DISCLAIMER: If you are still delusional enough to think that I am J.K. Rowling than please call a doctor.
A/N: THIS IS A TEASER FOR CHAPTER 4!
Word count: 200+
Ginny Potter woke up on Sunday morning dreading the day before it even began. To start off, she had the sudden urge to puke. In her hurry to get to the toilet, she stubbed her toe on the door hinge. What made matters worse was the fact that once she reached the toilet her hair fell into her face, leaving her soft locks coated in vomit.
"Bloody hell," Ginny muttered, quickly washing off her hair and face. What a wonderful start to such a wonderful day, Ginny though bitterly.
Ginny stomped back to her bed only to see that it was empty. One side of it was made in such a messy, yet adorable, way that Ginny wouldn't expect anyone but Harry to have made it.
She looked up when she heard a noise heading her way.
"Ginny! It's nearly noon and your not ready yet," Harry exclaimed walking towards her. He stop, startled when he saw tears running down her cheeks. "Hey, are you okay?"
"No, I am not bloody okay," Ginny whispered in a deadly low voice. Harry took a step back, looking at her as if she would implode at any moment. "Are you just going to stand there? Say something!"
Ginny could sense Harry's hesitation and resisted the urge to yell at him.
"I want you to get an abortion."
A/N: Sorry, I know. This is another extremely short chapter! I hope that this answers some questions. And if it doesn't...*evil smirk* it may get answered in the next chapter. Some of the reviewers are asking good questions, which means i'm not going to answer it. You'll just jave to read and see. Fight in next chapter!