your father for one." They went to Professor McGonagall's office, "Professor can we please use your fireplace for the Floo Network."

"Ginny can't but you can." Professor McGonagall mumbled not even looking up from the papers on her desk.

Harry took the powder and threw it into the fireplace, sticking his head in, "The Burrow."

Ginny could only hear Harry's part of the conversation, "Yes, well she's rather upset. But how could you…. No I know you aren't taking sides. I understand it's your job but isn't it a conflict of interest? Well it bloody well have… fine. We'll see you soon."

"What happened?" Ginny asked as soon as Harry's head popped out of the fireplace.

"Your father's job was threatened, he brought up the conflict of interest thing and the head of his office said if he didn't do this he'd be fired. Also, he's not siding with Malfoy he's simply making sure there are no details in the case that have anything to do with Wizardry."

"Well that's supposed to make me feel loads better." Ginny seethed.

"Look stress is bad for the baby, all you need to worry about is if it's a boy or a girl and what we're going to name him or her."

"Fine…" Harry and Ginny walked back to the Gryffindor common room. They were lying on the couch in front of the fireplace.

Harry stroked Ginny's hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, "Get some rest."

A/N: I was reading about HBP on imdb and I am utterly disappointed that they have left out so many characters and scenes… ugh!! The movies just make me mad now-a-days. I don't even enjoy them anymore