Thank you guys for the reviews! If I had known to threaten to drop the story to get a review I should've done it in chapter one! Kidding. Kidding. I dont own Harry Potter. But I do own a Daryl Dixon plush figure. This chapter is dedicated to Crazy Girl Writer who was the first review. Read and Review loves. Any questions you all have I will answer.

"What?"

"Ginny you are nearly pregnant." Blaise speaks in a calm voice as he examines me from his office chair that is not an office chair.

Hermione is rubbing small circles over the back of my hand again. It's nearly comforting but as of now I don't want to be touched.

"Nearly pregnant. I am nearly pregnant. Of course my first time and I not only get herpes but pregnant too. Of course! So now I'll be a pregnant hooker, single mother slut, with no job, no home, no nothing, nothing, no-nothing..." my head is pulled into Hermiones chest as I sob uncontrollably gasping and I know I must be the worst looking thing in the world. My mouth open, saliva sting connected to both my lips, snot running freely onto my best friends shirt, shrill gasps and screams coming from my mouth, noises I didn't know I was capable of honestly.

Blaise went and cast Muffliato on the door after my sobs didn't slow down. Hermione was rocking me back and forth saying things I really don't care to hear in this moment. I am catching phrases like, "be there," and, "let it out." I don't want anyone to be there. I put myself in this position. I deserve to be alone and I shouldnt be whining like a little girl who had her hopes dashed.

"You can survive this. Your child could survive completely unscathed by the herpes. No damage to them at all. I think you need to speak to the father before making your decision." Remarks Blaise thoughtfully as he stood up and hands me tissues.

After several minutes of me hiccuping I finally am able to choke out a question.

"So it isn't fa-fatal?"

"No. No not at all Ginny."

A mixture of sigh and a couch erupted from my throat.

"Thank you Blaise if she has any questions I'll be sure to have her call you." Mione declares as she stands up and I slowly followed her out into the hall after waving solemnly at Blaise.

"Where to Gin?"

"I h-ave to talk to Wayne."

"Do you want me to come with you for moral support? Or want me to flu with you or Apparate you there and wait?" She was waving her wand in front of my face probably cleaning me up judging by how the tears were drying and how my eyes dont feel stratchy and puffy anymore.

"No, no. I have to do th-this on my own. I'll be ok. Swear." I hiccup out and give her a quick hug before I turn on my heel and Apparate out of the hospital in front of Waynes flat door.

I knock quickly hoping his fiancee was not home, that would make things so much worse. I'm shivering more than I did in the game. I forgot my jacket and there is half a foot of snow on the ground.

I hear footsteps from inside the house and hurry to straighten my purple sweater that I had thrown on this morning before shit hit the fan.

He opens the door and smiles when he sees me, looks behind him and steps out onto the porch.

"Hey sexy, how are you? " He asks as he crosses his arms and leans against the door. God I love when he does that, his hair over his eyes, he looks so hot.

"I'm not very good right now. I have some news." I comment quietly.

"Oh? What's that babe?" He smirked slightly.

"You gave me herp-," he interrupts me.

"I know. My girl got it from some guy she has been sleeping with and gave it to me. So I didn't really think about it. Shit happens. Besides it's just cold sores. Everybody gets them. No big deal." He chuckles.

"But he said it would be painful."

"Who is he? Are you already fucking with someone else? Wow. Nasty."

"What? No I only ever had sex with you! And I'm almost pregnant." I bite my lip, I hadn't wanted that to pop out so soon. I gaze at his face to gauge his reaction.

"That's nice hun. Have fun with that."

What? Its his kid!

"What the...? This will be your kid!" I exclaim incredulously.

"Listen sugar, I am going to be married soon, in a year from next month as a matter of fact. And if you think a baby is going to make me ditch Laura you are sadly mistaken, so I don't know why you even bothered to show up. Do you want money for the fuck?" He takes 5 gallons from his pocket and thrusts them into my hands. "I marked you as mine, you had virgin written all over you, and how often do you get to take one of those? Face it Punkin, you're just not marriage material. You were a great hump and dump and I look forward to doing it again as soon as you get rid of your kid."

Without another word he turn on his heel, opened the door and nearly slammed it in my face.

I quickly blink back tears and drop the gallons and stumble backwards away from the doors and away from the hurtful words. I start running until I cant anymore, at least 4 kilos and am bent in half in an alley reaching from running so much. I cant breath or see from the tears in my eyes. I don't know what to do. I brace my back against a wall and slide down and put my arms around my legs and head on my knees as I cry.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?"

I feel a light touch on my shoulder.

"I an fibe ib okay." I muffle out and wipe my face quickly, I must have snot all over my sleaves.

"Do you need me to call someone for you?" They question as I look up.

And oh dear god, no fucking way.

"Draco Malfoy?" One of the least people I want to see me now. Here come the making fun of me.

"Wow Ginnivera, lets get you cleaned up." Next thing I knew I was in the air and felt pressed through a small tube, he Apparated us somewhere. Am I really in such a state I am willing to go with a near stranger to Godrick knows where?

The house was old, I can tell that much. It is nearly all black and has an almost rustic charm to it. Black fireplace, grey and black tiles, and dark grey walls. I have a feeling it you stay here long enough this place will drain the soul out of you. Which explains a lot seeing how this seems to be where Draco Malfoy lives.

I start shifting in his arms trying to get down, I feel like a child.

"Would you please put me down?" I glare up at him.

He has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed as he rights me.

"Sorry. Bathroom is down the hall fourth door to the left. Would you like new clothes?"

I look down at my jeans and sweater that are both dirty with snot, sweat and dirt. I nod solemnly.

"I'll have some of my sisters spare clothes transfixed for you." He said as he left the room.

I slowly walk to the bathroom to find, yet another, black on black room. Black tiles, black walls, black shower, black everything. I turn to look in the mirror.

This girl is nearly pregnant. She had sex once. Got an STD and pregnant. Can I get rid of a baby? Maybe give it up for adoption in the muggle world. But then no one would understand them. They'd feel alone and lost. Could I go in tomorrow and have the sperm removed? I have always wanted kids. At most three so they could all have individual attention. Could I go through with this? Am I strong enough? I guess I have to be now.

My red hair was a mess, all disheveled and crazy. My skin blotchy with patches of red all over and, oh Godrick, that's embarrassing.

I take off my shirt and pants, start the water for a shower; as hot as it will go. Who cares if I turn into a lobster. I am down to my bra and panties when the door opens and Draco walks in. His eyes go wide as I struggle to cover myself and he turns quickly to exit.

I hear a knock on the door and I open it slowly, just a crack, to see clothes right in font of it and Draco nowhere in sight.