"Damn, Damn, Damn." A redheaded girl stumbled through the cold and dark corridors of Hogwarts School, she was trying desperately not to fall and move as quickly as possible at the same time. It was not the best idea she had ever had. In fact this whole night had not been the best idea she had ever had.

"OUCH!" The girl squeaked as she fell flat on her face. With all the strength she possessed she picked herself up off the floor and clambered clumsily to her feet, She looked around sheepishly to make sure no one had seen and she was lucky, though what anyone would be doing out of their rooms at this time... She took off again towards the Staircase; hurtling up the stairs as fast as she could, a flash of red hair as she darted upwards, before coming to an abrupt halt outside a portrait. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

The girl practically fell into the Common room; she looked up and stopped dead.

"Hi Hermione," The girl said trying to act innocent – trying being the key word. Forcing a smile on her face as she looked around, it was only her and Hermione in the room, which was a saving grace.

"Ginny Weasley, you were out all night, where on earth have you been?" Hermione screeched, she looked annoyed as she swotted her bushy brown hair away from her face, clearly she'd waited up, and that filled Ginny with guilt, she hadn't intended to worry the older girl.

"Er..." Ginny said idiotically, there was absolutely no way she could say anything without getting herself into further trouble, in fact if she said anything at all it would cause more than just a bit of trouble.

"Are you drunk?" Hermione asked Ginny very slowly, she looked suspicious, Ginny froze, Hermione was the only person who ever saw past her lies, there would be no acting herself out of this one. Especially since her face was flushed, and she was struggling to hold herself up right.

"That depends on what your definition of drunk is, and how far you'd take… Tipsy would be a better description." Ginny replied smoothly. But she knew full well that her appearance ratted her out. She couldn't possibly look worse. She was sure her hair was matted, and when she'd gotten ready to walk back to the common room she was sure a few buttons were left out of their proper holes in her shirt.

"Ginny, your brother asked me to look after you, and what about Harry?" Hermione groaned as Ginny scowled, this wasn't where she wanted the conversation to go.

"I don't need looking after, thank you very much, and as for Harry, well, who gives a damn!" Ginny replied angrily, Hermione looked at her with pity laced eyes, but Ginny did not want to hear whatever she had to say on the subject. "Anyway, I need some sleep, can we just forget this? Ron doesn't need to know, and Hermione stop thinking of Harry when you think of me… What's done is done."

"Hermione, what's the date?" Ginny called to Hermione from the bathroom of their dorm, which was a benefit of Hermione coming back to finish her schooling. Though sometimes it was hard, Hermione was so loved up, and Ginny was not…

"The twenty-first, why?" Hermione replied from her bed where she sat surrounded by a number of books, She waited for some sort of a reply, but it never came. "Ginny are you alright?"

Ginny appeared, she looked anxious and Hermione became instantly concerned, she'd been acting funny for a while, disinterested and distracted.

"Hermione, I don't think I'm going to my lessons today, can you just tell them I'm ill?" Ginny asked quietly as she padded over to her bed, Hermione watched her like a hawk.

"Gin, what's up? Do you want me to take you to the hospital wing?" Hermione questioned, she was really beginning to worry, and Ginny knew if she pushed her friend any further like this it wouldn't be long before Ron found out something was up, but Ginny didn't want to think about that just yet.

"I'm fine, Hermione, I promise, just can you cover for me please, I'm just tired," Ginny insisted, Hermione still looked suspicious but nodded, just for today she would cover for Ginny.

Ginny was sat out under the cool April sun, beside looking agitated was Hermione, concern was starting to get to her as Ginny continued to act out of odds. The redhead had called her out here to talk and yet she had said nothing for a while.

"Ginny-"

"I was with Selene, the Ravenclaw you don't like, well some of her friends turned up at the room of requirement, it turned into a bit of a party. I didn't mean to drink as much as I did, I honestly didn't." Ginny looked down at her hands as she spoke, twisting them together repeatedly, she was nervous that much Hermione knew, but she didn't understand where the conversation was going.

"The next thing I know I'm dancing, it was great, for the first time there was something hot and heated between me and another person… I never had that with Harry, the heat. I was always treated like a porcelain doll, and I'm not I'm perfectly capable… I'm sexy, and for the first time I felt it." Ginny smiled to herself, secretly Hermione knew what she was talking about, Ron and her had something, a fire, but Harry had always been different with Ginny. "There was just this one… And Hermione it was like every touch sent fireworks going off and… and then we were kissing." Ginny said quietly, Hermione had to lean in to hear it, but there was no mistaking what Ginny was saying.

"Things were blurring together, it was just me and him, lights and fireworks, and then we were moving, and it just didn't stop… It was amazing Hermione, and I hate myself for that…"

"Ginny, who?"

"I'm sorry, alright, I was drunk," Tears begun to glide down Ginnys rosy cheeks, and the expression on her face was different… Something was wrong. "He's different…and it's not like he's a Deatheater Hermione, he's just like you."

Hermione stopped, and Ginny's confession felt like she'd just been punched in the stomach, the air left her lungs and she gasped, her hands gripped Ginny's, and the colour left her face.

"He tried to kill Dumbledore, he nearly killed your brother, Ginny how could you?" Hermione demanded, she looked hurt, confused, and so…

"I'm pregnant."