Okay, so, I love you. That was awkward, I know, but I am thrilled with the response of the first chapter. It makes it all the more frustrating that I'll be moving tomorrow and starting school on Wednesday where I will be taking 18 hours plus a one hour lab and working at least two jobs (yes, I am insane). But I promise I will write and post as much as I can!

And there are some politics in this chapter, nothing too drastic or unreasonable if you ask me, since every other unplanned preggo fic seems to be rather Mary-Sue-ish and unreasonable. Art imitates life and everyone has these moments in this type of situation. Now, onward! To chapter 2!

So much for my chances of the neighbors ever liking me…Ginny's mind sighed as she leaned on her front door, making sure it was kept locked magically.

"Gin! I deserve to know! Is this real, or just a scare?!" Harry yelled for what could be approximately the billionth time through Ginny's thankfully strong flat door.

"I don't see how that's any of your business! Remember what I said when I slammed the door in your face an hour ago?!" Ginny yelled back.

They were over, broken up, kaput.

"Really, Gin." Hermione's reasonable voice rang through, "You're not being fair." Ginny turned her attention to her fireplace, where Hermione' head was scolding from. She had floo'd for conversation as soon as she could.

"I don't have to be reasonable, I'm single again." Ginny responded, knowing that her answer really didn't make much sense.

"Doesn't matter if you're single or not, the question is are you pregnant?!" Harry's voice cut through the oak.

"Don't see how that concerns you." Ginny responded, and she could practically hear Hermione roll her eyes.

"Are you saying you cheated on me?" Harry asked in a much smaller voice.

"No, I'm not that bad. I'm saying you drive me insane, can't get along with any of my friends, constantly nag, won't open up, and are an all around bad boyfriend and I won't be taking any part in this from here on out."

"Part in what?"

"This! This charade! This insane idea that we're meant to be, that we belong together. I want you out of my life, Harry Potter! And if I see you round here again, I'll call the police!"

"I'm an Auror, they'll be on my side." Harry responded, much quieter this time.

"The muggle police! I'm surprised they haven't been called yet, with all the yelling you've been doing."

"I--I don't believe you."

"About what?"

"I don't think you'll really do all this. Besides, if you are pregnant, your family will just tell me straight away."

"Not if I'm not speaking to them, either." Ginny answered with an evil grin.

Several gasps of people who were trying very hard not to be noticed on Hermione's side of the floo were heard, much to Ginny's amusement.

"What are you getting at, Ginny?" Hermione's face was shoved out of the way, and Mrs. Weasley's took her place.

"I'm saying that for the past three months, you've all been driving me absolutely mad, and I know I've done the same. Farther back then three months, really. Since I've been back. And we all need a break. So, consider this…a bit of a holiday."

"What about the children?" Molly questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Ginny thought for a moment, she really did enjoy her nieces and nephews, and was the aunt that was always able to watch them when need be.

"There's an apparation point about a block away, walk from there, bring them to the door, and I'll let them in once whoever's bringing them over is gone. We can plan these by owl." Ginny answered, feeling a bit smug.

"So you're not leaving the country again?" Harry asked through the door.

"Not planning on it, then again, I wasn't planning on it before, so who knows what will happen."

"But being angry doesn't give you any right to not tell me whether or not you're having my baby!" Harry added, his anger returning.

"I'm blocking the door! If you don't leave within the next five seconds, I'm calling the police!" Ginny answered, turning to look through the peep hole. Harry looked very flustered, unsure what to do.

"One…"

"Gin--"

"Two..!"

"Really!"

"Three, I'm getting the phone!"

"Fine!"

With a disgruntled huff, Harry stormed off, over to the apparation point to return to the Weasley house, undoubtedly.

Ginny quickly grabbed her wand and put every protection spell she could think of on her door and windows. And when she was done, she turned to fireplace, where her outraged mother had watched all of this, and stuck her foot in there, making the face retract. She blocked it, too, and so as to prevent any regrets later, put every candle she owned into her fire place as a reminder, and because she'd seen it in a muggle magazine and thought it looked pretty.

"Now," Ginny said to herself, "I've done it. I'm free. Broken up with Harry, getting a much needed break from my family, and it's just me, my work, my flat, my cat, and my…unplanned…pregnancy."

After a moment of letting those words hang in the air, Ginny burst into tears, "What have I done?!" she wailed to no one in particular, although it could have been her fireplace full of candles, "I'm not ready for a baby! Not alone, especially! My family's completely insane, and so are my friends! I'm almost convinced my mum was drunk and Harry's wedding, and Luna broke up a marriage! And I don't have space for this, either! I'll have to give up my office for a stupid nursery! And as soon as I pop it out, Harry's going to be here constantly, and then all we'll do is fight, and the kids first words will be 'stupid git' or whatever Harry acts like the most, and everyone will call me a bad mum, and then my parents will take it away, and I'll forever be the worst person ever and no one wants to date a girl who's fertile." Ginny spilled out loud, not wanting to think about having this kid ever.

There's always the alternative. Ginny thought grimly. In fact, she knew of a clinic just a few blocks away from where she lived. A muggle building, a crisis building. She could go there, no one would see her, and she could just see what it would be like, to have this…removed.

She could just tell her family that it was a mistake, or that she lost it. It's believable, despite being completely nauseating, but just looking couldn't hurt. Who ever got in trouble for merely peeking into possibilities? That's not against any rule. So, there, she would just have a peek at the place, see what they had to say.

Oh, sure, she might be picketed, people were always too dramatic. So it was decided, she would just go and have a peek.

Without so much as looking at anyone else on the street, Ginny just about marched down to the muggle pregnancy crisis center, a seemingly normal place. It even had glass double doors, like a muggle shop.

"I wouldn't go in there," an oddly familiar voice came into Ginny's ears. With a start, Ginny looked around her, trying to find the voice. Off in a little café across the street, was a eerily familiar face and blonde hair and plenty of tattoos raised his coffee cup to her…

CRACK-CRACK-BOOM!!

Ginny flinched, covering up her ears, and looked up in horror as she dodged a bit of debris from the place where the crisis center once stood.

"I had an appointment in there," a very pregnant, shocked looking woman gasped, standing next to Ginny. "I'm due next week, and my doctor was going to check me out, get another sonogram! THEY WERE GOOD DOCTORS, YOU IGNORANT PRICKS!" the woman suddenly roared at the building, "Bloody fundamentalists, so pro-life they kill good doctors…IT WASN'T JUST FOR ABORTIONS!" Ginny just blinked at the woman before finding her voice.

"We were almost in there!" she breathed, "we almost blew up!"

"Yeah, looks like you've got a guardian angel." the woman replied, looking at her belly affectionately, "I never had one before, but the little one seems to. Oh, this is a sad day, my poor doctor."

Okay, I get it, don't look into getting and abortion, and definitely don't get an abortion. Ginny's mind pointed out to herself. With a sudden realization, Ginny turned back to the café where her, for lack of a better term, guardian angel seemed to be. The oddly familiar blonde man…