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She storms out of the room leaving my face burning. How did this happen? How did just a few words leave me so unable to protect myself? Any guy saying a few nice words to me and I'd let them fuck me? Would I? I don't even know. I would not let Harry do anything with me more than kiss and now I've helped a guy I barely know emotionally or intellectually cheat on his fiancee. What is wrong with me. Who could I tell? I'm nothing but a whore who deserves to be hit.

Oh Godrick... what if I got pregnant. STD's were my only worry... but he did not use anything. I never expected to have sex. If I did I would have used some kind of birth control. Was I ready for a child? Did I want him in my life forever? To be tied by a child? What about his fiancee? Would things with her end? Did he even tell her about his cheating? Of course not. Would I be able to cast the spell to get rid of a fetus? Could I give it up? Well... I gave up my virginity... close enough right?

My mother came in, grabbed my hand, and drug me to the bathroom. She stands me in front of the mirror.

"Do you see this girl?" I look away from the mirror, and she twists my face violently towards it. "This girl use to be beautiful before she became a slut. Now look at her. She's nothing. She's not my daughter. She is a disgrace to her family." I wasn't crying. Really im not. I'm frozen. Its all true. My mother loved me once. I became a slut. Now she hates me. I need to leave. I cant disgrace my family any more.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I stumble backwards out the door and rush to my room pointing my wand at random items, whispering, "Diminuendo," and shoving the shrunken objects into my purse.

My room is nearly gone of all items, spare a few shelves and a bookcase. I look around my room. Not one thing in 19 years has changed. Its all so overly girly it may even be enough to make Pansy Parkinson sick. Pink trim with yellow walls and flowers on each wall. I'm not the same innocent girl I was. I don't deserve to have this room, this room that was hand painted by my mother.

Stifling a gasp, I grabbed my Comet 290 broom and jumped out of my window.

My first stop is going to be St Mungo's, I decide as I fly near muggle London.

A few moments later I emerge on the steps of Saint Mungo's hospital. I enter quickly after parking my broom outside. Ducking my head as I pass the greeter I head to the second floor for diseases, running up the steps two at a time.

I run to the window where the receptionist is.

"Ginevra Weasley here for an emergency Gyno appointment. "

"Birth date?" The bored looking, mid-forty bottle blonde, says in a voice that sounds like gravel, probably from years of inhaling dragon dung. Nasty stuff that relaxes you and gives you all kinds of cravings for food.

"Eleventh of August, 1981."

I sit quietly waiting for my name to be called. After an hour they finally call me back right when I was on the brink of smashing my head into a wall.

"Ginevra Weasley?" A woman in bright green robes asks and I stand up and walk over to her. "Healer Zabini will see you in room twenty eighty four."

Zanbini? She can't mean... I guess we'll see...

After ten minutes waiting and one nurse taking my vitals three times, im sitting on the table with nothing on but a paper gown.

I feel exposed. As all sluts should. My feet are up in stirrups waiting for the doctor to come cast a spell on my lady parts to see if I am pregnant or infested. The anxiety is killing me.

The door knocks softly and in walks the person I had hoped it wouldn't be. Blaise Zabini.

"Hi Ginny. Long time no see. I hope you are doing well." He smiles brightly at me.

"Hello Blaise. I'm doing well all things considered. " I say as I gesture to my legs up in the air.

He chuckles, "this is the oddest part of the job, reacquainting with old classmates this way. Well lets get started. The first spell I'll do is to test for any STD's and then a pregnancy spell. That sound right?"

I blush and nod as he scoots his chair in between my legs and open them up as he touches my knees.

After several moments he stands up and looks at me with his brows furrowed.

"Ginny I have some concerns."

My heart drops and I feel dizzy.

"You have some bruising on the bottom of your opening. That doesn't conclude with consensual sex."

I blush. My face feels on fire. He knows how much of a slut I am.

"I didn't say no." I whisper.

"But did you say yes? Did you help him?"

"No but-,"

"There is no but Ginny." He shakes his head and sits back down. "Here's the first spell. Morbi Ostendere." A dark green light shoots out of his wand and goes from white to red over my pubic bone. He closes his eyes and sighs and points his wand back at me. "Here's the second spell. Praeseminatio." A white light erupts from his wand and slowly turns purple. He stands up and looks grief stricken.

"Ginny is have some news. I'm not sure which you will be pleased to hear." I nod solemnly.

This isn't going to be good.