My body seized on the cold tile of my brother's bathroom floor. I had struggled to keep everything back, but it all came out. I hugged on tightly to the seat and sat on the floor with my head in the bowl. "Ginny?" George swung the door open to reveal my shaking body. He repeated saying my name, but in more worried tones as time progressed. He seemed to be saying my name not for me, but for him.

As much as I felt like crying, I held back the tears as best as I could. George kept on trying to talk to me, but I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. His words were mumbled as my head leaned farther into the bowl. Ron's feet came to the edge of the bathroom door. I looked up at his pale face and that was all I needed to break down crying. My emotions were all out of sorts and this was just one of the glamorous things about being pregnant.

"I'm sorry" I told George, tears falling from my cheeks; he came and put his arms around me securely, like all my brothers did. "I'm sorry" I repeated.

"Ginny, what happened? You took the potion I gave you, right?" he asked me, in a whisper.

I shook my head, "I thought it was going to work." I moaned, my stomach became very uneasy and it didn't help to have an audience.

George asked Ron to go get the bottle. Ron handed it to George and he started to look on the side of the bottle. His finger ran down the side until he came to the middle of the bottle. He stared and looked at the same line for a few minutes. George turned quiet. He glanced over at me and held up the line of the bottle of which he was reading,

… potion does not prevent morning sickness… George's eyes darted from Ron to me hoping that one of us was just pulling his leg.

This was one of the few times that I had seen my brother shocked speechless. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and then ran his fingers through his morning hair. Out of all of my brothers, I was most concerned about what George thought. He had always been there for me, so I hoped that when I was in the biggest amount of trouble that I had ever been he would help me out.

"Don't be mad." I cried, trying to turn my attention to George, "please don't be mad. I don't think I could bear you being mad at me." Shock swept over my older brother's face as he stared at me, still kind. Then my blotchy red face looked up to see Ron, standing in the doorway, with his understanding smile.

"Ginny. I'm not mad. I think we're all just worried about you." George came closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. One of his hands pulled my head close to his chest. "No, my baby sister is going to be taken care of, and I'm going to do that to the best of my abilities," he told me in a whisper. Then I heard him under his breath, "even without my better half."

Neville

I hadn't slept all night. Despite my best efforts of searching for Ginny I couldn't find her. Returning up four floors, I unlocked my door and let myself in my apartment. I tossed the keys on the table and nearly knocked over a chair when I saw Hermione Granger in my living room.

"How long have you been here-"

"They found her." Hermione said plainly. "She's at George's apartment right now with him and Ron."

"Where did they find her?" I asked, taking off my jacket and not bothering to put it on the coat rack.

"Harry found her with Fred." Her voice trailed off toward the end.

We sat in a semi-uncomfortable silence. Why had Harry Potter been the one that was able to find her. Why wasn't I capable of finding her? I hadn't even thought about going to find her there… "Harry was just trying to help, you know." Hermione offered, "I heard that Ginny shrugged him off and waited till Ron got there to talk to anyone."

"I'm just glad that she's safe." Hermione could tell the sincerity in my voice. She was starting to understand how much Ginny truly meant to me. Not Ginny- the mother of my child, but Ginny- the girl who I always had feelings for.

"Where have you been?"

I had been hoping that this question wouldn't come up. I personally didn't want to tell Hermione Granger where I had been for the past few hours and it certainly seemed like it wasn't any of her business. At this point I didn't have the heart to fully lie, so I told her, "I was with Gran. She was worried about Ginny, so I hung out with her a bit this morning." This was the truth, but it wasn't the entire truth.

Hermione looked at me with satisfaction and got to her feet. "Well, I guess I just came over to tell you that we found Ginny and that she's safe."

"Thanks Hermione, I really do appreciate it." I led her out the door and we said our goodbyes. Once the door closed, I took the gum wrapper out of my pocket and placed it in a wooden box by the window. "Thanks Mum" I mumbled.

Ginny

"Verity took the day off today, she's in South Africa on Safari with her new husband" George told me, throwing an apron to me, "So you get register."

I was glad that George could give me a distraction. Although late October was not the most lucrative time of the year; the shop was still bustling with customers all getting ready for was slower than in the summers, but it was still packed with customers for a Thursday. Ron continued to be a real baby and wouldn't let me help him carry anything. He would say in a low tone, "it's not good for your health."

Mum, Hermione, and Harry had all come at the best times. Because I wasn't in the shop then, I was upstairs still getting my morning sickness and I had Ron take over my spot for a while. When I came back downstairs, I could tell that Ron had wanted so badly to comment about Harry, but he kept it inside him.

We finally closed up shop at seven and went upstairs to celebrate a good day of work. Ron and George made a pizza, but I picked off all of the excess junk they put on. "You're taking off all the good stuff!" Ron exclaimed, taking all of the extra toppings off of my plate.

We tried to have a normal conversation until Ron decided it was time for me to tell George who the father was. "C'mon Ginny, he can't be that bad. As long as it's not Harry's." George's face turned quite stern and I brushed it off. "No, not Harry."

George went through my list of friends in his mind. "Neville?"

"How did you get to that conclusion so fast?!" Ron asked, wondering why he hadn't come to the same conclusion sooner.

"Longbottom?" George asked again, looking only at me. My face told him and he said, "Well. Your kid is going to have to be really awesome to make up for the last name Longbottom."

George and Ron took the news better than I had ever expected them too. They were going to be the really big confidence boost that I needed before telling mum and dad. "Thanks guys. I should probably get going though. Still have to talk to mum and dad and figure out where Neville's head it at."

I said goodbye to my brothers and apparated over to Neville's flat. I hadn't the faintest idea of what I was going to say, but I figured that at least I would give him the opportunity to explain himself. I began knocking on the door before I could change my mind and slither back to my apartment. Neville opened the door to his tousled blonde hair and rounded face. "Ginny," he opened the door wider, "come in. I didn't expect you."

I didn't find much pleasant in pleasantries. I stepped into his flat and asked, "What are your intentions with me?"

Neville obviously wasn't ready for this question. He choked on a stick of cheese that he had been eating and choked, "Come again?"

"What are your plans?" I asked. I could feel my face warm up and my eyes started to water from the heat. "If you don't want to be a part of my life-"

"I never said that." Neville's voice became very strong, stronger than I had ever heard it. "I do want to be a part of your life Ginny. I just thought that if we wanted to get married that we would discuss it. All of this without my Gran budding in every minute or so telling us that we weren't doing the right thing." His eyes did not waver from mine. He stood tall and took ahold of my hands. "I've been crazy about you Ginny. For a long time I've waited. I would love nothing more than to get to spend all of my days with you. If that means taking a hex or two from each of your brothers, I'm fine with that. It might hurt, and I might scream like a little girl, but I'll do it for you."

Without a second thought, I lunged myself at Neville. Our faces and lips crashed into one another. I threw my arms around his neck and held onto him tightly. My heart pounded so hard that I hoped Neville couldn't feel how nervous I was. My lips felt electricity and I selfishly never wanted to stop.

After a while, I stopped and stepped away from Neville, who either looked embarrassed or greatly excited. He couldn't stop smiling and looked toward the floor. I took it as excitement when I realized that he held onto my hand. "That was fun. Care to do it again sometime?"

"We'll see." I teased.

Looking over to his window I saw an open wooden box. Out of curiosity I led Neville over to the box. His hand gripped tightly to mine. "Do you collect gum wrappers Neville?" I asked, looking at the container, which almost seemed to overflow.

"Sort of." He whispered, closing the box and looking back toward me. "They're gifts."

I looked toward Neville and saw the pain in his eyes. Before I could ask who gave them to him he answered, "Every time I visit my mum. I give her a piece of gum. It's almost like I'm the guy with the gum. When I return the next time with another piece of gum, she will give me the wrapper from the previous time that I came. She doesn't have much else to give me, but it's the only thing I have left."

Neville and I stood in silence as we looked at the wooden box. Trying to think of something to say, all I could muster out was, "I'm so sorry Neville."

"At least I have something," his voice broke off, "you know?"

We spent more time in the comforting silence. We held onto each other's hand and refused to let go. "Neville? Can we tell your parents?"

He spent a long time staring out the window and trying his hardest not to look at the wooden box. "They don't remember who I am Ginny."

"All the more reason to tell them first. They can be like a practice for my parents." Neville stared quietly and thought hard about what I was saying. He took deep breaths and concluded, "We should tell them."

(A/N: 7/31/13- Neville has always been one of my favorite characters from the start of the series. Christmas in the fifth book has always been a scene that I can remember well and it is the most intimate moment that we get to see of Neville. Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. Review please and thanks!)