On Saturday morning, Ginny woke up and enjoyed the few moments of peace she was afforded before her brain told her body to start panicking. Today was the day she had decided on, the day to go to the hospital wing to finally get answers. Her stomach felt painful with anxiety as she lay in bed, dreading the visit to Madam Pomfrey.

She sighed heavily, forcing herself to get up and shuffle toward the bathroom. As she stepped inside and closed the door, her mind was racing, replaying every moment of the past few weeks: the tension, the waiting, the looks from Malfoy, Ron, even Harry. Everything seemed to be building to this moment.

Then she felt it– a familiar feeling that made her freeze. Her heart raced as she rushed to check, and when she did, the overwhelming relief hit her like a tidal wave. She was assuredly not pregnant.

For a minute, she stood there, gripping the edge of the sink, the tension and fear of the last few weeks slowly draining away. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of relief and exhaustion. It was over. She wouldn't need to go to the hospital wing after all.

The atmosphere in her body changed from tension to relief so fast and so strongly that she almost laughed. She'd been so close to losing it, so dedicated to imagining the worst.

Without wasting any time, Ginny went to find Hermione, spotting her in the common room, nose-deep in a book as usual. Ginny slid into the seat across from her, trying to keep her composure.

"Hermione," she whispered urgently, causing Hermione to look up, concerned. "I'm not pregnant."

Hermione's face broke into a relieved smile. "Oh, thank goodness," she said, reaching across the table to squeeze Ginny's hand. "That's such a relief, Ginny. I know how worried you've been."

Ginny nodded, feeling the weight of the past few weeks slowly start to lift. "I just needed to tell you. I'm glad it's over, but… I still feel a bit… embarrassed about everything."

Hermione nodded understandingly. "It's okay to feel that way. But you did what you had to do, and it's over now. Why don't you tell Ron? He's been really worried."

Ginny rolled her eyes, her irritation bubbling up. "Ron's been acting like a complete git. He can wait. I need to go find Malfoy."

Hermione raised an eyebrow but said nothing, understanding that Ginny had more pressing matters than dealing with her overprotective brother.

Ginny scanned the courtyard, her eyes searching for Draco. It wasn't hard to spot him—he was standing with a group of Slytherins, casually leaning against a low stone wall, his expression as smug as ever as he joked with his friends.

Her stomach twisted. How was she supposed to approach him with all of them around? She couldn't just walk up and say it—not with Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and a few others standing right there. But she needed to do this now. Before her nerves got the best of her.

Catching Draco's eye, she raised an eyebrow and gave a quick nod toward the nearby corridor, hoping he'd get the message. At first, he didn't seem to understand. But when her expression didn't waver and the signal became clearer, she saw the color drain from his face.

Draco stiffened, his usual confident posture faltering as he turned as pale as a ghost. He clearly thought she was about to give him the worst news imaginable.

Ginny didn't know why she felt nervous as she turned and walked toward a secluded corner of the castle. She had gone through hell worrying about this and it was nearly over. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure he'd follow, and sure enough, Draco had peeled himself away from the group, walking stiffly in her direction, his eyes darting around as if bracing for the inevitable.

When they reached the quiet hallway, Ginny leaned against the cool stone wall, crossing her arms as she waited for him to catch up. It didn't take long– Draco rounded the corner, his face tense, looking like he was preparing for his own funeral.

"Well?" Draco said, his voice was tight, almost cold, and certainly panicked. "What is it? Just tell me, Weasley."

Ginny could see his nerves, the way his hands were clenched but also shaking. For a moment, she almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"Relax, Malfoy," she said, her voice surprisingly calm. "It's over."

Draco blinked, his face still pale but his brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Ginny took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. "I got my period this morning. I'm not pregnant."

Draco stared at her for a moment, as if trying to process the words. Then, slowly, the tension in his shoulders eased, and he let out a long breath, his face slackening in sheer relief.

"Merlin," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "You nearly gave me a bloody heart attack." He looked at her, still pale but with a flicker of something almost like a laugh in his eyes. "I've barely slept for weeks. I thought you were coming to tell me..."

Ginny allowed herself a small smile, though the seriousness of the past few weeks still lingered between them. "Believe me, Malfoy, I wasn't exactly sleeping well either. But it's done now."

Draco ran a hand through his hair, his usual mask of indifference gone. "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that," he admitted. "I couldn't even think straight. I kept imagining having to deal with... everything."

Ginny nodded. "I figured. I just wanted to tell you so you didn't have to keep worrying."

Draco gave her a look, his expression a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. "Thanks, Weasley. For, you know, letting me know."

Ginny paused for a second, considering her next words. "For what it's worth," she added, a little awkwardly, "you didn't handle it terribly."

Draco raised an eyebrow, looking a little surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah," Ginny shrugged. "I mean, you could've been a lot worse."

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Well, I guess that's something."

Ginny rolled her eyes but smiled slightly. "Don't get too smug about it."

For a moment, they stood in silence, the heaviness of the conversation lifting, but leaving something unspoken hanging in the air.

"Right," Draco said, pushing himself off the wall. "Well… see you around then."

Ginny nodded, giving him a final look before turning to walk away, feeling lighter with every step she took.

Later that evening, Ginny found Ron sitting in the Gryffindor common room, staring into the fire, clearly deep in thought. She approached him quietly and sat down beside him. Without looking up, Ron looked up in anticipation, "Well?" his voice was tight with its usual anxiety.

Ginny bit her lip and shook her head slowly, a sad expression crossing her face. "I'm so sorry, Ron," she said softly, her voice filled with mock sorrow.

Ron froze, his face draining of color. "No," he said, his voice shaky. "No, no, no… Ginny, you can't—this can't—" He looked like he was about to have a meltdown, his hands running through his hair as he muttered, "This can't be happening."

Ginny couldn't hold back any longer. "Sorry you're a fucking prat!" she said, grinning. "I'm not pregnant."

Ron blinked, his face still pale, then his expression quickly shifted to one of pure annoyance. "That's not funny, Ginny!" he snapped, relief washing over him. "I thought you were serious!"

Ginny leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, smirking. "You've been hounding me for weeks. I thought I deserved to mess with you just a little."

Ron let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head. "Not funny," he muttered again, rubbing his temples. "But… I'm glad. Really glad."

After a moment of silence, Ron's expression darkened again. "But seriously, Ginny—stay away from Malfoy. He's nothing but trouble."

Ginny's playful smirk faded, and her brow furrowed. "You think I don't know that?" she snapped, her tone sharp with frustration. "I'm not exactly looking to hang around Malfoy, Ron. This whole thing was a nightmare, and now that it's over, I want nothing to do with him."

Ron still looked skeptical, as if he needed to remind her once more. "I'm just saying—"

"You don't need to say anything," Ginny cut him off, her voice firm. "I'm not an idiot, and I don't need you acting like I'm just waiting for another chance to throw myself at Malfoy. Trust me, the last thing I want is to be anywhere near him."

Ron opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself, nodding begrudgingly. "Alright, alright. I just… you know, I'm trying to look out for you."

Ginny's expression softened slightly, though her irritation still lingered. "I get that, Ron. But I can take care of myself. You don't have to keep hovering over me like I'm about to make the same mistake twice."

Ron sighed, finally letting it go. "Okay," he muttered, still looking slightly uneasy. "But if he so much as looks at you funny…"

Ginny rolled her eyes and stood up. "I'll handle it. You worry about yourself for once."

She gave him a playful nudge on the shoulder before heading toward the girls' dorm, feeling a mix of relief and lingering frustration. As much as she appreciated Ron's concern, she was more than ready to leave the whole ordeal with Malfoy in the past.