Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I only own the brunette.

Ginny glared at the five white sticks laying on the bathroom counter.

"Can this take any longer!" She hissed, tearing her eyes away from the sticks to the pocket watch in her hand.

"Calm down Ginny." Hermoine said from on her perch on the other side of the counter. "It says five minutes."

Ginny growled and dropped her watch next to the sticks. She stood and began to pace the length of the counter. She reached her hand behind her back and began to tug at one of her plaits.

"Ginny! Sit down!" Hermoine snapped. "Just relax! You're making me dizzy!"

Ginny growled and sat down on the floor. She brought her hand to her lips and began to chew down on it. Her leg began to shake with nervous jitters and her eyes glazed over as if she weren't in her body anymore.

Hermoine leaned back against the mirror to take in the teenager in front of her. Her robe had long since been discarded. Her overly large shirt hung off of her, her gold and scarlet tie was tattered in some places, and her skirt was very short. At least, by school standards. She was unusually pale, her freckles stood against her skin.

"It's been five minutes."

Ginny jumped up and ran to the five sticks, each of them baring the same stigma. Her face paled even more. She looked up Hermoine, her eyes as wide as house-elves.

"'Moine." She whispered.

"Gin…"

"I'm going to tell him!" She turned on her heels and skipped to the bathroom door. As soon as she threw open the door, she broke into a dead run. Her shoes pitter-pattering off the silence of the corridors.

Turning one of the corners she ran straight into someone. She looked up at the tall lanky frame of Blaise Zambini.

"Weasley." He nodded, as he pulled himself away from her.

"Zambini." She said. "Do you know where Malfoy is?"

Blaise looked her up and down. "In his bedroom."

Ginny nodded and calmly walked the little ways to Draco's room and whispered the password to the portrait.

She crept in. "Malfoy! Malfoy!" She said urgently. She stopped as she took in the site of Draco and a half-naked brunette in his arms. She spun around her hands covering her eyes. "Oh, Gods, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to." Damn Zambini! She thought.

Draco chuckled at her modesty while the girl growled.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" She hissed pulling on her jumper and adjusting her pants.

"This is an emergency, I need to speak to the head boy." Ginny stuttered, her back still to the both of them. The girl kissed Draco and flounced past Ginny purposely running into her shoulder.

"Something wrong Ms. Weasley?" He asked professionally, sauntering past her to the cast a locking charm on the door.

"Yes." She turned to face him, a happy look spreading over her face. "I've got great news for you."

He moved closer to her, his hand trailed up her side to the outside curve of her breast, to her neck. "What's the news?" He asked huskily. His gray eyes showed the obvious lust he felt at the moment.

"Um..." She trailed off as he began to unbutton her school shirt, his fingers tip-toeing over her skin.

"Come on Weasley...what was the urgent message you had for me." He pushed off her shirt and rubbed her breast with the back of his hand.

"I'm-I'm pregnant…" He stopped and looked at her. His once lust faced face turned cold and he moved away from her.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"…Yes"

He stepped back from her, "I'm-We're not ready for this. We need to do something. I'm owling my father." He turned around and stalked into his bedroom.