Chapter Ten

Morning Hermione

I am not going to lie this is quite possibly my favourite chapter in this story I hope you enjoy it too please review afterwards love C.J.

"Morning Hermione," her fiancee smiled at her as he rolled over in bed and almost squashed her. She smiled at him but there was a fierceness to the smile and he soon rolled back. Hermione loved Draco but no love is perfect and one of Draco's idiosyncrasies that annoyed Hermione was his belief that he owned the entire of their double bed. Hermione had lost count of the amount of times she had asked him to roll over or to stop hogging the covers.

"Morning Draco," she smiled back kissing him softly on the lips.

"What time are you at work?" he asked her as she exited the bed naked walking around the room trying to find her clothes.

"Do you mind?" She said angrily.

"I know what you look like without any clothes on." He replied in a relaxed tone. She rolled her eyes.

"About lunchtime."

"What?"

"The time I am going into work, lunchtime."

"Oh."

"Why do you have anything special planned?"

"No I just don't want you to spoil your appetite."

"Believe me Draco I know you are taking me out you've reminded me of the fact at least eight times this week and it's only tuesday. Besides aren't you having lunch with Harry and Ron?" The last part of the sentence came out muddled as she put a red jumper.

"What?" Draco asked "I can't hear you."

"I said aren't you meeting with Harry and Ron for lunch."

"Yeah I probably won't get a word in with Harry moping over that girl he kissed at my party. Hermione froze she almost felt her stomach contract as it tied itself in knots.

"What girl?" She said slowly her tone of voice obviously changed.

"I don't know some brown haired girl he had sex with at my party."

"Oh my goodness."

"What's up?"

"You are and idiot Draco Malfoy."

"That's strong words Hermione." He replied trying to look offended.

"Harry had sex with a brown haired girl at your party. Ginny had brown hair that night. Ginny has sex with a mystery man. Ginny is now having a baby. Ginny is now having Harry's baby. How did you not make that connection?" Hermione said all this as though she was explaining addition to very small child.

"Oh Merlin." Draco said his face more pale than usual. He rushed out of bed and Hermione grabbed a pair of jeans hurriedly putting them on. Draco watched her running out of the room. Hermione felt her heart pound in her chest she felt as though the secret she knew was visibly bearing down on her. She opened the door to Ginny's room which was obviously empty.

The bed was neatly made and a small pile of baby books had accumulated at the bottom of the bed. On the bed was a small piece of paper with the words "at mums" written in Ginny's handwriting. Hermione thought for a minute and then still not wearing any shoes disapparted.

"Harry," she shouted as she ran through the flat, not bothering to knock she ran straight into Harry's room.

"Seriously Hermione," he said sleepily once he realised who it was "what do you want from me at this time in the morning?"

"Harry," she said seriously sitting on the end of the bed. "The girl you kissed at Draco's party. What did she look like?"

"Err I'm not sure Hermione she was a bit taller than you, brown hair, blue eyes, pretty. How do you even know about this?" He rubbed his eyes.

"Draco told me," she said quickly. "Harry haven't you thought that girl might be Ginny?"

"She didn't have sex with someone at Draco's party did she she oh," the sentence which had started fluently broke down into a mass of words. Hermione looked up at Harry who was distinctly pale. "She's having my baby." He said "Oh Merlin she's." He paused and looked at Hermione. Nothing further was needed to be said between them. "Where is she?"

"The Burrow telling her parents I imagine."

"I have to go," Harry said quickly jumping out of bed. Hermione moved out of his way at he grabbed a pair of jeans and hurriedly put them on. He didn't bother to change his boxers or t-shirt and grabbing his glasses he disappeared. Hermione was left with an empty room. Feeling there was nothing else for her to do she also disaparated.

"Hello?" Shouted Ron out of his bedroom he was sure he has heard the familiar pop of someone apparting but when no one materialised he headed back to bed.

"Ginny," Harry said breathlessly. He had materialised just outside the Burrow. He felt the cold grass under his bare feet. He stood up and ran the hundred or so metres to the achingly familiar lopsided building in front of him. As she reached the door he hear Ginny's voice say.

"Well I know it's a bit early for a call but I had to get something of my chest. The thing is-"

"No!" Harry shouted running in front of Ginny and her parents.

"Harry my boy," Arthur smiled. "What on earth are you doing here? Not that you're not welcome."

"Hello Harry dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled and Harry felt himself being embraced in a large hug.

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley can I have a word with Ginny alone please?"

"Of course Harry dear nothing's the matter is it?" Molly asked in a worried voice.

"No no no," Harry replied a bit quickly and if Mrs. Weasley didn't trust him so implicitly she would't have left the pair alone.

"Ok we'll be in the kitchen if you need us." She smiled.

"Hi Harry," Ginny smiled at him when her parents had left the room "what's the crisis?" Harry looked at her large blue eyes and concern for him sprung out. He didn't know how he hadn't seen in earlier but he loved Ginny Weasley.

"The baby," he said slowly. "It's mine."

"I beg your pardon." Ginny said her brow furrowed in anger.

"I am the father of your baby, our baby. I had sex with a brown haired girl at the party."

"Ok," She said slightly angrily.

"That was you Gin. Who else could it be?"

"I don't know some bimbo."

"Gin you had brown hair that night, the girl I kissed had brown hair." Ginny opened her pocket. Her hand were shaking a little as she pulled out a picture she had hidden there weeks ago. She opened it crumbled as it was. Harry tried to look over her shoulder wondering what she was peering at. He saw a picture of himself, his hair messy as always. He was kissing a brown haired girl, her countenance hidden by a mass of dark brown hair. Harry was confused.

"Where did she get that picture from?" He wondered but in spite of himself he could not force his eyes away. The girl put up a hand to her face and pulled her hair back. There could be no mistake. The girl in the photograph was Ginny Weasley.