Harry woke up with the sunlight glaring him in the eye and threatening to blind him. He groaned and rolled over. Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on how close to the edge he was and fell off the bed. Harry groaned again, blinking a few times. Wasn't his bed bigger than… oh. He looked up at the "bed" realizing that it wasn't a bed, but rather the couch.

Harry gazed around at the room he was in. Well, at least it was his living room. Fancy waking up in the house of some stranger. He slowly pulled himself to his feet, and found himself face to face with a red headed fury.

"And where were you last night?" Ginny growled.

"Went for a walk," Harry replied sharply, it was way too early for this.

"At one in the morning?" Ginny retorted, "yeah, right, who is she?"

"Who is who?" Harry asked.

"The woman you're seeing."

"I'm not seeing any…"

"Then what the hell are you doing out at one in the morning?" Ginny asked.

"I went to Ron's."

"At one in the morning?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

"Ron was probably asleep."

"Well he wasn't."

"Liar, where did you go?"

"I told you already! I went to Ron's."

"Am I really supposed to believe that, Harry Potter?" Ginny spat.

"Believe what you like I'm telling the truth," Harry replied. Ginny just gave him a hard, cold glare.

"Mm-hmm," she said, still clearly not believing him, "fine, we'll figure this out later. Go put some clothes on, we're going to mum's."

"Again?"

"She's my mother," Ginny replied, "and she's quite ill. I would appreciate it if you'd be more sympathetic to my plight."

Harry just scowled.

"It's not like she's going to die," Harry grumbled.

"Harry," Ginny scolded, "always so rude, I would appreciate it if you would be more sympathetic to my distress."

"She's got a cold, no one fucking dies from a cold!" Harry replied.

Ginny just gasped.

"Since when did you become so cold-hearted?"

"Since when did you become such a bitch?"

"I'm just trying to make the best of things, what with a boyfriend like you."

"Well I'm the one stuck with a girlfriend like you." Ginny's gaze turned to ice.

"Go put some clean clothes on," she ordered, "we're going to my mothers, and we're going to act like a happy couple, and you're going to act like a happy boyfriend who loves me very much, understood?"

"I'm not your fucking slave," Harry grumbled.

"And I don't fucking care, you will do as I say." Harry scowled, but complied. Figuring as soon as he got there he could just run off with the other men and get away from Ginny. Anything to get away from Ginny.

Harry could feel his plastic grin slipping as each second ticked by. Mrs. Weasley had healed quite well, considering that all she had was a cold, and one dose of pepper-up potion cured her in the space of a few minutes. Ginny still doted on her like the kind and faithful daughter she was pretending to be. Harry let his smile fade away, quickly replaced by a scowl as he glared down at his plate.

"Hello Harry," Harry's head shot up, his fake grin quickly setting itself into place again.

"Hello Hermione," Harry said cheerfully. Hermione said nothing else. She walked over, giving Mrs. Weasley a quick kiss on the cheek and giving Ginny a hug, before taking a seat. Ron followed suit behind her, quickly sitting himself next to Harry.

"Oh, it's so lovely that you two could come!" Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully, clearly not noticing the tension that was rapidly building in the room.

"We nearly didn't make it," Hermione said, "we had to stop by the doctor's for a check-up."

"A check-up? Whatever for?" Mrs. Weasley said.

Hermione gave a smile almost as fake as Harry's.

"I'm pregnant," she said.

"Oh you are?" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly, "how lovely! My first grand-child!" Hermione beamed. Mrs. Weasley turned her eyes to Ron, but Ron was busy staring at his plate. She let it pass and turned back towards Hermione.

"How long have you known?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Two weeks," Hermione said. Harry's head shot up. Two weeks? Then why hadn't Ron mentioned it earlier?

"So long? And you didn't tell me?"

"Well, you know how we had problems with the last one," Hermione said, "I wanted to be sure before I told you."

"Oh well, that's all right then, but this is wonderful news! Isn't it just exciting Ginny?"

"Absolutely," Ginny replied, "have you thought about names?"

"A bit," Hermione admitted, "If it's a boy, I wanted to name him after my father, but Ron disagrees, he thinks he should be named Arthur."

So not only had Ron known, but they'd been talking about baby names already?

"Oh, that's so sweet Ronnie!" Mrs. Weasley gushed. Ron gave a tight lipped smile.

"And what about a girl?" Ginny asked.

"Rose," Hermione said, "we've both agreed already."

"Ron can I talk to you," Harry said suddenly, "outside?"

"Uh… sure," Ron said, standing up. Harry followed suit.

"Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, let them go Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said, "let the boys have their talk."

And boy, would they have a talk.