'I'm pregnant...' Ginny thought to herself, boarding the plane. 'Mother will never forgive me!' She had gone to America for a year to study the way of the Muggles.

Her mother had warned her… Her mother had told her that the muggles were bigger on sex than she was… Told her that the boys there were more persuasive than the wizards.

But did she listen?

No. She didn't.

What she didn't know was that the Americans were so DAMN charming! after six months she met this man... So charming...

She closed her eyes, pretending that she wasn't pregnant if not just for a moment, but she was. She walked slowly to her seat, sitting down with her head in her hands.

She knew that her mother loved muggles, but to find out that she knew a muggle all of six months and just had sex with him?

No.

Her father would disown her for sure! She lay her head back and whimpered, tears sliding down her porcelain cheeks. What was wrong with her? Her father had taught her. And if there was only one thing her daddy taught her it was definitely the word no.

"Hey, whats the crying for Weasley?" She looked up. It couldn't be! Could it? It was! She was staring into the face of Draco Malfoy!

She groaned. That was just what she needed... Wait! It was just what she needed! She turned around and grabbed him by the front of his leather jacket. He looked even more surprised by her sudden actions than she was.

"What are you doing here!?" she asked in a loud whisper. He sighed. "Same as you. I got the scholarship too." She nodded. They had both gone up for the same scholarship at Hogwarts which went up the year after Ginny left.

She had won, as had the certain Slytherin boy. She smiled at the sight of him. She had an idea!

She lifted his jacket to take a look at his appearance. He was oddly patient, allowing her to do this with only a confused scowl on his face. "What are you doing Weasley?" he asked finally as she slid her hands through his hair.

She grinned finally. "You're perfect!" she shouted clapping her hands wildly. "I know," he said, fixing his hair. "Why?" She smiled.

"I have a proposition for you, but you have to promise me that you'll do it." He sighed. "It depends. I mean if you want me to call you a bitchy red head all day I'm fine with that. But if you want to tie me up and have me compliment you all day, well darling, that isn't happening."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You just can't be mean if you say no, ok?" He nodded. "Fine. What is it?" She leaned over and whispered it into his ear. "NO WAY IN HELL!"