DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to J K Rowling!
AN:/ Sorry about the lack of update. I'm back at school again ... but enjoy!
"Are you sure you're alright, Ginny?" Mum asked when I left the bathroom after puking up yet again.
"I'm fine, Mum."
"Well, if you ask me, puking up every morning does not seem like you're fine to me," Mum said, following me into my room.
"You're not purposely making yourself sick, are you? I've heard about girls puking up to make -"
"Mum, believe me. I'm not making myself sick. Puking up every morning is the last thing I want," I said, going over to my wardrobe and pulling some clothes out for the day.
"I don't understand why it's happening every morning unless…" she trailed off and the gasped. I froze with my back towards her.
"You're not pregnant are you?" I whipped around to face her, my face whitening.
"Merlin's beard! You are! Oh my … look at you! How could I have missed this? I've given birth to seven children myself … you're glowing! Your breast have grown and you're hips have gotten bigger!" I marched towards the door and shut it.
"Mum, keep it down!"
"No, I will not keep it down! Ginny, you've only just turned 16! You're barely past the age of needing a teddy bear!"
"Mum, please!" I begged looking at the door, afraid that the entire family was going to come running in. Mum was fuming.
"I want to know who the father us!"
"Well, he's … erm … I," I stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. Mum wailed - sounding a lot like Moaning Myrtle - and flopped down onto my bed.
"You don't even know who the father is!"
"Yes, I do!" I yelled, my face turning a deep crimson. How dare Mum think I was some slag that would go around sleeping with so many guys. Harry was my first, thank you very much.
"Who is it, then!" Mum cried. "Why won't you tell me?"
"Because … I-"
"It's that Dean, isn't it? Last I heard is that you two were together."
"Dean? Mum, you must be crazy if you think I hooked up with him."
"Then tell me who it is, Ginny! I'm your mother!" I turned away from her. I refused to tell her. I cannot just tell her. I won't tell her.
"Where are you going?" I asked as Mum stormed out of my room and down the stairs. I ran after her.
"Mum!" she walked into the kitchen where Dad, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill and Fleur were all sat having breakfast.
"Well, if I can't get it out of you then I'm sure your father can," Mum said, standing behind Dad with her hands on her hips.
"Mum, please don't do this to me" I begged, weakly. Everyone was looking around anxiously at the two of us, clearly confused. I didn't blame them, Mum rarely ever brought Dad into arguments.
"What's going on, Molly?" Dad said, looking at me. My heart was in my throat. Mum took a deep breath.
"Mum, please?"
"Your little girl is pregnant," she said. I closed my eyes and groaned as I heard everyone stand up and yell 'What!"
"Ginny, what is your mother talking about?" Dad asked, walking around the table to stand in front of me. I looked down at my feet, refusing to meet my father's eyes.
"Ginny?"
"It's true," I said, breaking the silence.
"Who did this to you!" Bill said, walking up to me.
"I don't want to tell you," I mumbled, still not looking up.
"It wasn't Dean was it?" George asked, sounding worried.
"No but she won't say who it is," Mum said. I started to cry. This, of course, shocked everyone. I hardly ever cried so when I did no one knew what to do … apart from Mum. She walked around the table over to me and wrapped her arms around me.
"It's okay, Ginny. It'll be okay. We're not angry at you. We just want to help you," she said, stroking my hair as I turned my face into her shoulder.
"It's just …" I started to say but then Charlie cut me off.
"You weren't … raped, were you?" he asked, which only made me cry harder.
"Charlie!" Mum gasped.
"Well, she's crying and-"
"It was Harry," I said, my voice sounding all muffled. Even though I couldn't see, I could tell everyone had frozen. Mum stopped stroking my hair and someone dropped something on the floor. I stepped away from Mum to see everyone staring at me, their eyes wide and mouth's hanging open.
"Harry ..ra-"
"Merlin, No! No!" I cried. Oh my Godric, they thought I was raped …. Hm, I didn't quite correct Charlie, did I?
"You weren't … raped?" Dad asked. I shook my head.
"No, it was … completely …," Dear Merlin, I couldn't believe I was actually saying this in front of my family. "It was consensual." This probably shocked my family even more.
"We started dating after the we won the Quidditch cup. Harry had detention that day so he wasn't at the match and when he came back we were all celebrating and I ran up to him and hugged him and he kissed me … in front of all the Gryffindors," I said, smiling at the memory.
"And you had-"
"No! We were dating for some after before that happened," I said, once again turning a deep crimson. Really, is that what my family thought of me?
"Harry was here for a few days … how come we never saw you two together?" Fred asked. I looked down at my feet.
"We broke up … after Dumbledore's funeral."
"I'm going to kill him. How dare he leave you like this-"
"He's already got one wizard chasing after him, I think that's enough!" I snapped.
"Ginny, how could you-"
"No! This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. You'd judge him on just this one thing and not look at what he's done for everyone" I said, looking around at everyone individually. "What hasn't Harry done for us? Half of this family would not have been here if it wasn't for him. I would have died 5 years ago, if he had not saved me from the Chamber of Secrets. Ron would have died from poisoning and Dad ….,"a shiver ran down my spine. "Harry has done everything for the Wizarding world. He has never thought about himself and his life. It has always been the safety of others. So he screwed up in this one area but he wasn't alone. I screwed up too. We're both at fault here but if you want to blame anyone, it's me. Don't you dare stand there and blame Harry."
"Ginny, you're underage and he left you like this!"
"He doesn't know!" I screamed out. "I didn't tell him." I broke down crying again. Mum reached out towards me but I pulled away.
"I was going to tell him but then he broke up with me. He said that he didn't want to give Voldemort a reason to use me to get to him. He just wanted to keep me safe." I looked up and saw Mum wiping her eyes. "What's done is done. No one can go back now and change what's happened. Besides, even if I could, I wouldn't this baby is mine. It's become a part of me and I love her," I said, wrapping my arms around my growing abdomen. Right now it was just a small bump but it was visible if you looked closely.
"Her?" Fred asked.
"I think so … it feels like it," I shrugged.
"Ginny, do you have any idea what danger-"
"I would be in if the others found out that I'm carrying Harry Potter's baby, then yes I do but no one needs to know about the child's father," I said, tears welling up in my eyes again at the thought of my baby might have to grow up in a world without her father because he was on the run or … worse. I shuddered at the thought.
"I want this baby … more than anything right now and as my family, I need you to support me." Dad took a step closer and pulled me into a hug. He was quiet through out that entire conversation but I guess he was alright with this … or else he was just beginning to understand it.
"We'll always support you. No matter what. Weasley's stick together," he whispered. One by one everyone came up to me to hug me.
"You are a brave girl, Ginny," Fleur said, patting my cheek. I smiled at her genuinely for the first time.
"Thank you," I whispered.
No, we weren't dating for a very long time but I knew that I was pretty much in love with Harry after he saved me from the Chamber of Secrets. When he kissed me that day in front of the Gryffindors after the match in the common room, it was like a dream come true. I felt like I was on cloud nine. Those 2 to 3 months Harry and I were dating felt like something else from another's life. We were happy together. Really happy. It was like the last 2 pieces of the jigsaw puzzle had fit together and we were finally living life like we should have been. I sat down on my bed and thought back to that night. Ron was on prefect duty and Harry and I had lost track of time out of the Quidditch pitch. He caught sight of us and so naturally, we ran away. We found refuge in the Room of Requirement where … things got a little hot and steamy. I wanted to go back to that night in the room. I want to relive that night all over again. It wasn't far how just when everything so right, it went all wrong. But then again, when has life ever been fair?