It was always nerve-wracking meeting your significant other's parents for the first time. I found it even more difficult when they wouldn't know exactly who you were and likely wouldn't remember your name. I fussed over what I would wear, because even though they wouldn't likely remember me, I wanted to try. I slipped on a black and yellow dress to match the flowers that I had picked out for his mother.

Neville knocked cautiously on my bedroom door. "Are you almost ready Ginny?"

"Almost." I yelled. As much as I wanted to say that I wasn't nervous, I was close to going out of my mind.

I draped my coat around me and took a second look around the room. With a flick of my wand the clothes came off the floor and filed neatly into the closet. I opened my door to see Neville overly dressed. He had on a nice blue dress shirt and dark belted pants. "You look lovely Ginny." He beamed from ear to ear and extended his arm to me.

We walked down the streets of London. Cars whizzing by us and people chatting about what the latest gossip was with the monarchy. I had never fully appreciated how comfortable I was with Neville until now. We didn't discuss the day's news or the weather; we were completely satisfied with just being near one another.

Once we were on the street, Neville and I looked both ways and stepped into the brick building's window into St. Mungo's hospital. Luckily, since Neville was a frequent visitor, we didn't have to wait in the waiting room. The healers seemed to recognize Neville, who had a habit of having to come here since he was a child. Neville just signed both of us in at the front desk and directed my attention over to the elevator.

Once we were in the elevator I remembered clearly the last time that I had visited the ward. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I accidentally mistook the fourth floor to be the fifth floor. We ran into Professor Lockhart, who then made us visit with him and give us his autograph. This is where we accidentally stumbled upon Neville and his disapproving Gran, who sought out to tell Neville how ashamed she was of him. As we walked through the elevator we came to double doors with a sign above it reading. "Spell Damage". Neville put his arm around my waist and trapped my arms in his grasp. He gripped onto me tighter as we walked by certain rooms and started to relax once we got near the end of the corridor. We stopped at the Janus Thickey ward. The door had been locked, so we waited for a bright faced healer to come to the door. "Mr. Longbottom!" She beamed, "How nice of you to stop over again… and who is this?"

"Ginny Weasley." I smiled, trying to conserve her enthusiasm.

"Nice to meet you." She said, leading us down the remainder of the way, "Come on back."

Neville's teal eyes did not waver from me as we passed where Gilderoy Lockhart's bed once was. His glance wasn't taken off of me until we arrived at the last two beds in the row. "Frank and Alice, you have visitors…"

Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom laid in beds parallel to one another. Both of their hair had turned a light gray. Mr. Longbottom was fast asleep, but Mrs. Longbottom sat upright in her bed. Surrounding their beds were all news articles that Alice had hung up of Neville. There were even a few pictures of Frank and Alice with various visitors. The pictures that were vacant were the pictures from Neville's childhood. There was not a single picture of Neville when he was younger or even a picture of Alice when she was expecting. Alice's face had turned gaunt and lacked expression. "Hi Alice." Neville said in a small voice, tightly clutching the Droobles Blowing Gum in his hand. "I'd like you to meet my friend Ginny." He pushed me forward a little and left me defenseless against a defenseless woman.

"Hi A-Alice," my body trembled so badly that my voice reverberated as well. "It's nice to meet you." My body turned around to look at Neville, who could only manage an encouraging smile. "Your friend Neville told me that you like flowers, so I thought that I would bring you and Frank some."

I conjured a vase from the corner cabinet and filled it with water. I placed the vase on Alice's tray table. Seemingly bewildered by the gesture, she looked from the flowers to me, and then her eyes fixated on the flowers. Her hands trembled uneasily as she tried to reach the sunflower petal. Cupping one of the flowers in her hands, she scooped it out of the vase and pulled it up to her nose. She gave an audible noise, but I couldn't tell if it was a happy or sad noise.

Turning around, I could no longer see Neville. I turned to my other side and Neville appeared to have snuck up next to me. "Alice and Frank. Ginny and I have some pretty exciting news that we'd like to share with the both of you." Alice looked up timidly from the flower in her hand. When I wasn't looking, Frank woke up and groggily sat up in bed. His face looked anorexic and dark; his eyes seemed to bulge out like a house elf's would. "Ginny and I are going to have a baby."

Alice seemed as happy as she ever could be without smiling. She made another small audible noise, but her face remained haunted. Frank looked bleary as he was waking up from his nap, so he didn't give any emotion at all. Neville drew closer to his mum and gave her the candy she had been hoping for. She looked at it and bent over to her nightstand, grabbing the wrapper from the last visit. Alice placed it gently in Neville's hand and looked at him with her big eyes.

Neville stared at the ceiling and mumbled a quiet "thanks." He turned his back to his parents and looked pleadingly asking if it was time to go.

"We have to go now, but it was really nice meeting you." I said, looking at the pair of them. Their sad eyes begged us not to go, but I knew that Neville couldn't stand to be in the room without calling them his parents. "We will visit again sometime."

Neville led the way out of the ward and stopped just before the elevator. He turned to me and pulled me in to kiss me on the forehead with tears in his eyes. "As much as that hurt, I'm glad that you made me do it."

I went in and wrapped my arms securely around him, "Those were the easy parents. Mine will be much, much worse." Neville let out a laugh and hugged me to the point of choking, "I think my mum likes you."

"I think she does too."

One set of grandparents knew, so it was just a matter of time before the others had to find out. "You're going to have to tell them Ginny. Whether you like it or not, mum and dad will find out. Especially when you don't start showing up for work." Ron reasoned over breakfast. He had made an annoying habit of staying over and having Hermione make him breakfast. "Doesn't publicity start in January?"

I bitterly took a bite of my toast, "I am aware Ron, but that's not for another two months. I keep on planning to tell them, but it never seems to be the right time."

"I honestly don't think they'll believe you at first," Ron chewed while talking, ignoring all societal rules. "I mean. Who would believe that Neville had it in him."

Trying my best to ignore how rude Ron was being I turned to Hermione for advice. "How do I tell my parents? I don't even know if they knew that I wasn't a virgin-"

Ron started choking uncontrollably on the eggs that had attempted to go down his throat. He pounded on his chest to relieve the tension and could finally breathe again. After a few moments to recompose himself, he howled, "Who else have you fooled around with?!"

"Not that it's any of your business." I huffed, giving him a signature Weasley glare.

"I should think that it is my business." Ron pounded his fork on the table indignantly. "The people that you screw around with could end up being my in-laws."

I seethed with fury, standing up and throwing my fists on the table. "Well. Unless Charlie comes out of the closet I really don't think you have to worry about Harry Potter being a part of the family anymore."

Ron's face turned a light shade of green. "You're right. It's none of my business." When I turned around to head to my room I could feel Ron laying into Hermione about not telling him. My door shut tightly behind me, but not tightly enough to cover, "He's a dead man."

How was it so much easier to tell Ron that I had previously slept with his best friend than to tell my parents that I was expecting. Maybe it was easier to hurt Ron than it was my parents¸ but I hurt Harry and Ron's relationship more than I did my own. It would have probably been easier if I was already married; it would be a cause for celebration instead of disappointment. I could just see Draco Malfoy making a snide comment comparing our family to bunnies and how we can't help that we reproduce so quickly.

Whether they were ready to hear it or not I had to tell my parents and I had to tell them soon. Tonight I was going to sit my parents down and break the news, and maybe their hearts.

I arrived at the Burrow with five minutes to spare¸ so that I could stand outside and practice what I was going to say... Mum and dad, I have a riddle. What came first, the chicken or the egg? It doesn't really matter because I'm pregnant! / Is that Pigwidgeon flying out the window? No, that's just your respect for me because I got pregnant out of wedlock. / How many tries does it take to get your daughter accidentally pregnant? Well, the Chosen One couldn't do it, so he sent in Neville Longbottom as a reinforcement. He got it on the first try!

As hard as I tried to be funny I knew that I couldn't win them over with anything less than the truth. I was about to knock on the door when mum opened it widely in front of me. "For heaven's sake Ginny, your father and I have been watching you pace for the past ten minutes. I would've come out sooner, but your father told me to leave you." I always knew that I loved my dad for that reason.

Mum ushered me in and tried her best to warm me. "Ginny, you're freezing. Do you not have a proper jacket?"

"I have plenty of jackets mum, you know they do pay me to play Quidditch. It isn't just a fun hobby anymore." I joked with my mum. Since I had come into money I had tried to help out my parents as much as they would let me. The only way that they would ever let me pay for something was if I said, "But it's for the family." It got them every time.

Rushing over to dad I embraced him in a hug and said, "Staying out of trouble I presume?"

"As much as I can, but I have been conducting interviews with parents of muggle born children. You see, I'm collecting data and…" Dad's voice slowly trailed off as he caught the glare from mum. "Well, I guess that can wait for later."

"Arthur, we rarely get to see just our daughter, can't your story wait for another day?" They both agreed and they set me down for dinner. Mum had really outdone herself again and she made some of my favorite foods. I couldn't tell who was buttering up to whom. "So, Ginny, what has been new in your life?"

Other than the fact that Neville Longbottom impregnated me… nothing much.

"Hermione and I bought a new set of pans," which was the truth; we did buy an entire new set of pots and pans, so that we could each take one when Hermione and Ron got married.

"That's nice." Mum smiled, cutting into a rather large potato. "How was your sleepover at George's?"

I stopped in the middle of taking a bite of corn. Setting my fork back on my plate I ignored the glances from my parents. How much did George tell mum and dad? Or did Ron tell them everything after what I told him today? "It was nice to catch up with him and Ron." Which also happened to be the truth.

"And Harry?" Dad chimed in inconspicuously looking at his vegetables, "was it nice to see him too?"

"Not in the conditions under which we met, no." I mumbled.

"We were all looking for you and when Harry found you he sent us a Patronus saying that you were alright, then Fred gave us a call saying you were with George." Mum hadn't even noticed the mistake that she made. Dad and I both carefully looked at her and after a minute she looked toward the ceiling, "I still get them confused." She had a laugh at herself, "I bet Fred is looking down at us right now and saying, 'Honestly, you call yourself my mother, but you can't even tell what twin I am even after I died.'"

My family's sense of humor with Fred's death was a lot more free spirited than mine was. For my mother, I managed to smile, but that was about it.

"Are you excited for the new Quidditch season to start?" Dad asked excited, "You must be anxious to hop back on your broom and fly around. There isn't much space to fly where you live." Dad always tried his hardest to stay current with my life and he always enjoyed that I grew up more of a tomboy than a girl.

"I am really anxious to get back on my broom," which was another truth, but I didn't have the heart to tell them that I would miss an entire season, maybe even more.

"How is Hermione doing with all the wedding planning? Has she settled on a date?" Mum's question took me for a bit of a loop. The last time that Hermione had even discussed the wedding with me was before she found out I was pregnant.

"As far as I know she is keeping the wedding date this winter. I will have to double check with her though to make sure." So far I had kept the entire conversation without lying to my parents. I might not have told them everything, but as Ron learned earlier, not everyone needs to know everyone else's business.

The longer that I sat with my parents the less I wanted to tell them the news. I didn't know whether they would take it as good news or bad news. As time passed so did my willingness to share what I considered good news.

"Mum, what kind of carrots are these?" I asked rather to my plate than my mother.

"They're baby carrots dear. Since the garden has gone for the winter your father and I thought that we could go to a muggle grocery store and buy some carrots. These were called 'baby carrots' considering how small they are."

"Well then my plate and I have something in common because we're both having babies." I didn't mean to say it out loud, but it just sort of flew off of my tongue. Trying to capture the words out of thin air, I cupped my mouth and muttered a curse. I refused to look up from my plate to avoid the eyes of my parents. When I did look up, I looked toward Mum. She had tears welling in her eyes and a smile on her face.

"Ginny…" was all the courage she had to say.

I didn't dare look at Dad. I knew that he still thought of me as his little girl and I had gone and ruined it for him. "Ginny, that's wonderful news!" My mum offered, she got up from the table and came over to hug me. When she did, she twirled me around and I had the unfortunate displeasure of seeing Dad's face. His hands ran through his balding hair and his face looked more than peaky. His eyes imploringly met mine; searching for any sign that it wasn't true, but my eyes had confirmed his worst fears. He put his head down toward his plate and covered his eyes with his hand.

Mum took me out of her bear hug and started asking a million questions. Most of which I didn't know the answer to. Finally she set her sights on one question, "Alright, do we know the father?"

My eyes were fixated on my father, who had still said nothing. "I think you do? His parents were in the first Order of the Pheonix."

Dad raised his head at the word 'Order'. I could tell from his worried expression that he was thinking of the wrong parents, "Frank and Alice."

Mum wracked her brain, but Dad had already come to the right conclusion. "Neville Longbottom." Were the only words my father spoke.

"Yes." I mumbled weakly. I couldn't read my father anymore. He seemed to be shocked, but as unhappy as he looked he didn't seem to be overbearingly unhappy. "He was dorm mates with Ron and came back his seventh year. We were at Hogwarts when Voldemort was on the rise. He was one of the few that stood up to the Carrows and Snape. He was the one who killed Nagini."

"He even stood up to You-Know-Who," Mum added reassuringly, looking squarely at my father, who still did not say a word to me.

"Correct." I mumbled.

Dad muttered to excuse himself and he left outside to go to the shed. Mum gave me an encouraging side hug and said, "He'll come around dear. He always does."

It wasn't like they were hearing about their first grandchild. Almost everyone who was married had at least one child. The exception being George and Angelina. "Would you like some pie or something?"

"No mum, I really should get going. Would you like me to help and stay with dishes?" She smiled, but shook her head.

"Your father can do them when he gets in. He could use a distraction."

I said my goodbyes to my mother and apparated home. Without even really acknowledging where I was, I opened the door and let myself in. Upon seeing me, Neville stood up tall and said, "Ginny, I didn't know you were… are you okay?"

"I told my parents," I said, blankly staring toward the ceiling, "My dad didn't even have the heart to look at me."

Neville came over and wrapped his arms around me, trying to comfort me the only way he knew how. "I'm sorry Ginny, but I'm sure he'll turn around."

I took my arms around his waist and mumbled into his shirt, "I'm not so sure he will… hey, why are you at my apartment anyway?"

"Uh… Ginny, you came to my apartment." Taking my face out of his shirt, I realized that he was right. I had apparated to the wrong "home".

I gave a laugh with my teary eyes, "I just apparated 'home' and this is what I came up with."

Neville gave a chuckle and smiled at me, "So what if it was?"

Looking into Neville's eyes, I could see that his offer was genuine and that it hadn't been an impulsive decision to ask me. He just found the right timing to offer it to me. "Then I would consider myself to be an extremely lucky girl."

(A/N: 8/4/13- Hey! This so far has been one of my favorite chapters to write. The hospital scene in OOTP has always stuck with me ever since I read it. The character Neville is just so endearing and that's one of the things that I love about him. So let me know what you think down below and I will be super happy :) thanks!)