A/N: Sorry this took so long – we went away for a week and I *cough cough* decided *cough cough cough cough*(excuse me for a moment, just coughing on the bull shit) my mother decided I was not to bring my computer with me. But don't worry, I was planning it the whole time! Also sorry about that last chapter, its not one of my best…. IF I EVER DO A HARRYPOV AGAIN, MENTAL SLAP ME. (unless I say not to in this thingy-bit)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter – books, movies, characters, whatever.

Chapter Four – Stories of Me

GinnyPOV

The next few hours were a blur. Not because everyone was moving really fast, but because I was crying for most of them. When the Healer had asked me what when I had said 'overloaded on power' but I shook my head,

"I don't know what made me say it, because it wasn't me." The Healer looked at me strangely, "I mean, it was me, but it wasn't, I didn't mean to say that." The Healer smiled kindly but I knew she was just thinking, 'Well, looks like we need to set up a new bed in the mental ward!'.

"You know how when your not sure of something?" I asked her, "And then when you say it aloud, you can tell that its true?" Her face looked blank. I sighed in frustration, "Well, that's what I feel now. I cant tell you how, but I know that's it true. Its not this stress things that's keeping him here."

And then I resumed my crying.

The Healer soon left and I fell asleep.

I was awoken by a voice that did not make me feel any better.

"I do not CARE if it's a closed ward!" Oh joy, "My DAUGHER is in there and Harry Potter is practically my son!" Whoopee, "Do you know who I am? You WILL let me in!" I sighed and placed my head back on Harrys chest.

"Hi mum." I murmured to his chest.

I heard the soft whisper of "Vixit puerum" and the door burst open.

"Ginny!" I heard my mothers exasperated voice, "How could you! Without telling us! I mean, surely your not that stupid as too -"

"Woah mum," I spun around and held up my hands to stop her, "back up. Start from the beginning, slowly." Mum took a deep breath and sat down in one of the nearby chairs.

"Ron got back about an hour ago and told us what happened -"

"But first he had to wake us up and -" my Dad broke in

"Arthur!" Mum cut in, "As I was saying, Ron found us and told us what happened. How could you Ginny? Have you ever heard of contraception?" I rolled my eyes.

"Look Mum, before you get angry at me, let me just say – I did not and have not ever had s- se-" I stopped (its amazing how a 16 nearly 17 year old has trouble talking about…. Well, it), "I mean, I've never done it, with anyone. Honestly, I have no idea who the dad is. All I know is that about a month and a half ago, I started throwing up. And since around that time you weren't letting anyone out of the house, it was kinda hard to find out if it was true or not." My mother gapped at me

"Well then how did you-"

"How did I know? Well maybe it was because of this," I twisted sideways and lifted up my shirt to reveal the tell tale bump below my rib cage, "and secondly," a smile lit up my tear stained face, "he started kicking four days ago." Mum put her hands over her mouth, her eyes shining. Dad was less dignified and his mouth was gapping wide open, staring at the bulge in my stomach. Ron however, was thinking.

"A month and a half ago…. We were at the Malfoys then."

"And what does that have to do with anything?" I snapped, dropping my shirt.

"I dunno, that's just where we were at the time."

At some point during this conversation, Mum had calmed down enough to speak,

"Have you seen someone yet?" She asked me

"No, you wouldn't let us out of the house before Hogwarts and I guess I was to preoccupied with Harry to remember it." I replied. Mum's eyes were still shining and she launched into a big speech about what it was like when she was first pregnant. I wasn't listening. During the short conversation that had just unfolded, something clicked in my head. My unexplained preganancy had something to do with what had happened at Malfoy Manor. I formed a theory in my head that went a bit like this: I became pregnant because …. happened to/with Harry when he was at Malfoy Manor. All I needed to do was fill in the blanks with information I didn't have. I was suddenly overcome with another urge to cry. My eyes filled with tears. Mum looked at me with concerne.

"Ginny dear? Whats the matter?" But I couldn't speak. I turned around in my chair and buried my head in Harry's chest again, sobs wracking my body. Mum placed a hand on my shoulder and said

"We're going to go home. Everyones coming to lunch later, you can tell them then." I didn't respond. The idea of telling everyone I was pregnant was surely going to find its way into a reporters hands and then - it made me shudder to think of the stories that would emerge. I could see the headlines now – 'Harry Potter – not such a good boy after all', 'Harry Potter, Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived and now – Dad!'. Ugh.

I heard the door shut and realised I was alone. I stayed were I was and cried myself to sleep yet again.

When I woke, the first thing I noticed was that I was not lying on Harry, but was sitting on something soft and warm. Instantly my eyes snapped open and I tried to get up, fearing I was sitting on Harry. A pair of hands pushed me back onto what was actually a purple squishy arm chair. I blinked and my eyes enventually focused on a tall, bushy haired 17 year old witch,

"Hermione!" I exclaimed and made another move to get out of the chair, but she pushed me back.

"Don't strain yourself – you don't want to hurt the baby." I blinked – how the hell –

"What?" I asked, fully awake now, "How did you -"

"Molly." She said quickly. I groaned and put my head in my hands.

"When?" I asked

"At lunch today. She -"

"Crap!" I cut her off, "I missed lunch? Gah, Mum'll kill me" This day just seemed to get better and better. Hermione shook her head,

"It's okay, she's kinda happy she got to tell everyone."

"Who was -"

"Me, Ron, Percy, George, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, your parents, Kingsley, Luna, her dad -" I groaned again and lifted my head to the back of the chair,

"She might has well have marched straight up to Rita Skeeter and yelled it in her face!" Hermione patted my arm and said nothing. She looked around the room, then focused on the window, her eyes narrowed,

"She didn't have too." Then she jumped up from her chair and was at the windowsill so fast I hardly saw her move. She caught something in her hands then moved back into the middle of the room. With her free hand she pull out her wand and with a shard crack, she let go and jumped away for where she was standing, not two seconds ago, was a tall witch with short, curly blonde hair, wearing a bright violet suit and wearing a pair of intricately cut pink glasses studded with rhinestone gems. I jumped back in the chair, my hands over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Rita Skeeter was standing, in Harry Potters ward, staring at me. Well, the correct term would be the small bulge you could just see through the shirt I was wearing. Oh god, I could already see the stories. The stories of me.

A/N: So there you have it! Secrets out! I planned for it to be longer but then it would have been really long. The next chapter might be shorter. Ok – I need baby names. Girl or Boy, I haven't decided yet.

Note: If anyone has read my other fanfic (not written but published by me), just letting you know, my friend is writing another one. Sequel or Prequel I don't know but please review it so she knows if people like it or not!