A/N: I was working on the next part of "Harry Meets the Tardis" when my muse attacked me over the head with a club. Apparently there is a need to see what the other half of the cheating party was up too. My muse wants Ginny to make an appearance and who am I to argue with my muse? So here is what Ginny is thinking since she left Draco and Harry's loft. One final note, I am not a big fan of Ginny so this is slightly Ginny bashing.

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Ginny paced her sitting home. She couldn't believe how badly her plan had fucked its self up all because of some beer. She had been putting her plans into motion finally after working on it for almost two years. She did all the research she needed to have, knew all of the laws, knew what potions to use, how long to be in the persons presence and what the outcome of everything would be, and what happens? It all goes to shit in a handbag all because of a few bottles of beer.

"FUCK!" She shouted as she stopped to sit down on her sofa with her head in her hands.

It was never suppose to be Draco at the loft but rather it was suppose to be Harry, her Harry. She had been so sure that Draco would have been at work and Harry would be home that she wouldn't have had any problems and if Draco just happened to come home early then all the better, but no damn it. Harry was the one at work and Draco had been the one at home. When she had talked to Ron she had been so sure he had said that Harry didn't start work till early morning hours.

All the hard work she had put into this plan seemed to be all for nothing. When Harry had talked to her not long after he and Draco had gotten together, she had been sure he was going to tell her it was because she was too young and he was just waiting for her or something like that. No instead he destroyed all of her dreams and hopes with just six little words, "I see you as my sister." A sister? He saw her as a bloody sister? Where in the world did he get the idea that she needed another big brother? She didn't need a brother, she needed a lover.

When he had told her that he was in love with Draco and that they were planning to move to Muggle London, she had been sure her heart had broken in to a million pieces. After he had left, she had cried her eyes out for what seemed like hours, when a thought came to her. Harry and Draco couldn't stand each other in school, so how did they all of a sudden fall in love with each other. She knew then that Draco must have put a spell on Harry to make him love Draco and not her. She knew what she had to do then. Except no one believed her when she said that Draco had put a spell over Harry, they just laughed at her and told her to stop being so stupid and jealous.

So she studied spells, curses, and potions. She knew there had to be a way for her to break whatever hold Draco had on her Harry. But everything she tired seemed to fail, Harry wouldn't leave the good for nothing Draco for anything, and she had tried many different things. This meant she had to try something different, to think of some new way to get Harry away from Draco. She had looked though her books, and that's when she found it, the answer to all of her prayers.

It was in an obscure law book, one that had laws about marriage, children, bonding rituals and bindings. It had all sort of laws that the older more traditional purebloods followed, laws that hadn't been used in years by the rest of the wizarding society. It was one of the books that had been up in the attic that she had grabbed when she moved out of the Burrow. Reading through it though, gave her a deeper understanding of why the purebloods are the way they are. It was at the end of the book that she saw the answer to her prayers.

In small fine print, it made a mention of automatic marriage. That if a wizard got a witch pregnant and he was from an Ancient and Noble house then he must marry her, no matter the circumstances unless he is already in a marriage with children. If he is married, gets her pregnant and he doesn't not have any children then he would be divorced from his wife and would marry the witch in question.

Ginny knew what she had to do now, she had to get Harry to sleep with her so that she would become pregnant and he would then have to marry her. She looked though more recent law books and noticed that the law hadn't been changed and that it was still in use as long as the witch brought up her claim to the Ministry. Now all she had to do was figure out a way to get Harry to sleep with her. So she looked through spell books and potion books and searched everywhere until she found a potion and a spell to suit her needs.

She had planned everything so neatly, so meticulously that she had thought nothing could go wrong. How wrong she apparently had been. Somehow something had made the potion come into effect too soon. So instead of sleeping with her Harry, she ended up having sex with Draco Bloody Malfoy the bane of her existence.

Before she could lament over her crisis and problems, a sudden thought had occurred to her. She had slept with Draco Malfoy. They had had wild forceful sex all over the living room and kitchen table. IF the potion started to work too soon, what if the spell had too. What if at that very moment, she was pregnant with Malfoy's freaking child. A child that she couldn't abort or even give up for adoption because of the pureblood rules and rituals she had evoked a head of time. She was going to have to marry Draco fucking Malfoy and loose Harry forever.

She fell to the floor in horror. Not only would she have to marry Draco Fucking Malfoy and raise this child with him, she would never get to see Harry again. Harry would never forgive either of them. HE was going to want nothing to do with her now. What was her family going to say? She couldn't believe her luck. OF all the things to screw her over and this was the worse....what was she going to do now?

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Was not expecting to write an entirely new chapter but my muse attacked me this morning and made me write this. I hope you enjoy it.