As soon as his arms wrapped around her, the tears could no longer be abated. By the time she spoke again, sniffling, she was certain she'd soaked through his shirt. "I just don't understand how this could have happened," she said, her voice as close to a whine as it was capable of getting, as she pulled back enough to look up at him with red-rimmed eyes. "I am meticulous with my birth control, especially with my aunt getting pregnant out of nowhere! And the magical sorts are generally more reliable than the muggle ones, and it just doesn't make sense!"
It helped that whatever excitement he might have felt was hidden enough for him to be supportive of whatever she would decide to do. But she knew that she was nowhere near the right frame of mind to make any sort of decision, even if her initial response was to make it go away as quickly as possible, for it to not be happening in the first place.