A Drunken Mistake

Chapter Two

When Ginny came to, she wasn't really sure where she was. Her eyes were still closed tight and she could smell antiseptic and an odd type of perfume. She laid perfectly still as she listened to the hushed voices of the people in the room.

"What seems to be the problem, Poppy?" The voice of Professor McGonagall asked the matron in a worried voice.

"Just a simple case of malnutrician and exhaustion, nothing to worry about." Madame Pomfrey replied. Ginny heard McGonagall let out a sigh of relief.

"It's really no wonder in times like these, what with more and more Death Eater sightings everyday, and lessons and NEWTs on top of all that."

"All the girl needs is a little rest, she should be good as new in no time." Pomfrey told her in her cheery voice. Ginny heard the clicking of heels and a door close, signalling that McGonagall had left. She heard someone approached what she assumed to be her bed, pulling back the curtains. Ginny squinted in the sudden light, covering her eyes with her hands.

"Oh good, you're awake." Pomfrey said with a smile, not sounding the least bit surprised. Ginny opened her eyes to find herself in the hospital wing in one of it's many beds. Her mind was fuzzy and her head was pounding, but other then that she seemed to be in one piece.

"You gave your brother and his friends a right scare," Pomfrey told her as she busied herself with a vial, pouring a thick purple liquid into a goblet. "They only left about an hour or so ago, stood by your side for quite some time." Ginny listened to her talk silently, not quite sure why she was there. All she could remember was running up the stairs before everything became blurred and then black.

"Would you mind telling me what happened, exactly?" Ginny asked, eying the goblet Pomfrey was holding. The purple liquid inside was giving off a strong scent of lilacs, making her head swim.

"You fainted on the stairs in your dormitory," Pomfrey said, handing her the goblet. "Lucky Miss Granger was there to catch you or it might have been more serious." Ginny stared at the purple liquid, trying to breathe through her mouth.

"What's this?" Ginny asked her, wrinkling her nose at the smell.

"Oh, just a little of this, a little of that. Drink up now, sweetie." Reluctantly, Ginny downed the concotion in one big gulp, grimacing at the strong, flowery taste. She could feel the warmth from whatever she'd just drank slowly make it's way down her throat until finally settling in her stomache.

"Now what?"

"Now we wait." Pomfrey told her simply. Ginny expected her to go busy herself again, but instead she stayed where she was, watching her. After a few minutes, Ginny began to feel a warm, tingling sensation in her hand. She flexed it, thinking it was just going to sleep, but when she looked down her mouth dropped. Her hand was not only tingling and going numb, but it had turned a deep shade of violet. Pomfrey too looked down, gasping when she saw.

"What the bloody hell?!?" Ginny shouted, nearly jumping out of the bed. "What on earth did you make me drink?" Pomfrey looked at her with a sad expression on her face, taking her hands in her's.

"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny," She said in a calm, sweet voice. "What are we going to do with you?"

"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked her, confused. "And what the hell did I just take?"

Pomfrey moved so she was sitting beside her on the bed, still holding her hands. Ginny couldn't remember Pomfrey ever being so motherly before. "Ginny, what you just drank was a Pregnancy Detection Potion. After you drink it, your right hand will either turn blue, indicating you are not pregnant, or violet indicating you are pregnant. Dear, your hand turned violet." Ginny's jax dropped. Her, pregnant? There was no way.

"That can't be true." Ginny said simply, refusing to believe it.

"Ginny, this potion is one hundred percent accurate. It is true."

"There must be some kind of mistake," She argued. "I just finished my period the other day."

Pomfrey gave her a knowing smile. "By any chance was it light and only lasted a few days?"

"Well, I'm not usually even that regular," Ginny told her. "Sometimes I don't get one for months."

"There's also the fainting." Pomfrey reminded her.

"What would that have to do with being pregnant?" Ginny asked, trying to process everything the older woman was saying.

"Well, in rare cases fainting occurs in the early stages of the first trimester due to compression of the arteries in your legs. Things like climbing up stairs or standing up too quickly can cause light headedness and even fainting." Pomfrey said, sounding like she'd memorized a medical book.

"But I haven't gotten any other signs of being pregnant like the morning sickness."

"Not everyone gets morning sickness right away, some women don't even get it at all," Pomfrey told her. "There's many other symptoms which you may have overlooked."

"Such as?" Ginny challenged her, determined to disprove the potion. There was just no way that she could be pregnant, especially not at sixteen.

"Well, let's see," Pomfrey answered, thinking hard. "There's feeling bloated, weight gain, breast tenderness, fatigue, frequent urination, food cravings, aversions to foods, sensitivity to certain smells, nausea, heartburn, constipation, mood swings, irritability, higher body temperature and lower back pain. And might I add, from what your brother and his friends told me when they brought you in, you have had quite a few symptoms which you may not have even noticed."

Ginny just stared, not really knowing what to say. Everything was starting to click, her sudden bursts of anger, how she always felt hot, even in the dungeons and how she could barely even look at chicken, even though it had always been one of her favourite foods. It all fit.

"B-but it can't be," Ginny said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm only sixteen."

"Sometimes a baby can come at the worst of times," Pomfrey told her. "That's why it's always important to use a contraceptive charm before intercourse."

"I didn't even know there was such a thing." Ginny admitted.

"Yes, well you can blame that on the minister's refusal to add a sexual education class to the ciriculum," Pomfrey said, giving her hand a squeeze before standing. "But you and I have more important things to discuss right now."

After an hour long talk about prenatal care and an internal examintation to determine how far in Ginny was and what her due date would be, Pomfrey discharged her, also giving her a thick book all about the do's and don'ts of prenatal care.

"One more thing before you go," The older woman said as Ginny made to leave. "Do you have an idea of who the father may be?" Ginny thought for a moment, keeping in mind that Pomfrey had told her she was about two or three weeks along.

"Don't worry," Ginny told her, having a new found respect for the matron. "I know who it could be."

"Well that's good," Pomfrey replied with a grin. "Remember, I have an appointment for you for a week from Friday right after lessons."

"Thanks for all your help, goodbye." Ginny flashed the woman a forced smile before grabbed her new book and heading off to her dormitory for some much needed sleep, thankful she had been excused from the next day's classes.

When Ginny returned to the Gryffindor common room, she was thankful no one was awake. She quietly krept up the stairs to her dormitory, still trying to process everything Pomfrey had told her.

Was she really going to have a baby? It all seemed so surreal, afterall she was only sixteen. And what about the father? There were only two possibilities according to the date of conception Pomfrey had calculated. But how was she going to do this? She knew she wasn't ready for a child, she was still enjoying being a teenager. And what about school? Pomfrey had promised her that no one but the teachers were to know. Apparently Ginny wasn't the first pregnant teen at Hogwarts.

There were so many questions floating in her mind as she shoved her new book beneath her mattress. As she began to undress, she couldn't help but study her stomach. It was still so flat, it was hard to believe something was growing just inside. She gently poked her abdomen, trying to detect a baby. She frowned when she was unable to locate anything unusual. She dressed herself in her lavendar pajamas and climbed beneath her warm scarlet comforter. She settled in, putting the pregnancy to the back of her mind. She was exhausted and soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

*

Ginny awoke the next day to an empty dormitory. The late morning light was shining through the open window, making the scarlet theme more vibrant. She knew she should get out of bed and dress for lunch, but she just didn't want to. Her appointment with Pomfrey was still fresh in her mind, putting her in a foul mood.

So many things were running through her mind. Like what she was going to tell her parents. She knew they'd be disapointed in her, hell they'd probably be furious. She could see it now, her parents shouting at her about how irresponsible she was for being so stupid. She wouldn't be surprised if they'd disown her for getting pregnant. She was seriously considering hiding the whole pregnancy completely. Pomfrey had agreed to help her conceal her stomach which would soon be very visibly pregnant.

That was definately another thing she was worried about. She highly doubted she could confide in any of her friends, none of them had ever even had a pregnancy scare, how would they ever understand? Everyone still treated her as a little girl, being a pregnant teen was not something they would ever ecspect from her. Then there was also the problem of telling the father.

It wasn't like she just couldn't tell him. He had to know, he had helped create the life growing inside her. The only problem was, she was exactly who the father could be. Before Halloween, she'd broken up with Dean Thomas for good. The night Dean had broken it off with her, she'd been so upset that she was thinking clearly. A friend had consolled her, but she'd taken it the wrong way and they'd ended up sleeping together. Both had admitted afterwards that it had been a mistake, promising not to mention it again. Unfortunately, telling him he may be a father in a few months would definately mean she'd have to bring it up. She couldn't keep something this big from him, that would be far too cruel.

Then there was Malfoy, the git who'd she'd gotten drunk and had a one night stand with. She was really wishing the baby turned out not to be his. Having the baby of a Death Eater would disapoint everyone even more. Besides, she couldn't see him even stepping up to his responsibility. He'd probably refuse to have anything to do with it and hex her while he was at it. But she couldn't ignore the fact that he could be the father, he had a right to know, even if he probably would just shrug it off. How would she tell him, though? It's not like they ever had a chance to talk normally, not that she'd ever found herself wanting to talk to him. She needed to catch him alone, the last thing she wanted was for all of his slimy little Slytherin friends to overhear.

All this thinking was giving Ginny a headache. She didn't want to think about pregnancies and fathers. She was sixteen, she was supposed to be thinking of boys and parties and how she could cram in a bit of studying while suffering from a hangover. She wanted to push being pregnant into the back of her mind, but she couldn't. There was no escaping it, she was going to have a baby whether she liked it or not. She had to accept it, but that didn't mean she really had to act all that different. As long as she could cover up the baby bump, no one needed to know.

Deciding she needed more time to think about everything, Ginny got up and went down into the common room, taking her new book with her. She picked out the comfiest chair facing the fire and curled up with her book. As long as she was going to be pregnant, she might as well learn how to take care of herself. And what better way to spend her free day then reading? Joy...

Harry was just walking out of the library when he heard someone calling his name. He turned around to find Colin Creevey rushing towards him, a camera hanging from around his neck.

"Hi Colin." Harry greeted the younger boy half heartedly. He hadn't been very fond of the younger Gryffindor since he first came to Hogwarts when Harry was a second year. His favourite hobby had been to follow Harry around like a puppy, taking his picture every chance he got. Luckily Colin had given up on being Harry's personaly paparazzi, but he was still a little too obsessed for his liking.

"How's Ginny doing?" Colin asked when he'd finally caught up with him. Somehow news of Ginny passing out and being sent to the infimary the night before had gotten around the school.

"She's fine, I think," Harry told him. "I haven't really seen her to know for sure." Actually, Harry had been worrying about his old friend all day. She hadn't attended any of her lessons and she'd been absent from both breakfast and lunch. No one had seen or heard from her since the night before, so he'd been on his way to Gryffindor Tower to see if she was there before dinner started.

"I hope she's okay," Colin said, more to himself then Harry as he turned to leave. "She really hasn't been the same since Halloween..."

"Wait, what?" Harry asked, grabbing Colin and turning him back around. "What do you mean she hasn't been the same?"

"Well, I thought you would've noticed, but lately she's been kind of moody. It's a bit scary actually." Colin admitted, looking upset. It was pretty well known around the school that Colin had had a huge crush on Ginny since their third year.

"Were you there at Halloween?" He didn't know why, but for some reason he was very interested in finding out what had happened that night. Ginny was one of his oldest and closest friends who he cared very deeply for. If something happened to her then he had a right to know.

"Yeah, I was actually the only sobre person there all night." Colin told him, seeming a bit surprised that he hadn't known. Alarms went off in Harry's head at the thought of Ginny drinking. He'd seen her drink once before and he knew from experience that she got carried away.

"How about we go sit somewhere and you can tell me what happened that night?" Harry suggested, wanting to know as much as he could. There was no question that Ginny had been acting strange for the past few weeks, it was only right for him to know why.

"Sure!" Colin answered excitedly. "Do you think I could get a few pictures, too?"

*

Ginny awoke to a stiff pain in her lower back and neck. She'd fallen asleep in her chair while trying to read the book Pomfrey had practically ordered her to read. The book had been terribly dull, and Ginny just couldn't focus. Somewhere about part way through the section on conception, she succumbed to the overwhelming urge to curl up and have a nap. Now her sore body was paying for it.

Her empty stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't ate since the night before. Deciding she'd best get dressed so she could go to dinner, Ginny picked up her book and headed upstairs cautiously.

Ginny quickly threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She noticed the jeans were a bit snug on her hips, causing her mood to worsen. She wasn't happy about this baby at all, afterall, it was a mistake. She hadn't even thought about having kids yet, but now she had no choice. However, she was determined not to let it get to her. She was going to hold her head high and pretend like nothing was wrong. Hopefully no one would catch on.

Satisfied with how she looked, Ginny grabbed a sweater and pulled it on over her shirt. Since she was soon going to be noticably pregnant, she had to start wearing sweaters more often so no one would notice. She then tucked her book safely under her mattress and left.

As Ginny walked into the Great Hall, she was surprised to find no one gawking at her like she was a freak. No one even really noticed her come in, they were all too consumed by talking with their friends. She felt herself blush as her own stupidity, not really sure why she thought people would stare. No one knew she was pregnant, and it wasn't like you could really even tell. She quickly shook off the slight shock and casually made her way to Gryffindor Table where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and, oddly enough, Colin Creevey were sitting.

"Hi guys." Ginny greeted them with a smile, feeling suddenly upbeat.

"Hey Gin, how you feeling?" Harry asked as she slid into the seat next to Colin who was furiously snapping pictures. The flash from the camera burned her eyes, and she was half tempted to scream at Colin. Why was Harry even letting him take pictures? He never let him.

"Better actually, I slept most the day." Ginny told him.

"What did Pomfrey say was wrong?" Ron asked in a tone that you'd normally use with a child.

"Exhaustion," Ginny quickly lied. "What with my NEWTs coming up and all this talk about Death Eaters I've been wearing myself pretty thin." Well, that wasn't a total lie, she had been stressed lately. Just maybe not as much as she shoould have been.

"Well make sure you rest up for this Saturday's Quidditch match," Harry told her in a concerned tone, "We're playing Slytherin and we can't afford to replace you." Ginny had completely forgotten about Quidditch. Was it even safe for her to play? She'd never been hurt during a game, but she knew it was risky. But if she quit, Harry would have to hold try outs to replace her, and she knew no one would be as good as her. She was just going to have to play and be extra careful.

"Don't worry," Ginny replied. "I don't plan on missing it." If only they knew all the horrible situations she was playing out in her mind. This pregnancy had definately come at the worst possible time.

To Be Continued...

Okay, so finally chapter two is done ! I've been working on rewriting this chapter for weeks. I hate writer's block. Hopefully you're all liking the changes. I would have liked to rewrite this story to fit with at least book six, but the plot just won't allow it so please just bare with me. Remember to R&R !

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