Title: Drunking mistake

Rate: M

Wurnings: Explicive language, Adult content

Alright, I'm changing a lot. Here read this and see how you like it, if not I'll trash it but if you do like it I'll keep editing it. You might want to re-read the prologue and chapter one before reading this chapter, for those who forgot what happened.

Authors note: I do not own any of the caracters from this story in any of the chapters J.K Rowling does.

Chapter Two

When Ginny came to, she wasn't really sure where she was. Her eyes were still closed tight and she could smell antiseptic and an odd type of perfume. She laid perfectly still as she listened to the hushed voices of the people in the room.

"What seems to be the problem, Poppy?" The voice of Professor McGonagall asked the matron in a worried voice.

"Just a simple case of malnutrician and exhaustion, nothing to worry about." Madame Pomfrey replied. Ginny heard McGonagall let out a sigh of relief.

"It's really no wonder in times like these, what with more and more Death Eater sightings everyday, and lessons and NEWTs on top of all that."

"All the girl needs is a little rest, she should be good as new in no time." Pomfrey told her in her cheery voice. Ginny heard the clicking of heels and a door close, signalling that McGonagall had left. She heard someone approached what she assumed to be her bed, pulling back the curtains. Ginny squinted in the sudden light, covering her eyes with her hands.

"Oh good, you're awake." Pomfrey said with a smile, not sounding the least bit surprised. Ginny opened her eyes to find herself in the hospital wing in one of it's many beds. Her mind was fuzzy and her head was pounding, but other then that she seemed to be in one piece.

"You gave your brother and his friends a right scare," Pomfrey told her as she busied herself with a vial, pouring a thick purple liquid into a goblet. "They only left about an hour or so ago, stood by your side for quite some time." Ginny listened to her talk silently, not quite sure why she was there. All she could remember was running up the stairs before everything became blurred and then black.

"Would you mind telling me what happened, exactly?" Ginny asked, eying the goblet Pomfrey was holding. The purple liquid inside was giving off a strong scent of lilacs, making her head swim.

"You fainted on the stairs in your dormitory," Pomfrey said, handing her the goblet. "Lucky Miss Granger was there to catch you or it might have been more serious." Ginny stared at the purple liquid, trying to breathe through her mouth.

"What's this?" Ginny asked her, wrinkling her nose at the smell.

"Oh, just a little of this, a little of that. Drink up now, sweetie." Reluctantly, Ginny downed the concotion in one big gulp, grimacing at the strong, flowery taste. She could feel the warmth from whatever she'd just drank slowly make it's way down her throat until finally settling in her stomache.

"Now what?"

"Now we wait." Pomfrey told her simply. Ginny expected her to go busy herself again, but instead she stayed where she was, watching her. After a few minutes, Ginny began to feel a warm, tingling sensation in her hand. She flexed it, thinking it was just going to sleep, but when she looked down her mouth dropped. Her hand was not only tingling and going numb, but it had turned a deep shade of violet. Pomfrey too looked down, gasping when she saw.

"What the bloody hell?!?" Ginny shouted, nearly jumping out of the bed. "What on earth did you make me drink?" Pomfrey looked at her with a sad expression on her face, taking her hands in her's.

"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny," She said in a calm, sweet voice. "What are we going to do with you?"

"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked her, confused. "And what the hell did I just take?"

Pomfrey moved so she was sitting beside her on the bed, still holding her hands. Ginny couldn't remember Pomfrey ever being so motherly before. "Ginny, what you just drank was a Pregnancy Detection Potion. After you drink it, your right hand will either turn blue, indicating you are not pregnant, or violet indicating you are pregnant. Dear, your hand turned violet." Ginny's jax dropped. Her, pregnant? There was no way.

"That can't be true." Ginny said simply, refusing to believe it.

"Ginny, this potion is one hundred percent accurate. It is true."

"There must be some kind of mistake," She argued. "I just finished my period the other day."

Pomfrey gave her a knowing smile. "By any chance was it light and only lasted a few days?"

"Well, I'm not usually even that regular," Ginny told her. "Sometimes I don't get one for months."

"There's also the fainting." Pomfrey reminded her.

"What would that have to do with being pregnant?" Ginny asked, trying to process everything the older woman was saying.

"Well, in rare cases fainting occurs in the early stages of the first trimester due to compression of the arteries in your legs. Things like climbing up stairs or standing up too quickly can cause light headedness and even fainting." Pomfrey said, sounding like she'd memorized a medical book.

"But I haven't gotten any other signs of being pregnant like the morning sickness."

"Not everyone gets morning sickness right away, some women don't even get it at all," Pomfrey told her. "There's many other symptoms which you may have overlooked."

"Such as?" Ginny challenged her, determined to disprove the potion. There was just no way that she could be pregnant, especially not at sixteen.

"Well, let's see," Pomfrey answered, thinking hard. "There's feeling bloated, weight gain, breast tenderness, fatigue, frequent urination, food cravings, aversions to foods, sensitivity to certain smells, nausea, heartburn, constipation, mood swings, irritability, higher body temperature and lower back pain. And might I add, from what your brother and his friends told me when they brought you in, you have had quite a few symptoms which you may not have even noticed."

Ginny just stared, not really knowing what to say. Everything was starting to click, her sudden bursts of anger, how she always felt hot, even in the dungeons and how she could barely even look at chicken, even though it had always been one of her favourite foods. It all fit.

"B-but it can't be," Ginny said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm only sixteen."

"Sometimes a baby can come at the worst of times," Pomfrey told her. "That's why it's always important to use a contraceptive charm before intercourse."

"I didn't even know there was such a thing." Ginny admitted.

"Yes, well you can blame that on the minister's refusal to add a sexual education class to the ciriculum," Pomfrey said, giving her hand a squeeze before standing. "But you and I have more important things to discuss right now."

After an hour long talk about prenatal care and an internal examintation to determine how far in Ginny was and what her due date would be, Pomfrey discharged her, also giving her a thick book all about the do's and don'ts of prenatal care.

"One more thing before you go," The older woman said as Ginny made to leave. "Do you have an idea of who the father may be?" Ginny thought for a moment, keeping in mind that Pomfrey had told her she was about two or three weeks along.

"Don't worry," Ginny told her, having a new found respect for the matron. "I know who it could be."

"Well that's good," Pomfrey replied with a grin. "Remember, I have an appointment for you for a week from Friday right after lessons."

"Thanks for all your help, goodbye." Ginny flashed the woman a forced smile before grabbed her new book and heading off to her dormitory for some much needed sleep, thankful she had been excused from the next day's classes.

When Ginny returned to the Gryffindor common room, she was thankful no one was awake. She quietly krept up the stairs to her dormitory, still trying to process everything Pomfrey had told her.

Was she really going to have a baby? It all seemed so surreal, afterall she was only sixteen. And what about the father? There were only two possibilities according to the date of conception Pomfrey had calculated. But how was she going to do this? She knew she wasn't ready for a child, she was still enjoying being a teenager. And what about school? Pomfrey had promised her that no one but the teachers were to know. Apparently Ginny wasn't the first pregnant teen at Hogwarts.

There were so many questions floating in her mind as she shoved her new book beneath her mattress. As she began to undress, she couldn't help but study her stomach. It was still so flat, it was hard to believe something was growing just inside. She gently poked her abdomen, trying to detect a baby. She frowned when she was unable to locate anything unusual.

"You're pregnant aren't you" A cold voice came from behind her, Ginny gasped and spun around. There on her bed in her dormitory was Draco malfoy the last person she wanted to see, but something seemed odd about him. His voice might have sounded cold but his eyes showed something odd that Ginny couldn't make out, that's when Ginny realized that his hair wasn't gelled back as it normally was. But another thought intruded her thoughts.

"Wait how did you get in the dormitory" Ginny asked puzzled on how Draco even got into the common room, Ginny saw that glint of something in his gray eyes reappear and then vanish again.

"I followed you" Malfoy stated plainly "I heard you had fainted and put two and two together" Draco said standing from her bed as his eyes met hers, Ginny then realized what the hidden thing in Mafloy's eyes were.

"Concern" Ginny whispered under her breath as she looked straight into her enemy's eyes, then she saw something else but what was it.

"Ginny" Draco said sighing as he walked closer to her "My father kicked me out" Malfoy continued as the words registered in Ginny's mind, but why was he telling her this. He hated her, then she realized what the secrete glint in his eye was. It was hurt, but that didn't answer her question of why he was here telling her this in the first place.

"Your probably wondering why I'm telling you this aren't you" the blond haired boy in front of her said, her head began spinning as he stared into her eyes with his gray ones as if he was peering into her very soul. "Ginevra" Malfoy said timidly.

Wait what was that, what happened to the ignorant foul lonesome little cockroach that she knew her entire life and then she realized. She hardly knew this blond haired boy, all her opinions of him came from her brothers or Harry.

"Ginevra" repeated Malfoy this time directly in front of her, Ginny just stood there frozen not sure what to say. Then Draco bent over and whispered into her ear "You were right", without thinking about it Ginny Weasley Kissed Draco Malfoy.

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