Having Fun With The Devil

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Cruel Intentions Style

"You've got skills, kid."

He gave her a faint smile, blushing slightly. "You really think so?" he asked modestly.

Kira nodded encouragingly. "Yes. I can't wait 'till I see you in front of England."

Harry gulped. "Kira - um...I was wondering..."

"Yeah?"

"Do you think - do you think we could have more practices at nighttime?" He asked, flustered. There. It was finally out in the open.

She grinned. "Sure, junior." She leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, but he moved at the last second and her lips and his grazed against each other for a moment instead. He backed away, embarrassed.

"Good night," she breathed, and headed back to her cabin.

Harry wasn't quite sure how he made it back to his.

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"Look what you did, Weasley," he grumbled inaudibly under his breath as his father proceeded to tug him away. She didn't reply; she was staring at his face in a daze, smiling, beaming at him.

"Draco, do you have ANY idea how ashamed I am? How did I raise you? To dazzle pathetic, poor Weasleys?!" His father was completely beyond himself, pulling his son away from the two death eaters and Ginny.

"No, Father."

"Then, how DID I raise you?"

"To always keep my chin high," he mumbled.

"And?"

"And never associate with mudbloods or mudblood lovers because they are lower than Malfoys."

"Precisely! What made you kiss that stupid mudblood lover in the first place?" His father demanded.

"I must've been desperate."

"Precisely! And?"

'And shut the fuck up,' Draco thought silently. But aloud, he said in a bored-prone voice, "Never do it again."

"Good. Nott! Crabbe! Follow us, please!" His father barked, motioning the two death eaters to follow them. Draco sighed mentally, wondering where Sarah was at that moment.

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"Sarah?" Hermione tapped on the door lightly. Their was the familiar sound of retching as she made a disgusting face. Sarah came out, clutching her mouth with a wash towel.

"What do YOU want?" Sarah snapped at her, grumbling.

"Tell me what's going on. Maybe I can help you," her friend offered tenderly.

"Okay! You want to know what's going on? I hate being pregnant! I want this CHILD OUT OF ME! NOW!"

There was a long silence as Hermione digested this news.

"Sarah, I know you're upset, but that's just hormones; I swear you are going to experience birth with a wonderful new sight..."

"Yes, a lovely sight, 'Mione! Ten doctors around me while I sweat and scream for drugs and they throw ice cubes at my hair! Lovely picture, don't you think?" she quipped angrily.

At that precise moment, the bell rang downstairs.

"Oh! Hey, that's my err-date," Sarah muttered, grasping the washcloth more tightly to her mouth.

"I'll get it...you clean yourself up," Hermione finally said. She left Sarah and went downstairs, her thoughts clouding up in her mind as she did. Flinging the door open carelessly, she softly twisted her fingers against her brown trendrils.

"Hi, you must be Sarah's date-" Her voice stopped. She looked at the boy before her.

It was Haden.

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Ginny Weasley was feeling mellow today. But that all changed when Draco Malfoy reached out and KISSED her, for all people! It was more better than she had imagined it to be. Draco Malfoy, international Sex God had kissed her!

This thought kept running through her mind every spare second she had time to think. It was the only thing that mattered; the thing she had been waiting for. And it had happened, so unexpectedly.

"Calm down, Gin, calm down," she muttered to herself. She had, of course, been kissed before, but she couldn't help it; being kissed by a boy she had been lusting after for months paced her heartbeat much more faster than usual. She was ready to skip through the stores, but then she reminded herself what she came to get.

She turned back to Knockturn Alley and began walking again before she came forward and stopped in mid-step in front of a small store, which was thoroughly concealed by frilly, white curtains. Ginny wrinkled her nose in disgust, eyeing the small printing that entitled 'WD'.

Heading inside with a bang of the door, she was finally inside the vacant room, where a small desk lay, with a wringed-glassed receptionist staring at her, her eyes darting daringly toward her.

"Do you have an appointment?" The receptionist barked.

Ginny nodded. "Virginia Weasley."

The receptionist looked through a tiny file of lists before looking up at her again. "Down to your left," she said, obviously annoyed that this red-haired girl had the correct data.

Ginny, meanwhile, was entering the room graciously, and sitting down gracefully in the small chair. She observed her surroundings. There was a big desk before her, with a seat, many scholarships and awards tacked up on the wall for all to see, and various muggle and witch products that Ginny noted was medicine and other materials.

"Ah, Ginny," a loud voice boomed across her thoughts. She looked up and saw that Dr. Thomas was just coming out from the storage room connected to his office. In his hand, were piles of papers, data records, which as Ginny squinted, could see her name printed clearly across them. Purposely, or accidentally, did Dr. Thomas cover them with his hand and sat down stiffly in his chair.

"I am glad you made it. You are usually tactlessly late for your appointments. I understand that your mother doesn't know you're here?" he asked, giving her a most disapproving look.

She shook her head. "No, she doesn't - err - well, what I mean, she doesn't know I am seeing you. She thinks I have the flu, but it is becoming more serious. I am feeling much better now; but I am still a bit sick," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

"I see." He paused slightly, as if to make a motion with his lips, then sighed. "Ginny, I have news to tell you. It may be good or bad news, but..."

"What is it? Am I - going to die, or something?" she blurted out, and then immediately blushed. What kind of a question was that?!

He managed a small chuckle. "Oh, no, no, Ginny, nothing like that. In fact, it's sort of opposite of dying, you see. It's more like - like...well, I guess I should be blunt about it, I am a doctor after all. Your test results show that you've been carrying a child for the last three weeks."

"Excuse - excuse - excuse moi?" Ginny stammered, the words rolling off her tongue endlessly.

"Ginny - I don't want you to get drastic, now..."

"What? That IS impossible, Dr. Thomas! Impossible! I may seem like I have some symptoms, but I am FINE! It's just a flu, like my mother says."

"Ginny, I am sure you are pregnant."

"I HAVE NEVER! I have never, ever..." she couldn't end the sentence.

"Been involved in sexual activities?" offered Dr. Thomas.

"Yes! I have never ever had intercourse, sex, made love, whatever you choose to call it; I have never!" she was shrieking now.

"Never?" He raised an eyebrow, casting a doubtful glance upon his wide-eyed patient, who's hair was wringing as she stroke her fingers through them in frustration.

"Ne -" She stopped. He gave her a small smile. Ginny covered her face with her hands, sure that the liquid staining her cheeks were tears. This had to be a mistake - how could she be pregnant if she never...

Never?

The last time.

It was with him.

Had they - acted safely?

Of course they had - it was impossible; she wasn't even sure...

if it was a dream or real life.

It was just a bit vodka, it couldn't hurt anyone...

Of course it could.

The person...

Ginny caught a gasp in her throat.

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OOoooh! God! THAT sucked! I have never written such a sucky chapter before! Actually, I have, but it seems like this is unforgiving. Unacceptable. If it wasn't for the fact that I would feel guilty leaving this story without a proper ending, I would ditch it right now (ooo 'Darling' deja vu).

Anyways, I was feeling REALLY bad that I never do what other authors do: respond to their reviewers. Sure, I thank you guys, but I never really answer you, and I just want to say that I am a VERY, VERY, selfish, lazy person and I hate copying and pasting names all the time. But that doesn't mean I don't have answers for you guys, because believe me when I read your AMAZING reviews, I always have a response for them, but not sure how to write it down!!! I REALLY regret it, and in the next chapter I am going to try it!!! Let's see if I can succeed...

ALSO: 400 REVIEWS, EVERYONE!!! I FINALLY GOT 400 REVIEWS!!! THIS IS THE ONLY STORY THAT HAS REACHED THE LIMIT OF 400 REVIEWS AND I CAN'T BELIEVE EVEN THOUGH THIS STORY SUCKS, THAT YOU GUYS STILL SUPPORT IT! IT'S UNBELIEVABLE! SERIOUSLY!!! GIVE YOURSELF A ROUND OF APPLAUSE, BECAUSE I WOULD'VE NEVER WROTE 14 CHAPTERS IN A HP FF UNLESS I HAD MY REVIEWERS! THERE SEEMS NO POINT IN THAT!! BUT YOU GUYS!!! AMAZING!!! AMAZING, AMAZING, AMAZING! LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

Well, enough with the sappy cheering,

(I am not forcing you to review, because this sucked

*cough* reviewandit'llcheermeup*cough*)

Anyways,

see you all, next year!!!

(maybe seriously)

Love,

Court.