a/n; idk, i just watched the movie Juno (ace movie, btw) and it made me wanna write a pregnancy fic xP i hope you like it!
also, i took a couple of quotes from Juno, so if you recognise them, don't yell at me for claiming them as my own. because i'm not. okay? ok.
and some of them are things i actually say in life xP such as "Fuckitty fuck fuck." xD
rated T for LOTS of language and stuff lyke that
set directly after the battle in DH. like, the week after.
tell me if you thought anything was funny :)
introduction
No.
No, that can't be right.
Better try another one.
DAMN IT.
That stupid little pink plus sign!
I don't trust it.
Looks more like a division sign to me.
Another one?
FUCK.
A smiley face.
Great, now I'm crying.
How am I going to break this to Harry?
I'm only sixteen!
Fuck.
Fuckitty, fuck, fuck.
Oh, right, that's what got me in this situation in the first place.
Oh, crap.
Ron.
He'll go fucking apeshit.
Hermione'll...understand?
Who am I kidding?
The most logical girl in the school, understand a knocked up teenager?
Psshhhh.
Yeah.
Right.
She's my best bet, though.
And Mum?
Oh, I can just hear her now.
"Ginerva Molly Weasley! You're pregnant!?!?"
And then things would be thrown.
Such as knives.
...And possibly Teddy.
OH SHIT.
TEDDY.
Harry is NOT going to like having two kids at seventeen, with a girlfriend who's underage.
He was guilty enough having sex with me.
"But you're technically a minor-"
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me."
That's the LAST time I let George get me piss-drunk.
That little fucker's probably laughing
his ass off right now.
Idiot.
He'll have a jolly ole time with my situation.
"Hey fatso. How's my little rulebreaker in there, eh? It's gonna hurt like a bitch when you pop it out. Sucks to be you."
Oh, and if Fred were here, he'd be ten times worse.
"Ooh, I just know they're going to be twins like me and Georgie! You should name them Gred and Forge, in tribute to your favourite brothers! Oh, and if they go missing in the middle of the night, it's just me needing a Bludger target."
But, of course, Fred's not here. Which sucks monkey nuts.
I should tell everyone at dinner tonight.
With the whole family there.
Oh, what fun we will have.
Charlie's gonna laugh, choke, and then faint once he realises I'm serious.
Ron'll strangle Harry, and then my baby won't have a father.
Hermione will slap me.
Mum will throw things.
Bill will lecture me and Fleur will gush about how wonderful it will be to have a baby in the family.
My dad will probably just sit there, blinking.
Luna will nod absently and eat her pudding.
Neville will probably end up choking and possibly dying of shock.
And George will start up on me automatically.
"Pregnant? Oh, boy, Gin. Last out of the womb, first to get one in there, is that how it works? Oh, wait, you're the only Weasley who CAN get pregnant. None of us guys have to push one out. Haha. Sucks to be you."
Yes, that's how his sentences will always end in the pregnancy situation.
And yes, it does suck to be me.
And there's Mum calling me for dinner, and the crashing as my brothers thunder down the stairs to see who can get turkey in their mouth first.
Sigh.
Time to tell them.
a/n; sucky place to end it, i know. but i wanted her to tell them in the next chapter. did anyone like it enough to leave a nice, pretty review:)