Drip, drip, drip. It was beginning to be so annoying, he could not even think. Draco flung up from his improvised sleeping quarters and strode over to the sink. He tried to stop the drip by tightening the knob. It still dripped. He looked ferociously into the mirror and was not quite irritated enough to strike it.

Why had he agreed to sleep in this filthy, disgusting, uncomfortable, space called a 'lavatory'? It was a thick-headed person's dare, a juvenile challenge, to spend one night in "Moaning Myrtle's" bathroom.

He hadn't seen Myrtle at all, and he was quite thankful. The only puckish female he was willing to see would certainly not be a ghost; an annoying ghost at that. Draco ultimately shook his idiocy off of himself, and plugged the faucet with a loose stone from the floor.

He stalked back to the blanket and pillow on the ground, and fell back into it, trying to fall asleep once more. He was moments from slumber, when he heard a tap, tap, tap. Draco swore, and covered his ears with his pillow. He bet the brainless twats were actually trying to annoy him. Through the soft cotton, he heard the muffled tapping.

He was starting to go crazy again, but he felt a chilly hand on his shoulder to prevent him. He swiftly looked at whom the hand belonged to, and he saw a devilish looking female teenager he quickly recognized as Ginny Weasley.

She was in a thin nightgown, where he could easily recognize some feminine anatomy that he was quite taken with. She had possibly grown to be one of the most attractive girls at the school, but he wasn't interested in her, so he wasn't about to let her know how beautiful she was.

"Why are you sleeping in the middle of the girl's bathroom?" Ginny asked him with a hand on her hip.

"Why is it any of your business?" Draco mimicked her high-pitched voice.

"Stop trying to answer questions with questions. Besides, I happen to be looking for something. You, actually, have no purpose of being here."

She started examining the ground and stalls.

"Shows how much you know, Weasley. I have a perfectly good reason of being here."

Ginny stood up to her height and raised a brow.

"Really? What is it then?"

A silence passed that was far too long for an answer. She laughed and started looking again.

"What are you looking for anyways; new pajamas? I can see clear through the ones you're wearing!"

"Excuse me? I am looking for...a book. Not that it is any of your business! And I have no means of venturing into that perverted mind of yours, so if you will please ignore me, then I will be more than happy to ignore you." Ginny failed to mention the book she was talking about was a certain diary.

"Too late." He stood up next to her. "If I'm so perverted then why aren't I magically taking your clothes off?"

"You are absolutely disgusting, Malfoy." She stuck her chin out, and then turned away toward the exit. Malfoy pulled out his wand and locked it.

"This isn't funny. Let me out."

"No. Unless you have a wand hidden somewhere in that bodice...you have no where to go." He inched toward her. She was practically pinned against the door.

"I'm warning you!"

"You're warning me? What are you going to do if I do this."

He kissed her. A meaningless, yet feroucious kiss that sent Ginny's head in a spin. Their lips departed, and Ginny blushed.

"Well...if you allow me to, I will..."

"Will what?" he said in a seductive whisper.

"This..."

She moved her head closer to his, but at the same time, she brought her knee to hit him between his legs. She pushed him out of the way, and made her way to the door. She was trying to unlock it, when she was struck by a spell, she didn't hear what it was.

Her body went limp and she fell on the hard stone floor. His body slowly crept over hers, and he eventually took advantage of her. Her being in that state, there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say.

Ginny stayed there; crying. She barely ever cried anymore, but now, she cried...because she actually let him do this to her. She could have stopped him, but no...she wasn't strong enough. She tried so desperately, but what was the use? Her weak body was pathetic to his strong mass.

So...she lingered, feeling sorry for herself, as most would do of the situation. Ginny could imagine the fair complexion of her face now: tear-stained and red. Her body ached from what it had endured and she sobbed for that as well.

She wanted to stay there forever and cry her life away. That's what she wanted to do, but she couldn't...she couldn't. But she couldn't face her family and friends after what happened. So maybe she wouldn't tell anyone.

Drying her eyes, Ginny stood up. She wobbled a bit, but regained her composure after a few moments. She gasped when she heard the bathroom door open, afraid that it might be her aggressor coming back for more. Slightly comforted that it was Harry, she relaxed a little. His expression grew large as he saw her tears, and messy physique.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking into her glazed brown eyes. She looked away from him, and folded her arms across her chest.

"Nothing..." she was almost bursting to tears and her legs weren't holding her up properly and nervous sweat was perspiring on her brow.

"No, really Ginny...what's bothering you?" he continued to look in her eyes, and put his arm on her shoulder. She couldn't hold the weight. Her legs gave out and she fell backwards, landing on cold stone floor.

Tears came rushing down her cheek. She brought her hands up to her eyes. Harry went out to touch her, or maybe to help her up, but Ginny shrugged him away and yelled with sadness in her voice.

"Leave me alone!"

Harry didn't move. He stood there and watched her let her emotions go. Something very bad happened to her, but he didn't know what. His eyes traveled around the room for the slightest evidence of what happened. He found nothing. He then looked at the ground, near where Ginny wept; nothing.

"You can tell me. What happened to you?" he crouched down to her level, and she slowly looked at him.

"You can't tell anyone." A tear took its time rolling down her cheek.

"I swear, Ginny. I will not tell a soul." He put his hand over his heart, with the utmost seriousness. Ginny looked at the floor, solemn and depressed seeming. She breathed in deep and finally spoke to him.

"He raped me..." she almost whispered.

Harry gently touched her shoulder, "Who. Who did this to you?"

Ginny started crying again, "Draco."

She felt Harry's grip on her shoulder tighten.

"I swear, I'll hurt that son of a-"

"No! You can't!"

"Fine."

There was silence for a few moments then Ginny spoke up, quietly though, "Harry, why did you come in the bathroom in the first place?"

"I come here sometimes to unwind. To be by myself."

Ginny nodded acceptingly. It was morning already, she knew. Soon would be time to go back to the dormitory. She still didn't want to face anyone.

"Can I just be here with you? For a couple more minutes?" Some more tears streamed down her face, marking a path for more to come.

Ginny walked slowly down to the Great Hall. She was starving, yet she didn't want to run into him. Some students could tell that a caution was over her and they steered clear. It was when she walked in the Great Hall when she was bounded with questions.

"Where were you this morning?" Hermione asked, sounding angry, "I was suppose to help you study for your Potion exams coming up, but how can I help you if you weren't there?"

"I didn't see you go to bed last night. Where did you go?" Ron asked with an annoying tone in his voice.

But Ginny just blankly smiled, "I'm sorry you guys. I slept in this morning, and last night I turned in early...so you wouldn't have seen me."

Harry fumbled with his hands, "Shall we sit down?"

They all sat down and Ginny immediately started to eat. When she was done with her several helpings, she glanced at Harry who was glaring at the Slytherin table with daggers in his eyes.

"Harry." Ginny whispered. "Don't."

"Sorry."

It was three weeks later, and Ginny still pretended nothing happened. Harry almost broke once or twice, but Ginny stopped him before he even knew what he was about to say. Ginny was now sitting under a tree by the lake, looking solemnly at her surroundings. Harry came upon her quite suddenly and she jumped from her seat.

"Sorry, Ginny. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just looking for you."

"It's okay."

Harry sat nest to her and put his hand on her leg.

"What's bothering you?"

Ginny looked at Harry blankly.

"What is it?" Harry looked worried.

"I'm...er..late." His eyes widened.

"What? Oh...oh! Oh, my god.You think you're...you're..."

Ginny nodded, "I don't know for sure, but signs are pointing to yes."

"Why don't you see Madam Pomfrey?"

"I did. Results are coming in pretty soon..."

"Ginny...shouldn't you tell Draco."

Ginny looked at Harry fiercely, "Why would I tell that jerk, I don't even know for sure yet!"

"Sorry."

"No. I'm sorry. Sorry for even bringing this problem to you. You have enough to handle...Quidditch...Voldemort..." she paused, "I'll tell you what. If the results are...what I think they are, then I'll tell Draco."

"Okay." Harry soon becamse distracted by an owl flying in their direction. It dropped a letter on Ginny's lap and flew away.

"It's from Madam Pomfrey..."

"You want me to read it?"

"No...I can do it...I'll read it aloud..."

She unrolled the parchment and swallowed hard, "Miss Ginevra Weasley, I am sorry this has to be so impersonal but I am now at a call to St. Mungos for a patient to return to school. The results for your pregnancy test is in. You are pregnant. Please, if there is anything you need come to the infirmary. I should be back tomorrow. From, Madame Poppy Pomfrey."

Ginny dropped the paper. With a wave of sadness coming over her, "I knew it. There were some doubts, you know...I didn't want it to be this way...but...I'm pregnant..."

Harry put his arm around her back, "It'll be okay..." he tried to reassure her.

"No it won't be okay!" She shrugged his arms from her and she swiftly got up. "It ruins everything! Everything! I had plans for my life, and now they are ruined! Ruined because of him..." she yelled into air hanging over the lake.

"You could have an abortion." Harry suggested.

"Don't you think I have thought about that, Harry? That is out of the question. I am not responsible for just my own life anymore, but an innocent child now. I'm not going to take the opportunity of life away from it."

Tears came in a heavy flow down her cheeks as she stormed back to the castle.

At dinner the same day, she couldn't eat. She knew she should, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. She was thinking about how to tell him. She had to tell him...he was the father for Merlin's sake...She glanced over at the Slytherin table. He was happily enjoying his supper, talking with his friends and probably joking about her family as always. She played with her food with her fork.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Hermione asked.

"I had a big lunch."

"Are you okay?" Ron asked.

"I'm fine. Don't look at me like that, I'm fine. Really."

Harry looked at her. She knew he hated lying for her. She hated lying as well, but if she told them the truth, Malfoy would probably be dead un less than 60 seconds.

She saw Draco get up by himelf and leave the table, then the Great Hall. This was her chance. Though she hated doing this, she knew she had to tell him...so she got up and followed him to the corridor, then to the dungeons. No one was down here so it was a good opportunity to let him know what was going on.

"Draco!" She called to him. He turned around, and walked up to her, pinning her against the wall, "Come back for more?"

She then slapped him. A red stinging hand showed up on his face.

He grabbed her wrists, "Why did you have to go and do that, Weasley?" He tightened his grip. She grunted with pain, and he loosened his grip.

"What do you want?" The hand faded away from his cheek and there was a sensual tone to his voice.

"I...um...I need to tell you something."

"Then what is it?"

"Do you remember...when...you...had sex with me...several weeks ago?" she couldn't bring herself to use the word rape.

He put a smug look on his face, "Ready for a repeat?"

"No!" she replied fiercely, "You are making this extremely hard to tell you. I would leave if I didn't have to-"

"Just tell me what you got to tell me. Hurry up, don't have all night."

"Draco...I'm...pregnant."

Draco's mouth fell open, but quickly shut, "And you think it's mine?"

Flames grew in Ginny's eyes, "You stole my fucking virginity! There was no one else after you, you stupid bastard! Why did you do this to me? Why?"

Ginny grew into a fit of rage, then tears. Draco tried to calm her down by stroking her shoulder, trying to keep her quiet I should say, but she simply turned away and shrunk into a ball against the wall, sobbing into her hands.

"What do you want me to do?" Draco asked, and Ginny looked up at him.

"The right thing, but since you never do anything right anyways, I'll save you the trouble by leaving."

Ginny got up and folded her arms across her chest.

"If you want to be there for the child, tell me to stay, otherwise, I will leave and never see you again. The choice is yours."

He stayed quiet.

"That's what I thought." she turned on her heel and started to walk away.

"Ginny...wait." she turned back around. Draco looked at the ground, then back to her eyes, "Stay."

It seemed like they were there for hours, but it was only a few minutes. No one said anything, not a word. That is, until Draco finally broke the silence.

"So...What are we going to do?"

Ginny looked at him, "I don't know!"

"My mum will kill me."

"Mine too...and my brothers will kill you as well." Draco looked at her seriously, but Ginny just laughed a little bit.

"Oh, they're going to kill you." she broke into hysterical laughter.

"It's not that funny..."

"Yeah---yeah it is!" She eventually silenced and looked at him. A strand of hair was in front of his face, and it was bugging her, so she moved it elsewhere.

"Why did you do that?"

"It was bugging me! God!"

Silence. An awkward silence.

"Want to go back to the Great Hall and eat?" Draco suggested.

"I guess so...I'm starving."

They went through the corridor and up a staircase. The were walking to the Great Hall, when Colin Creevey popped out of no where.

"Ginny!" He exclaimed, "Why are you with him?"

Ginny sighed, "Because I want to...Why is it bad to hang around him?!"

"Be-because he teased and riduculed you family for years, and his father before that, and it goes on!"

"Maybe it's time for things to change!" She huffed. She took Draco's arm and dragged him into the Great Hall. Just about everyone who was in there looked. Thank goodness Ron wasn't in there or he'd punch and ask questions after. Hermione and Harry were sitting. Hermione looked shocked like just about everyone but Harry was smiling because he knew she told him and it was a big load off his back.

Draco looked at his arm and pulled away from Ginny's hand.

"How do you want this to look, like we actually tolerate each other all of a sudden? I'm still Draco Malfoy, and I have a reputation to protect."

Ginny opened her mouth in disbelief, "After everything I told you, after you agreed to be there, you're still going to act like nothing is going on?!" her voice was rising, and the students grew eager to listen.

Ginny looked at everyone in the Hall and shouted at them, "EXCUSE ME, THIS IS A PERSONAL CONVERSATION! MIND YOUR OWN FREAKING BUSINESS!" it echoed throughout the corners of the hall and for a moment, everyone was opened mouthed but then went back to their own business, scared of another shout at them. Some still kept their ears open in hope to catch anything.

Draco was about to walk away but Ginny grabbed him fiercely, "You're not going anywhere!"

Ginny's eyes grew dark, and she pushed him against the wall, "You, Mr. Malfoy, are going to be there for me and the child, your child. No matter what!
I bind you to me, you are binded to the child. Bendalora." To complete the binding spell, she kissed him softly. The biding spell was a spell that made a person binded to a promise and follow through with what is said.

"Why did you do that?" Draco whispered.

"So your reputation wouldn't come before your child." she said hollowly. Then she left the Great Hall, leaving everyone guessing about what happened.

She was walking slowly down the corridor toward the Gryffindor when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around thinking it was Malfoy, but was surprised when it was Hermione.

"What was that all about?"

"Oh, nothing, just a little spat..."

"Are you sure?"

Ginny didn't answer, her hand went to her mouth.

"I think...I'm gonna..." with that said, she threw up all over the stone floor.

Hermione just stood there uneasy, until Ginny stopped.

"Ginny...you should go to the infirmary..." Hermione bit her lip.

"Tell Harry that's where I'm going to be...but whatever you do, don't tell Ron!"

"But...he's your brother..."

"Please?" Ginny looked extremely serious.

"Okay..."

Ginny lay in bed in the Hospital Wing just staring at the ceiling. She had been visiting regularly, and she knew what was up with her, but Madam Pomfrey let her stay, on account of she "still" felt queasy. Plus she was the only student that was pregnant.

The perfect silence was shattered when she heard the door open to the infirmary. It was Draco.

"Nice of you to finally grace me with your presence."

"Um...How are you?" He walked over to the bed she was laying in.

"Just peachy. How's life for you."

"Can't complain." Draco figured this wasn't the right thing to say when he saw her eyes narrow.

"What?" he asked suddenly.

"Nothing..." Her face became normal. "Did you tell you parents?" she asked silently.

"Are you joking? My father will literally kill me. Literally...Did you tell yours?"

"I had to..."

"So, you told them?" He sat at the end of her bed. "What did they say?"

"They didn't say anything at first." she swallowed. "but then all I heard was sobbing from my mother."

"Did you tell them how it happened?" He bit his lip.

"No."

"Why?"

"We're in this together now, remember? Besides. I don't think you'd like my mum and dad killing you either."

"No, I don't think I would like that much."

A few minutes of silence came, and it was starting to be unconfortable, so Ginny spoke softly.

"I can't even believe this is happening, really." She fiddled with the top part of the blanket.

"I know..."Draco said airily.

"You know...when I was five I even thought of what my kids names were gonna be, I remember I claimed I was only going to have one kid. A daughter...I'd name her Scarlet Anne..."

"That's a nice name."

"Thanks..." Ginny smiled. "But I never thought I'd be this young to have a child."

Draco looked at his feet.

"But you know what? I'd like to thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson."

"What would that be?"

"To not judge people on their reputation."

"Oh..."

Another set of minutes were spent in silence. At this point, Draco layed down beside her and watched her slowly drift to sleep. Moments later, he fell asleep as well. They didn't realize that a large group of students were watching them from the door. One of which had red hair, which clashed horribly with his growing red face.

"Don't Ron." Hermione held him back.

"Why? He is freaking sleeping with my little sister!"

"She's not that little, Ron. Besides, I think she can handle herself. You just need to calm down before someone gets hurt." Hermione sternly looked at him, "Doing stuff like that is not going to solve anything."

"In my mind it does. Beat up Malfoy, he goes away. Problem solved."

"You don't understand. What if Ginny doesn't want him to go away?"

"She'd be crazy to think that! Are you suggesting my sister is crazy?"

"No. I think she'd be rather smart if she doesn't want him to go away..." Hermione muttered to herself. She immediatly wanted to take it back when she saw the questionable look on Ron's face.

Ron was about to speak when Harry Potter made his way to the front of the crowd to Hermione and Ron. He looked at Hermione, then Ron, who had awkward looks on their faces, though each of them were the opposite of the other.

"What is going on?" Harry asked.

"Malfoy is sleeping on the same bed as my sister, and Hermione doesn't seem to care!" Ron told Harry angrily.

"Well...I don't see anything wrong with that." Harry said sort-of carefully.

"Are you all crazy? Is this world going mad?!" Ron himself was starting to go crazy.

All of a sudden, the crown dissapated, except for Hermione, Harry, and Ron. Ron didn't seem to notice his sister was right behind him.

"Ron." Ginny said softly. "You want me to tell you what's going on?"

"Yes!"

"Then calm down, and I'll tell you."

Ron eventually calmed down, and got serious.

"I think you better sit down."

Ron looked confused but sat down anyways.

"You must promise not to tell mum and dad...and you must promise not to beat up Draco, or act uncivil to him."

"Okay....I promise." Ron was eager to listen now, he was twiddling his thumbs. Ginny took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant with Draco's child."

A few moments passed and Ron stared blankly at her, but then he all of a sudden errupted in a fit of laughter.

"You're funny, Gin. Real hilarious!"

"I am serious Ron!"

"No, seriously, what's going on?" His laughter finally died down, and Madam Pomfrey walked in.

Ginny looked at her, "Madam Pomfrey, will you please tell Ron what's going on with me?"

Madam Pomfrey walked over to Ginny, and looked at Ron, then back at Ginny.

"Are you sure? I thought you didn't-"

"Please?"

"Fine, Miss Weasley...Ronald Weasley, you're sister is two months pregnant with Mister Malfoy's child."

Ron's eyes grew very wide, and his face turned beet red, to rival his hair color. He was about to say something but then he suddenly fainted.