A.N. To anyone that was wondering about the lack of contraception when Fleur and Hermione did the deed, it was done with a purpose in mind, a purpose that will start being explored in this chapter.

Also, I am very sorry that this chapter took so damn long to finish, had a pretty bad case of writer's block, but here you go.

Ginny

I sat in the Great Hall, playing with my food rather than eating it, Luna sat next to me, happily yammering on about the newest magical creature she'd 'seen.' Of course I believed she saw these things, I just wasn't one-hundred percent sure what she was seeing was really there.

"Hey guys," Pansy's voice rang from beside me. Usually the sound would fill me with happiness, excitement, every kind of happy emotion in existence, I'd feel them. But now, now I'm filled with unease, something is crashing inside my heart, rocking my body with waves of pain dulling the nice feelings that Pansy used to give me.

I managed a smile none the less, hoping it looked less forced than it felt, "Hi Pansy, where's Emily?" I asked, hoping I sounded normal to everyone else because to me it sounded shaky, distant… scared, of what I had no idea.

"She's studying, I came down to see you," Pansy said with a smile, as she held her hand out to me, "Do you mind if I steal her away, Luna?"

"May as well, she's barely listening to me anyway," she teased knowingly, she could always see right through me.

I shrugged, not really knowing what to say back as I placed my hand in Pansy's, allowing her to pull me to my feet, "I'll see you later Luna."

"Bye you too, have fun," she waved as we walked away, I smiled a genuine smile, something I hadn't done much of lately, Luna always made me smile.

"How've you been?" Pansy asked, we'd seen each other over the past few weeks, of course, but ever since Emily was let out of the Infirmary we hadn't seen much of each other.

"Alright," I lied, "And yourself?"

"I'm much better now," she smiled, letting go of my hand and sliding her arm around my shoulders.

"Oh really?" I asked, a shy smile spreading across my lips, somehow, with just one statement she was able to beat through my inner thoughts and reach my heart. The emotions that were dulled just a few minutes ago came crashing to the forefront, everything else beaten back.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

I continued smiling as we walked, I didn't know where she was leading me too, and I didn't care, I needed this, needed her by my side right now. She'd spent the past two weeks picking Emily back up after she was attacked by a mentally highjacked Harry. The rumors and name calling were going crazy, 'Psycho Harry' was one of the tamer names that had floated around. But for that simple fact, I had forced myself not to get jealous of her taking all of Pansy's time, no matter how bad it made me feel.

But now, now was my time, now I had Pansy all to myself once again… "Pansy… I need you." Emily's voice sounded from behind us, a pang of jealousy flared up as I clenched my hands into fists. Anger built up inside me as I focused on the floor, I was angry at myself, angry for being jealous, angry for wanting Emily to just go away and cry on her own. I turned as I felt Pansy move from next to me, I watched as she embraced Emily, while the blond herself started to cry. I opened my mouth to speak, I wanted to say something, to help in some way like I did when she was first released. But there was nothing I could do.

Slowly I turned away, trudging forward on my own as tears flooded my eyes, seeing Pansy in the embrace of another woman, watching her comfort Emily. It was grating on me, venom dripped into my veins, originating from my heart. I needed help, but I didn't know who to turn too, the only person I wanted to turn too, the only person that could really make this better was behind me, helping someone else through a difficult time. Like she was meant to, like I knew she needed to, but the pain was ever-present like a knife stuck in my heart, lodged there, un-moving and unwavering.

As I came out of my inner-thoughts I noticed I was now standing outside, in front of me stood a large tree, I stared at the lifeless branches covered in snow. The few birds that lingered, braving the white winter sung beautiful songs as they flew through the branches, happily playing together without a care in the world. What I wouldn't give to be able to be like them right now, I sat on a nearby bench, wishing all the while that Pansy was with me.

I wasn't able to wish for long, however, as a letter was dropped from above by the family owl, landing softly in my lap with more precision than the stupid bird ever had. I looked at the top of the envelope, my heart dropping as I read the line, "Ginny, From Arthur." My father didn't bother putting 'Father' on the envelope, didn't write 'Dear Ginny,' nothing.

Tears slipped from my eyes as I slipped the letter into my pocket, I couldn't read it, couldn't even look at it. The only thing that was really on my mind recently, the only thing that was tearing me up rushed to the forefront of my mind, that was my father.

I got up from the bench and walked back into the castle, tears still slipped from my eyes. I closed them and leaned against a nearby wall, my head spun, thoughts of my father flooded my mind, how we used to be. The happy smile he used to always wear when he spoke to me, when he looked at me when he hugged me. But as I thought the memories seemed to fade into nothing, all replaced by the one memory that had been haunting my dreams ever since I'd returned to Hogwarts, ever since the excitement of Pansy's earlier feat had worn off.

I felt myself start to sway, the floor beneath me seemed to open, and I felt myself falling, for seconds, minutes, hours, I had no idea how long, the sensation seemed to just keep going as I slipped into an abyss of all-consuming darkness. After what felt like hours of sheer torment a light shined in the darkness in the shape of a girl that was all too familiar, the only part of her that wasn't a white light was the black hair that cascaded over her body. A pure white hand reached out to me as I moved ever closer, slowly the hand slid onto my shoulder.

I landed back on the floor with a thud as I felt a hand on my shoulder, opening my eyes I now realized I had fallen to the floor. The hand that was on my shoulder now rested on the floor as Pansy kneeled in front of me worry set deeply in her eyes as she stared at me.

"Ginny, are you okay?" She asked in a rush, "I was calling you, and you weren't answering… Then you just… Collapsed."

"I… I…" I was going to say that I was fine, that nothing was wrong, but as I stared into Pansy's beautiful green eyes, I just couldn't bring myself to lie to her. "I'm not okay," I sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to keep coming, "It's this whole thing with my… with Arthur."

I pulled out the note my father sent me, showing Pansy the envelope, the only part I'd been able to read, "Have you read the letter?"

I shook my head, "How could I? It's like he doesn't care, like he wants to… To disown me… I mean, no 'Dear Ginny,' no 'From your Father' or anything, just a short, business-like, 'Ginny, From Arthur.'" I sniffled again as the tears I fought so hard to keep back in front of the beautiful girl started to fall.

"Oh, Gin, I'm… I'm so sorry…" Pansy smiled sadly, pulling me into her loving embrace, "Do you want to head back to the dorm?"

I shook my head, "What about Emily? Is she okay?" I asked, trying to distract myself from my problem.

"She's fine, don't worry about her, I'm here for you now, only you."

I couldn't help but smile as I rose to my feet, pulling Pansy with me who was yet to let me go, before I returned the embrace as tightly as I could. "I thought you were going to leave me… I thought… Thought I'd need to work through all this alone."

Pansy pushed me off of her so she could look into my eyes, the sad smile replaced with the most serious face I'd seen as she spoke, "Never, ever think that you can't turn to me, you will always be my top priority, always. Ginny, I love you, you were there for me when everyone else turned their backs on me, you helped me through my darkest hours. No matter what's going on in my life, if you ever need me, I'll be there for you."

I pulled her back to me, resting my head on her shoulder, "Thank you… Thank you so much sweetheart, anyway, I want to be alone with you, back at the dorm, there may be other people…" As I spoke, a door seemed to appear out of nowhere, across the hall room. "What the hell?" I asked as my forehead creased in confusion.

"What?" Pansy asked as she turned around, "Oh, the door…" Her head tilted to the side rather cutely, "Is that? It can't be…" She spoke, heading towards the door herself.

I followed along behind her, "What is it?"

"I think… it's the room of requirement…"

"Room of requirement?"

"Yes," she looked to me, her hand on the doorknob, "You haven't heard about it before?"

I shook my head, staring at the door, wondering just what was going to be on the other side, "Open it!" I exclaimed excitedly.

Pansy complied, she looked up and down the halls at first, to make sure no one was watching, before opening the door. Inside the room sat a roaring fire, sitting in front of the fire sat a single couch, room enough for two people t snuggle up to each other… I pulled Pansy inside with me, not caring what the room was actually for as it was perfect for what I needed.

Pansy laid down on the couch before opening her arms, inviting me onto her loving embrace once more, an invitation I accepted with gusto, practically leaping into her arms.

Pansy

I was currently laying on a couch with Ginny on top of me, my arms around her waist, just holding her while she stared, teary-eyed, into the raging fire that was next to us. I loved the feeling of just laying with the girl in my arms, but even with this love, I hated myself. Hated myself for not realizing how much pain she was in, for not noticing just how much her father's inability to accept us had hurt her. I was far too wrapped up in Emily's problems, which, while horrible, still should have come second to the girl I was seriously thinking about spending the rest of my life with.

"Do you want to read the letter? See what your father said?" I asked, wanting to know myself.

I felt the smaller girl shrug, "Yes and no, on the one hand, I'm curious as to what he wrote, maybe he's really trying to accept us but… On the other hand, he could be telling me that he can't deal with us, but I need him too, he has to accept me for who I am, who I love."

"I know, and maybe that's what the letter will say, that he's going to try to be okay with this, for you," I replied, hoping what I was saying was true.

"But if that was it why is the envelope so… Formal?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I really had no idea, all I knew was that Ginny was going to end up reading the letter anyway and it would be better if she read it with someone else around. I sat up, pulling her with me and started running my hand through her beautiful orange hair. "You should read it, Ginny, I'll be here for you," I tried to reassure her.

"You're right, I should read it…" I could tell she was still hesitant, even as she started to open the letter.

It seemed an eternity passed as I waited for Ginny to finish reading the letter, her face was contorted in sadness, tears started to slip down her face once again, and I felt the need to put my arms around her. Trusting my instincts, I caught her just as she burst into fits of sobbing, her arms wrapping around me, squeezing me just as tightly as she had earlier that same day, nearly squeezing the air out of my lungs.

I spent the next hour trying to comfort the redhead with limited success, every sob wreaked havoc on my own emotions, and before long the heartbroken girl had me crying silently beside her. I hated the fact that I wasn't able to comfort the person I loved the most.

Before long Ginny handed me the letter, "You should read it, I'm going to take a nap." And just like that a bed appeared in the corner of the room, Ginny didn't even question it and just walked over to the bed, "You should join me once you've finished."

I nodded before turning to the letter hoping it wasn't going to be too bad but knowing there was no way it wasn't going to happen.

Ginny,

I have no idea why you could want to be with a girl, it doesn't make any sense to me, I've been thinking about everything that happened and that girl is no longer welcome at this house. Your mother and aunt don't agree with me, but in time they will see that I am right, as will you.

That girl is bad news, and I don't know how she did it, but I know she must have forced you into this somehow. I know you'd never do something so disgusting on your own and that, in time, you will see the error in your ways.

That being said, you are not to return home until you do, the next time I see you will be when you give up this ridiculous notion of being with another girl and return to being normal. I know you'll probably hate me for a while after you read this, but someday you'll realize it was for your own good.

Arthur.

I could feel the anger building inside me, what kind of parent would say such horrible things to their child just because of a same-sex attraction. I threw the letter into the fire before stomping my way over to the bed.

Ginny lay there in a heap of blankets, already asleep, I wiped at the tear tracks that were drying on her face before leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. "Everything will be okay, we can get through this," I whispered.

I walked back over to the couch and conjured up a quill and piece of paper, quickly writing out a long letter addressed to Arthur. I wanted to send it off right away, but through my anger-induced haze, I was, thankfully, able to realize it would be best to speak to Ginny before sending it. So I folded up the letter and left it on the couch before crawling into bed next to the redhead, pulling her into me, relishing the feeling of her warm, soft body as I drifted off to sleep.

Hermione

I paced back and forth in my dorm room, I was, thankfully, alone as I thought on a most pressing issue, I was late, and with the next portion of the Triwizard Tournament right around the corner I just couldn't bring myself to talk to Fleur about it. I kicked at the empty trunk at the end of my bed, cursing as pain shot through my foot, but happy it provided, at the very least, a tiny distraction from what was plaguing my mind.

"I can't be pregnant," I growled as I stared down at my stomach, tears pricking at the backs of my eyes, I was too young, had too much that I wanted to do first. Not only that my parents will rip me away from this school, from my friends, from magic, but worst of all they'll rip me away from Fleur. As tears dripped from my eyes, I watched as porcelain white hands slipped around my waist, coming to rest on my stomach, my heart dropped as my eyes followed the very familiar arms. I turned in the embrace and came face to face with the very girl I didn't want to burden with the problem yet, no matter how relieved I now am being in her loving embrace.

"You might be pregnant?" Her lyrical voice asked as she held my head firmly in her comfortable chest.

Ignoring the sexual position and focusing on just being with Fleur, a feat that was not exactly easy, I nodded, "The possibility is there, but I'm only a few days late…"

"Should we head to Madam Pomfrey? Find out for sure?"

I quickly shook my head, "The school will almost definitely tell my parents. They can't find out about this unless it turns out I really am pregnant."

I felt Fleurs head nod above my own, "What are we going to do?"

"Just wait it out and hope for the best…" I sighed pulling away from her, "And you need to focus on the tournament right now, you go back into the arena tomorrow," I changed the subject, not wanting to think about my problem any longer.

"I know, I'm a little frightened if I'm honest, this whole not knowing what I'm really in for sucks."

"I know how you feel, watching you fight that dragon almost killed me… I can't imagine what watching the next challenge will be like… And there's still one more after this one," I complained, moving to sit on my bed.

"I know, I know," Fleur said sitting next to me and wrapping an arm around me. "But I'm sure it'll be worth it in the end… Just being picked as a champion is a great honor after all." I grumbled, still terrified that Fleur would be hurt badly, maybe even killed in the months to come. "Did you sort out that stuff with Sammy?" Fleur asked, being the one to change the subject this time.

"Yeah, she was really apologetic about lying to us, almost killed herself, I had to restrain her. Apparently, she agrees with us, with what we want to do, but she didn't think we'd want the help if she wasn't representing the Hogwarts House Elves if they weren't behind her," I explained. "I told her that just having her help without the support of the others was more than enough."

"It's too bad the other Elves don't want the help," Fleur sighed, her hand brushing through my hair.

"Yeah, but they have a much better life than other House Elves, so maybe that's why," I replied, leaning into her light touch. "Hey, I have something for you," I smiled as I rushed over to my trunk.

I pulled out the small, black velvet pouch that I had stashed a necklace I'd purchased just a few days ago. I was waiting for the right time to give it to Fleur, but she was going into the second challenge tomorrow, and I wanted to give it to her before she went in.

"Here," I said handing her the pouch.

"What is this?" She asked, her French accent making me weak in the knees once again.

"Just open it."

She did as instructed, and pulled the necklace out slowly, an ever-present smile on her face at the first sight of the thin, white gold chain. Her hand slowed as she felt the small amount of weight that came when she had the entire necklace off the bottom of the pouch.

"Hermione… What have you done?" She asked, hiding the best part in the bag, I just smiled and shrugged in answer, not giving anything else until she revealed the necklace completely.

She complied reluctantly, revealing the white gold 'F' that hung at the end of the chain, encrusted with small sapphires and steel gray diamonds. Her eyes widened at the sight, tears welling in her eyes, 'Hermione… I-"

"I know, but… that's not all, there is one more thing in there, something I was supposed to give you on Christmas but it took forever to get thanks to it being made in the muggle world."

Her brow furrowed as she reached back into the bag and pulled out a small white gold ring, in the middle of the ring sat a small sapphire surrounded by a bed of tiny white diamonds. Fleur wrapped me in a tight hug laughing happily through tears that continually threatened to fall. I returned the hug in kind, ecstatic that my present had gone ever so well.

"Let me put them on you!" I exclaimed happily pushing her off of me. I excitedly pushed the ring onto Fleurs right index finger, hoping that someday I'll be able to push a ring onto her left-hand ring finger. Smiling at the thought I then reached for the necklace, putting it around the taller girl's neck while she held up her platinum blond hair.

I left my arms around her neck as I stared into her blue eyes, I leaned in, pecking her on the lips before starting to move away only to be pulled back into the girl as she locked me into a heated passionate kiss.

"Break it up lovebirds," Emily interrupted startling me.

"When did you get here?" I asked, embarrassed I hadn't noticed her at all.

"Just about when Fleur started to caress you, since you didn't seem to notice me I decided to make my presence known before the two of you got hot and heavy and by the way, Hermione, nice choice on the jewelry."

I went red in the face at the comment, Fleur, on the other hand, had different ideas as she lowered her hand, so it was sitting just above my chest, a hair away from actually being on my breast, "Who said we're going to stop with you here?" She asked, and I could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Firstly, that's something I don't want to see, I mean maybe if you were two guys, but girls aren't my thing. And secondly, you may want to wait a bit for that, Professor Dumbledore needs to see Hermione."

I frowned slightly, wondering what Dumbledore would want me for this late, I shrugged the thought off and rose to my feet, pulling Fleur with me. "I'll see you before the start of the challenge."

"You'd better," she said before pulling away and placing a chaste kiss on my lips, "Goodnight, I love you."

"Love you too," I smiled before turning to Emily, "Where am I headed?"

"Just to his office, here's a pass to show any teachers that may stop you since it's so close to curfew."

I thanked her quickly and left the dorm room, waving at Fleur who'd stayed behind to speak with Emily. Heading through the corridors of the Castle at this time of night was something I never wanted to get used to. The sheer emptiness of the halls made the castle seem so much larger, not to mention every small sound and every shadow that caught my eye had me practically jumping out of my skin. I calmed my nerves as best I could by wondering just what the Professor needed me for at this time. Many thoughts crossed my mind, but the one that stood out amongst the rest was that maybe he knew about my possible impregnation by Fleur.

Fear welled in the pit of my stomach as I thought about the consequences that were to be passed onto me, not realizing that the thought may not even be what this was all going to be about. My stomach churned as I thought on my parent's reactions, the inevitable disappointment that would shine in their eyes whenever they looked at me. The fact that they would most definitely tear me away from everything to do with Fleur, including magic and the various friends that may try to intervene. But the worst thought of all was what would happen to Fleur, the image of her scarred arm flashed into my mind, burning itself into the forefront of my memory as I traveled the deserted halls.

Suddenly I felt a cold chill run through my veins, and I stood frozen in the middle of the halls, I struggled against whatever was holding me but the effort proved ultimately fruitless as the Headmaster walked into my vision. He smiled sadly at me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Miss Granger, I am very sorry that I must do this, but you have been seen as the only thing that Fleur cannot live without, the very thing that gives the young woman strength. While this is very sweet, it puts you in a bad situation as you must now be a part of the Triwizard tournament yourself. Please take comfort in the fact that you will be protected by my very own magic as the Tournament isn't meant to test you. Please believe that me when I tell you that this was not our intention." As he finished his explanation my whole body went completely numb, I could no longer feel a thing as my senses all slowly faded out, leaving me in complete soundless darkness. I tried to move, to scream, to fight against what was happening, I couldn't spend however long this was going to take in this state.

'Just relax Hermione,' Dumbledore's disembodied voice sounded in the darkness 'Your consciousness should fade in just a few minutes.' I did as instructed, thanking whichever God that may or may not exist that I wasn't going to be watching the perils that would befall Fleur. 'Wait, NO!' I thought, hoping Dumbledore was still there, hoping he'd hear me, but I received no answer sending a sinking feeling to my stomach. Fleur was going to be waiting for me tomorrow, waiting on a boost that wouldn't come until she found me.

Fleur

I'd been making small talk with Emily for a little while, hoping to work up the nerve to ask what I really wanted to ask her.

"I'm fine now, Pansy has been a huge help, I just wish I was able to deal with it myself, something has been going on with Ginny, and instead of having Pansy by her side, Pansy was with me," she explained.

"That's too bad, I hope it's nothing serious," I mentally slapped myself, I needed to talk to her, needed her help. "Hey I need you to do something for me," I said, backing myself into a corner.

"Sure, what is it?"

"As part of the second challenge I'll need to search for something that I can't live without, and out of everything that could be chosen, there is only one… Person, that fits the bill now. I have a bad feeling that I'll need to find Hermione, so can you please just, come find me tomorrow and… Tell me if she doesn't come back to the dorm tonight?"

Emily looked dumbfounded and worried at the same time, "Definitely… you will be able to find her though, right? This tournament is extremely dangerous."

I nodded my head, "If I am right and she is taken for me to find, then nothing will stop me from finding her," I stated as I fiddled with the ring on my finger, loving the sensation of it being there.

"Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow," I said, waving goodbye before heading back to the carriage, I needed to sleep before the next challenge.

I lay in bed playing with my new ring, the necklace sat on my dresser which was where it was going to stay until after the Second Challenge, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I lost it right after I received it. But the ring sat snugly on my finger, and I was sure that there would be no way for the thing to fall off. I looked at the ring in the dark, the smile from earlier still sat on my face, but I couldn't help but feel a little sting.

Hermione was my mate, which meant that I was already ready to marry her, but she would need time. I wished with everything that I had that this could actually be an engagement ring, but there was no way, Hermione was too young. Legally so was I, but that wouldn't change Veela anatomy, and I was so ready for my future to start, I knew there was a good chance Hemione would stay with me. But I just wanted it to be set in stone.

Sighing I rolled over and forced myself to stop thinking, I needed to be ready and rested for tomorrow, especially if what I thought was going to happen happened.