Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction, I do not claim these characters, I have nowhere in my name Rowlings, row, ling, wlin, or any combination of those letters…ok?

Ginny took a sip out of the goblet she had filled with bloody marry. She was a bit taken aback by the flavor, it was new, different, but strangely addicting. Taking another sip, she surveyed the room. Dean and Seamus had been planning this party for about a month, the way it traveled was by word of mouth. You could only come if you were invited basically. Somehow, Ginny figured there had to be some form of bribery, they had got the house elves to concoct various forms of muggle alcohol. The room looked fantastic, it had been an empty classroom which Dean, and Seamus cleared out, it was draped in dark colors, and bright neon colors flashed around giving the effect of a night club.

There was seating around the edges of the classroom, some old busted up barstools mainly, and the main dance floor was in the center, it was a rather big classroom, at least 150 students were there all together. Harry and Hermione were talking animatedly in a corner while Ron was looking around the room for someone, he seemed rather distracted and edgy. Padma and Lavender were on the main dance floor dancing with some 7th years, but their eyes were watchful, they didn't want to dare miss out on the latest gossip. The Slytherins were all huddled together in a dark corner snickering, making their comments just loud enough so a good grasp of the people could hear. A few of them were actually dancing, Flint Wells (6th year) had actually gotten Pansy Parkinson to dance with him, but that was no surprise seeing Pansy would of danced with anyone.

Finishing off her drink Ginny began to feel a lot more social, she set down the goblet and made her way over to Luna, and Colin.

"Hey," She said to Colin with a slight hiccup, "Would you like to dance?"

Colin nodded in agreement, the music had just stopped, and struck back up on a high, fast paced song. Pulling Colin out with her to the center of the dance floor, she smiled and began to dance. She let herself loose, gently swinging her hips, showing off all of the curves in her body. Hermione dragged both Ron and Harry with her to dance, Ron looked like he wanted to hide in the nearest broom closet, his movements were more robotic then smooth, Ginny laughed and looked away. The music riveted her, pulsing through her body, she felt like it was an unknown language to many, but she felt as if her body spoke it often. The lights flickered fast, and Ginny noticed Colin wasn't too bad of dancer he kept right inline with her body, complimenting her every move. But she found him rather boring, he took no risks he just knew what he was doing. After the song had come to an end Ginny walked off followed by Colin, she grabbed another drink, this time having no idea what it was, it was rather tart, but she liked the flavor, she downed it in a couple gulps, and took on another, this time sipping it a bit more cautiously. Finishing off that drink she made her way back towards Hermione, Colin finishing his own drink trailed after her more like it was a chore than anything.

Ginny began giggling profusely, and asked Hermione, "Who is that yummy blonde over there, I think it is time he came on the dance floor."

Hermione followed Ginny's gaze, her eyes fell upon Draco Malfoy, a wave of shock fell over her body, and she could not help but show it. "Umm… Ginny, are you feeling ok? That is Draco Malfoy, wait… how many drinks have you had?" Her eyes slightly budging at the last part of her response.

"Just a couple, or two…" She said in response, slightly slurring her last words. Hermione rolled her eyes, she knew she best keep an eye on her friend, but right then Ron went into a rage. He had been stood up by Parvati, Hermione had no choice but to run after her sulking friend.

Ginny just laughed, the techno beat pulsed through her body, she let each beat become a statement, the lights flashing and the beats soon droned into one. The mix of light and noise seemed to fade…

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Ginny woke up suddenly, she had a massive migraine that seemed to penetrate her whole head. Once it seemed to dull down a bit she took a look around, she was lying in a small, rather cozy room, it was decorated in greens and blues. Ginny looked around a bit, suddenly as she began looking around she became queasy as her eyes fell onto him. The signature blonde locks gave it all away, Ginny wanted to scream but it was lost in her throat, she quickly got out of the bed, finding her clothes surrounding her on the floor, quickly pulling them on she collapsed to the floor, finally the real reality setting in. She silently sobbed, the tears falling down her face at a steady rhythm. Finally wiping away the tears, she tried to forget about it, and hide it behind logic. She had to think of what to do, she wanted to wake him up and scream at him, yell at him ask him how could he do this to her, but she knew she had quite a few drinks last night, in fact she barely remember the night after a couple dances. Why did I have to be so careless? She thought this isn't me, I have never been so reckless, frick, why did I do this? How could I have done this? The thought came pouring in as she tried to hide them from herself. Her body told her to run, but she didn't trust her instincts this time, look where they had got her last night, so she waited…

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The light surrounded him, as he woke up, his head was throbbing, as his eyes became accustomed to the light, reality hit him, where am I?, he wondered. The room was way to light, the dungeons never had this good of lighting, the room was decorated with a little to light of a green, and a little to rich of a blue for his taste. He surveyed the room, and his eyes fell upon Ginny, he couldn't help it, his eyes bulged immediately, so much for hiding my emotions.

"What the…" the rest of the words faltered, he felt as though he could not form a witty sentence for the life of him.

Ginny's gazed turned towards him as soon as she heard his voice, she quickly wiped her face, oh shit, Draco thought.

"We need to talk." She simply said, her eyes were locked on his, and he could tell by her stubbornness that she would not budge until she got exactly as she had demanded. Wrapping the blankets a bit tighter around his body, he nodded his head.

Ginny seemed a bit baffled, she clearly didn't know where to begin, and Draco was in no clear mood of saving her from the humility, his head was screaming, and he did not like the circumstances, he hadn't even let his mind wander. Imaginations of what happened the night before were for people with lack of status and class.

"How bout we start with this, because clearly there is no easy way to start this, I was obviously drunk last night, and you most likely were too, I don't remember anything but dancing, and then my night is a blur, I woke up and found my clothes literally, scattered around this room." She said her voice slightly wavering at the end.

"Go on Weaselette, I am quite enjoying the story," Draco said with a smirk, his stomach began to turn as he started having some memories of the night before, he quickly cleared his head, and watched as Ginny's eyes narrowed at him.

"This is about the last thing but funny Malfoy, so don't try to make a fool of me, because really you would just be making a fool of yourself, after all you did sleep with me." grimaced as he the memories of last night came back to him in full swing. He and his gang had been hanging back in the corner, making comments on everything and everyone, but after a while it had gotten rather dry and boring. Malfoy left them for a bit and had some of the muggle liquor, normally something he found degrading but last night he figured, what the hell. He had taken a few to many shots of whatever it had been, the light seemed a little brighter. The rhythm seemed to connect with him and he had went out dancing. He saw Ginny, her red-gold hair shone brightly in the lights, it gleamed and glittered, he couldn't resist her, something about her caught his eyes. As the party ended and she had been leaving he followed her, she was a bit tipsy but fully aware of what was going on around her. He didn't know what had taken over his body, but he kissed her, passionately, and hardy, and at last when his lips left hers he tickled hers, tempting them asking for more, and that is what he got, she pulled him in, inviting his tongue, after that he only remember them bringing themselves into a room which had just suddenly seamed to appear. Draco blinked, he blocked out the rest of the flashback, he didn't want to go beyond that, he had a pretty good idea of what had happened.

"I wasn't drunk." The words burst out of him, he hadn't exactly meant to say that at all, he had wanted to say he was drunk, to make her feel somehow inferior, but he couldn't as she stared at him straight in the eyes. "Ok? I didn't think you were drunk either, just a little tipsy, I had something to drink so it wasn't exactly me."

"What do you consider a little tipsy?" Ginny said as a tear fell down her face, "Falling over, barely able to walk? Or is that what you consider sober?" Draco could see the fire lighting in her eyes, she was just getting started.

He was ready to take her, "As I remember, you could walk perfectly fine, and you were perfectly happy moaning, and begging. But then of course, selective memory helps you there." He said, the smirk residing back on his face.

Her eyes widened and she burst into tears, definitely not the reaction he had expect. "You Ass, I lost everything, and you act like it is some kind of parade, and that you are more of man. You aren't more of a man, you had to take advantage of someone who was weaker than you to get some action."

Draco hated those last words, he knew that hadn't bee the case, but when she burst out in tears he felt pain surge through himself, he quickly jumped out of bed putting his clothes on and rushed toward her. "Stay away," she yelled, her voice horse, "Just stay away from me."

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Ever since the party Ginny had felt especially moody, she withdrew from people, she was less social, but tried to conceal it all, but she knew she was now good at it. Everywhere she went people shot pained expressions like she they knew what she was going through but no one even asked if what was wrong.

Finally one night, Hermione corned her in the girl's dormitory while no one was in there, "Ginny what's wrong?" She said walking over to where Ginny sat, she wrapped her arms around Ginny, she couldn't help it, the warmth, and the knowing that she had someone she could finally confide in, she let it go, between tears and strangled breaths she managed to tell Hermione the whole story. Hermione stayed silent through the whole story allowing her to finish, finally Hermione stroked her hair and asked,

"Did you guys... err… use protection?" she winced, hoping that it wasn't too bold of a question.

"Hermione," Ginny sniffed quietly, and choked up a bit, "I don't think we did."

Ginny had thought about that bit of information quite a bit, but now that she had finally said it out loud, it frightened her, her mind rushed to thousands of places. What if she ended up pregnant? No she couldn't end up pregnant… but if she did what would Ron do, wait what would MOM do? Ginny whimpered childishly but she could not help, her emotions were overtaking her body.

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4 weeks later…

Ginny had made her way into the bathroom which she had always tried to avoid… Moaning Myrtle's. She knew it was necessary, her period was late, it had taken her about a week to convince herself this was very important for her to do. She set her canvas bag down next to a sink, she shivered as she remembered her second year, but shook it off. She looked around the bathroom good, it was empty, not even Moaning Myrtle was there at the moment. She took out the ingredients she had packed away in her bag, and her text book. Ginny turned to the page, the pregnancy potion, the thick black letter stared up at her, daring, and wild. Ginny quickly readied the sink to hold her potion and began following the steps, cutting leeches Ginny began to space out, she gazed out the window, just thinking about what this potion could bring her, one of the worst dreads of her life.

Ginny felt a sudden scratch, she looked down and saw she had nearly cut off part of her finger cutting up the leaches, luckily she just had a little scrape, throwing the leaches in she stirred it three times clockwise and five counter-clockwise. The leeches being the final ingredient the book said the potion had to set for 5 minutes and then could be used. Ginny scrambled around cleaning up any supplies that might show what she was doing, she hurriedly through the book back into her bag, and the remaining potion ingredients.

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Ginny sat on an old toilet waiting for the potion to process, after using it the color remained a grey - undecided. The colors started to swirl and move, Ginny knew this was her moment of truth, but it was so overpowering, she closed her eyes, tears silently falling, she had to muster up the courage to look, she had to see this. Her curiosity pried at her while she tried to shield herself from knowing the truth which resulted in having one eye wide open and the other squeezed shut. The potion had turned a deep blue, relief flooded over her body, but she did not let it overcome her, she knew that the test was only about 85 accurate, there was another 15 of uncertainty.

A squeak caught her attention, she looked toward the door it began to open, Ginny felt in a panic, she grabbed her cup and sloshed the contents down the toiled quickly flushing it, she flung to where the rest of the potion was in the sink and unplugged the cork. The door was all the way open, Harry was there, what the hell?, the potion took it's time, not wanting to hide itself within the drains of the school, Ginny turned the faucet to use the water to help force it down but she had picked on of the only faucets which didn't work. Horror screamed through her body, this was about the last thing she wanted Harry to see, and he was about one of the last people she wanted to see at this moment. She tried to keep her face cool, and asked simply, "Heya Harry, fancy seeing you here, seeing it is a girl's bathroom."

"Well really, it is the scenery that attracts me, sorry to invade." Harry said, his expression seemed a bit confused, but she could see the eagerness in his eyes for her to fill him in on the situation. He thinks I am breaking school rules, and doing something cool, that was about the last thing she was doing at the moment, but the dead last thing would be telling him what she was doing.

"Yea I was meaning to ask you, err… what are you doing here?" Ginny said at a loss for her usual coolness around Harry… and around most awkward situations for that fact. The potion had almost all faded down the drain, but there were some remains that had stuck onto the old cracked porcelain, Ginny in her last desperate attempt to get rid of her evidence turned on the water on the sink next to her and splashed some of that water into her sink, the potion was gone, or at least all that she could see was.

"Just bursting into vacant bathrooms hoping to prey on unsuspecting girls, you know the usual, how about yourself." Harry said, he was trying to hide his true intentions by avoiding the question, Ginny knew that two could play that game, and the second, herself, could probably play that best. But she wasn't in much of a playing mood at the moment and didn't give it a half effort.

"Umm… Harry, I have to run, fancy we talk another time? Perhaps in a different girl's bathroom?" Ginny asked grabbing her bag and quickly fleeing away from the scene. Her head was in a fog, she could only keep her mind away from it by focusing on the ground in front of her, it was about 7:00 at night, there was still a bit of time left before curfew, so she made her way out to the lake, it was rather chilly, just the right temperature in her mind. She sat down under a tree, resting her back and looking up into the sky. It was not that dark out yet but the stars seemed to shine brightly already, she was hoping that was a sign, but then again, when did signs ever do anyone any good?

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Draco ran his hands through his slick blonde hair, his dreams had been tormented with images of Ginny and that night ever since… well that night. Draco paced down the corridors, for once he was away for his usual entourage. He stared below at the floor trying to pick out patterns and flaws, trying to keep his mind away from the ever taunting subject. But soon as he had walked the halls repeatedly it seemed to loose all point, Draco decided to venture outside.

The night was cool and dim, but the stars were bright, Draco found himself making his way to lake, it always seemed so peaceful, and welcoming there…and cool. He saw a sillouhete of an invader under his favorite tree… it look like …Ginny. He felt horror circle through his body, but he didn't let it scare him away, as he neared he sat next to her and simply said.

"We need to talk."