Because Ron kept tugging Harry along and prattling on about those men's topics, Ginny was eventually left with her elbow propped on the table, her cheek resting in her hand, looking around with nothing to do—then she noticed Luna standing by a pillar, dressed up as a Hufflepuff.
At a glance, Ginny was already used to the oddness of Luna's outfit. What was strange, though, was that the lady of the Malfoy family was serving at Luna's side like a maid. Ginny noticed in surprise that Narcissa seemed to have spent quite a while earnestly persuading Luna before finally getting her to sit down, and had even draped a thin blanket over the graceful, curvaceous figure Luna was imitating as a Hufflepuff...
The young witch, a devoted lover of romance novels whose mind was always circling around rather unhealthy thoughts, suddenly sat up straight. She covered her mouth with her hand, shaken to the core—then, to confirm her suspicions, Ginny simply tugged Mrs. Weasley's sleeve and pointed in Luna's direction.
Mrs. Weasley looked in Luna's direction in bewilderment when she heard this. Unsurprisingly, she found that the good girl who used to live nearby had dressed herself up in some strange fashion again. Then, unexpectedly, she saw that the witch from the Black family, who had always looked down on her back in school and had been thoroughly detestable, was squeezing lemon juice into the odd girl's drink in Hufflepuff's Cup. Naturally, she also noticed that the fullness around Luna's belly seemed to be more than just some imitation effect.
Molly instantly felt the blood rush to her head. Her hand clenched the tablecloth in front of her, but reason still made her lower her voice; otherwise, Ginny would have been even more terrified. "How could Allen be so reckless?