Ginny walked out of her and Harry's bedroom at the Leaky Cauldron feeling sick to her stomach. She walked into the kitchen to make some bacon. As the bacon started to fry, she suddenly felt nauseaous. (sp?) She turned to go to the bathroom when suddenly, she threw up all over the floor. Harry heard her retching and ran into the kitchen.

"Ginny?" he asked, sounding worried, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she answered. I was just feeling a bit nauseaous." With that, she threw up again.

"Um, Ginny? I hate to bring this up now, but do you think that you-- er-- might be pregnant?"

"Surely not!" answered Ginny, but she wasn't so sure. Her mother had often complained that she felt sick all the time during her seven pregnancies with Ginny and her brothers. "There's a bug that's going around. Mum said that Ron had it a couple of days ago. And, I was up there, sitting on his bed, talking to him."

"Well, um... okay, if you're sure. Do you want to go to the Burrow today? You know, just for a change of scenery. It might do us some good. And, I'm sure that your mum might have something that might help out with your stomach flu or whatever it is you've got."

"Well, I guess that would be okay. When do you want to go?"

"I suppose right after breakfast. I've got some bacon on the stove right now. Do you want some?"

"Mmhmm... Sounds good!" Harry said, smiling. Sweeping Ginny off her feet, he kissed her.

"Oh, Harry... that's disgusting," she said, a grim look on her face, "I just threw up!"

"Urgh... I forgot about that," said Harry, wiping his mouth.

"That's gross... Well, go ahead and sit down and I'll get the bacon ready," said Ginny, putting on her apron. "Darn it!" she yelled.

"What?"

"The bacon. It's burned. I guess we might as well go to the Burrow and get started on a late breakfast. Mum and Dad will be glad to see us."

Harry laughed. He loved seeing Ginny get frustrated. She looked so cute when she was angry.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Ginny, "The fact that I can't cook to save my life?"

"No. The fact that whenever you get angry you get that cute little look on your face," answered Harry.

"Well, come on... We might as well get to the Burrow," said Ginny, throwing on her traveling cloak. She and Harry disapparated to the Burrow.

Once at the Burrow, Ginny immediately threw herself into her mother's arms.

"Good, Ginny and Harry are here," Ginny heard Bill say from the table.

"Bill! It's been ages!" said Ginny, running into his arms, too.

"Yeah, our trip in Egypt took longer than what me or Fleur even expected. I had no idea we'd be staying there for two years! But, anyway, I thought we would drop in to let you guys know about our good news."

"What good news?" asked Fred and George simultaneously.

"Hang on... Is everyone in the kitchen?" asked Bill.

"Yeah, I guess that means you're asking whether or not I'm here," asked Charlie, who had just Apparated into the living room.

"CHARLIE!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, wrapping her arms around him.

"Gee, Mum. Thanks for letting everyone know I'm here," Charlie laughed.

"Finally, we're all here as a family!" said Mrs. Weasley.

"About ze good newz..." started Fleur. She took off her traveling cloak to reveal a protruding belly that took everyone by surprise.

"Ze baby'z due next month!" she said, laughing at the Weasley's shocked faces.

At this point, Ginny pulled her mother into the living room.

"Mum, I think I'm pregnant," she said, seriously.

"What? Oh Ginny, that's great. Have you and Harry given it any thought of staying here? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, but I really don't see where else you can go!"

"I know. But, I'm kind of afraid to tell Harry. I mean, I'm not even sure if I am. And, if I take off alone, he's going to want to know where I'm going."

"Well, Harry's a nice boy. Why don't you just tell him that you think you might be pregnant and then go buy a pregnancy test? Or would you prefer to have me send Madame Pomfrey over here and you and Harry come over for your next vist when she's here. Then, you could run upstairs, Madame Pomfrey could examine you and let you know whether or not you're pregnant, and then Harry won't even know a thing. Your dad and I could just keep him downstairs, and talk to him about Quidditch or something."

"That would be great. But, are you sure it would work?"

"I'm positive. Why don't you come back over the day after tomorrow and I'll make sure she's here during breakfast. Does that sound like a good idea?"

"Perfect. Thanks, Mum," she said, giving her a kiss.

"You're welcome. Now I must go and congratulate Bill and Fleur on their new baby. See you later, Ginny." She walked back into the kitchen.

Ginny spent the rest of day throwing up and getting sick all day long. Harry finally figured something was up, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Ginny, you're not sick. I don't know what you've got, but it's not a bug," said Harry.

"I guess now would be a bad time to tell you that Mum has put together a breakfast for me, you, Ron, and Hermione, tomorrow," said Ginny, leaning back over the toilet.

"WHAT?" asked Harry, "We just went over there yesterday!"

"I know, I know... but I mean, I didn't get to see Hermione at all and you didn't even get to talk to Ron. He said there was something he wanted to tell you!"

"Oh yeah, probably that I'm the world's biggest jerk for carrying you off at the age of 18 to have a baby..." said Harry.

"No," said Ginny, simply, leaning back over the toilet.

"Then what is it then?" asked Harry.

"I don't know. Why don't we go over there, so you can find out?"

"Fine," said Harry, "But, it's going to be embarrassing. As your parents already know how bad off we are right now and then we have to go live with them..."

"Harry! My parents WANT us to go live with them, at least at first! Besides, I really need some emotional support from them right now!" said Ginny.

"I thought I was giving you emotional support! And now, you need it from them, too?"

"Look, Harry, we are going to have a baby sooner or later and you really need to get it into your thick skull that like it or not, we have no where else to go!" With that, Ginny stormed out of the bathroom to go use the sink as her new vomit disposal.

The next morning, Ginny woke up bright and early. Throwing on her clothes, she walked over to the fireplace.

"Where do you think you're going?" Harry asked, as she threw on her traveling cloak.

"Home," Ginny said, shortly. She threw a pinch of Floo Powder into the fireplace and stepped into it. "The Burrow!"

Stepping out of the fireplace, Ginny saw her mum's face, looking at her with concern.

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Weasley asked her daughter.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"You just look a bit pale, that's all. Madame Pomfrey's upstairs. She got here just before you did," said Mrs. Weasley. She led Ginny upstairs.

"Think you're expecting a baby?" asked Madame Pomfrey, as Mrs. Weasley and Ginny walked into the room. "Tut tut, such a young age, too."

"It's not like she had a choice, Poppy," said Mrs. Weasley, indignantly.

"Yes, Dumbledore told me about the circumstances already. Okay, Miss Weasley. Go ahead and sit down. I'll make the potion." She pulled out a small cauldron from the bag beside her.

Ginny did as she was told and Madame Pomfrey started mixing vials of different potions.

"I'll need a urine sample, Miss Weasley," she said. She conjured a cup and handed it to Ginny who went into the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later and handed Madame Pomfrey the cup. Madame Pomfrey poured the contents into the potion and gave it a few counterclockwise stirs.

"So?" asked Mrs. Weasley impatiently, "Is she or isn't she?"

"Hold on, Molly. It's going to take a couple of minutes. Now, if the potion turns purple, you're pregnant. If it turns green, you're not." She looked over the cauldron expectantly. Slowly, the potion turned purple.

"Ginny, you're pregnant. Not very far along either. I'd say about a week or so. Here's some potion for you to take," she gave Ginny a flask, "Just a drop once a day, to stop the vomiting."

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey," said Ginny appreciatively.

"Anytime," said Madame Pomfrey. And with that, she packed up her things with a wave of her wand, and Disapparated.

As soon as Madame Pomfrey Disapparated, Ginny flopped back onto her bed. Staring up at the ceiling, she wondered aloud, "How on earth am I going to tell Harry?"

"Tell me what?" came a voice from the door. It was Harry.

"Oh, um, nothing. Just that I broke the lever on the toilet and now it won't flush," said Ginny, in a strangely high-pitched voice that wasn't hers at all.

"Ginny, you can do a lot of things really well, but sorry as I am to have to be the one to tell you this, lying isn't one of them. You're as bad as your mum," he said, walking over to her.

"Watch it!" said Mrs. Weasley, from the corner of the room.

"Besides, I just used the toilet and it seemed to be working fine for me," said Harry, "Now, do you want to tell me what's really going on?"

Ginny looked cornered. Putting her head in her hands, she started to cry, silently. Harry slowly put two and two together.

"Ginny, are you pregnant?"

Ginny looked up at Harry, her eyes glistening with tears that clung to her eyelashes. Slowly, she nodded her head, watching Harry for any look that might suggest he didn't want the baby at all.

On the contrary, Harry looked shocked. Mrs. Weasley took this opportunity to walk out of the room. Harry didn't even notice.

"How long have you known?" he asked.

"Since about five minutes ago for sure. But, I had reasons for thinking so yesterday after I was throwing up all over the place."

"So, um... Do your parents still want us moving in?"

"Harry, what do you think? Mum barely said a word, which is what Bill said she did when she was pregnant with me and Ron. And, when she found out that Fred and George were twins."

"So..."

"So, we're moving in tomorrow. My orders."

"And when are we getting married?"

"I figured we could do that just about any old time. I would rather just get married in Diagon Alley by just saying our vows and signing a marriage license. I don't want anything huge anyway."

"Okay... Well, you can stay here then, and I'll get our things out of the Leaky Cauldron. Okay?" asked Harry.

"Perfect," said Ginny, as she walked out of the room to tell Ron the news.

Ginny walked into Ron's bedroom, feeling slightly nervous.

Well, it was bound to happen, anyway, she thought as she sat down on Harry's bed. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to look at Ron, who was engrosed in a biography about the Chudley Cannon's seeker, Tamar Gonzales.

"Hey, Harry," said Ron, not looking up.

"Hey, yourself," said Ginny, who looked down at her feet.

"Oh. It's you. So, I'm guessing you came to hear the big news?"

"Well, I have some big news, too. But you go ahead first."

"Guess."

"Guess what?"

"Guess what the great news is!"

"Let's see. You just got box seats to the Chudley Cannon's match against the Wimbourne Wasps," said Ginny, thinking of the first thing that popped into her head.

"How'd you know?" asked Ron, looking extremely disappointed.

"Really? That's what it is?"

"Yeah. Did you really guess that?"

"Yes. Now, do you want to know my big news?"

"You know I do. But, first, let me guess. Are you pregnant?"

"Ron! How'd you know?"

"I heard Mom yell downstairs at Dad. Something about Harry moving in. And then, I heard her yell something about you. I just kind of put two and two together..."

"Oh. And you're not mad?"

"No. Why would I be mad? You just saved my best friend's life, not to mention prevented You-Know-Who from coming back. Of course I'm not mad!"

Ginny smiled. Looking down, she started laughing.

"What?" asked Ron.

"You know, I just realized something. I'm not going to be this skinny for a long time! Soon, I'm going to be fat. But, in a good way."

"Hey, at least you won't look like Millicent Bulstrode. Remember the headlock she put Hermione in at the Dueling Club with Lockhart?"

"How could I forget?" asked Ginny, smiling, "Anyway, what's going on with you and Hermione?"

"What do you mean?" asked Ron, quickly.

"Well, I can't help but notice the way you've been looking at her lately. Haven't you asked her out by now?"

"Actually, I did."

"And?"

"She said no."

"What? Why?"

"She said she really liked me... but only as a friend. Not anything else. She... She... She said she was in love with someone else."

"And, who is that?"

"I don't know! But, God... I wish I did. What does that person have that I don't have?"

"Ronald, if I knew who the person was, I swear, I'd tell you. But, well... There's not really much I can do about it..."

"Well, could you ask Hermione who the person is? I'd really like to know!"

"Well, I'll try... But I'm not sure if she'll tell me if she didn't even tell you! She's known you longer..."

"But, I'm a guy."

"Yeah, you are. What's your point?"

"Well, maybe she doesn't feel... er... comfortable telling me those kinds of things because of that. Maybe she'll be more open with you..."

"Fine. I'll ask."

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" said Ron, as he hugged Ginny.

"Okay, Ron! I can't breathe!"

"Sorry... Oh, and congratulations on the baby. Tell Harry that for me, too."

"Okay, Ron. Have fun reading about Tamar Gonzales... your dream girl..."

"Well, my back-up girl... in case Hermione still refuses me down the line..."

"Oh, that's sweet..." said Ginny, as she walked out of the bedroom.