Ginny had not meant for Harry to find out like that. She had planned everything out, she would take him out by the lake, sit him down, and talk gently, and...well, she didn't know after that. How do you tell a seventeen-year-old guy that he's going to be a father? Especially Harry Potter, who was already expected to save the world from Voldemort. Harry was amazing, and proved it yet again. He was shocked, to say the least, but took it gracefully, and held her close, promising to keep her and the baby safe. She was always so impressed with how well he handled stressful situations. He had smiled at her, and been very sweet, and so understanding. He would be a wonderful father. She smiled. After all those years of loving him, watching him from afar...she was having Harry Potter's child. Her heart warmed. Even if she was only sixteen, even if she would be looked down upon by the wizarding community, she was in love with Harry Potter, and they were going to be a family. She wouldn't have chosen things to go this way three months ago, but know that they had, she wouldn't change a thing. Hermione had come to see her. She had been very concerned about her. She had asked what they were going to do, how they would raise a baby with school and the war, and everything else. She offered to help any way she could. Ginny couldn't think of anything off the top of her head, but thanked her very much anyway, and promised to let her know if she needed anything. Ginny closed the curtains of her four poster bed and lay back. She thought about sneaking up to the boys' dormitories to see how Harry was doing, but decided that he could probably use the time to think. She wondered if he was really as calm and collected as he had acted downstairs...
Part 2
Harry Potter was scared shitless. That was the only way he could think of describing the wave of sheer terror that had overcome him upon finding out that he had gotten Ginny pregnant. His best mate's sister. His best mate's younger, ONLY sister...and he thought Voldemort was scary. Ginny was the only girl in a very large family of overprotective, hot-tempered, very strong men. Yes...Harry Potter was a dead man. Any second now Ron would come storming up the stairs, wand...no probably chainsaw in hand, and he would rip him limb from limb. He had always thought he'd die a noble, heroic death, but alas...he was going to be murdered by his best friend and his twelve million brothers. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. Oh shit...here it comes. Harry braced himself for what was coming next.
"Hey mate, how... you alright?" Ron asked softly. Harry hadn't been expecting this reaction.
"Ron...you aren't mad at me?" Harry asked, a little incredulous.
"No, Ginny's a big girl. I'm sure she had just as much to do with it as you did, perhaps even a bit more." He laughed a little. "Besides, you'll take care of her, I know you will. You take care of all of us. Ginny loves you, she always has. I'm just glad it was you and not Dean or that Michael guy." Ron said. Harry was in awe. He had never seen his best friend act this mature. Ron had always been so hot-headed. He considered checking his pocket sneak-o-scope to see if his suspicions were justified. He decided that he was being ridiculous.
"Umm...thanks mate, really. I needed that." Harry said sincerely, almost smiling. Ron's eyes darkened slightly.
"I hope I don't have to witness what happens when you two tell Mum." Ron said, amused. He patted Harry on the back sympathetically. Without another word, Ron rolled into his own four poster bed and closed the drapes. Harry's stomach lurched. Today had been equivelent to a Muggle roller coaster ride. He understood, there was no need for Ron to waste energy murdering Harry. That would be well taken care of before long. Harry concentrated on not wetting his pants as premonitions of Mrs. Weasley's reaction played in his mind. This would be a long nine months.
