Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story line...sadly. JKR owns everything - including the characters, spells, and the entire world of Harry Potter. I wonder if I could buy it from her for a dollar?
Thanks to my wonderful, wonderful beta - dragonsangel68.
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Chapter 2
Sitting in the bathroom of the same pub where this awful accident began, Ginny pulled out the Muggle pregnancy test and read the instructions. Carefully urinating on the stick, she sent her prayers up to every higher power she could think of. She stood, placed the test on the top of the toilet paper dispenser, pulled up her undergarments and put the toilet seat down. Sitting, she looked at her watch and it occurred to her that this was the longest three minutes of her life.
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She returned home a short while later and threw herself on her bed. Sobbing, she wondered how something like this could happen to her. She was always so careful. She was a good girl, she went to work, paid her debts, and held out for the love all her family and friends had seemingly found. She patiently waited for that last part, but it seemed to elude her at every turn. "Fuck."
What was she going to tell her parents? No one was going to be very forgiving about her getting pissed at a pub and spawning a child whose father was unknown. What was she to do? Put up wanted posters? Sure, some no-name man was going to come forward to claim a love child from a one-nighter. That was bloody likely. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
She lay in her bed for the remainder of the day, thankful that it was the weekend.
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Monday morning, Ginny had realized a sense of purpose. She had to at least try to figure out who had helped her do this to herself, and maybe, if he was decent, he'd help her figure out what had happened and what to do about all of this. "It's a long shot, but I'll have to take it."
After work, she returned to the pub where she both conceived and found out about the conception. Walking into the bathroom and straight to the basin, she splashed cold water on her face willing herself to remain strong. She walked out of the bathroom and up to the bar.
She politely asked the bartender if he remembered her.
"Sure do, miss. You'd be difficult to forget."
Blushing, she asked him why he would say that.
"Not every day you see someone with that particular shade of red hair. My wife has tried for years to get that exact shade. Nearly bankrupted me paying every salon in London in her attempt."
Thanking him profusely and recommending a salon she knew was quite reputable, she went on to ask him if he remembered the man she had begun talking to that night.
"Yes, ma'am. Can't remember much. Two of you disappeared a bit after he started chatting you up. Don't know his name, but I can tell you what he looks like. He's pretty regular in here, but doesn't talk much. Sits in the back, corner booth by himself. Drinks scotch."
Would he mind giving her a description?
"No, ma'am. Hey, would you like something to drink? Water, sure. Coming right up. Where was I? What your gentleman looked like...oh yes. Somewhere around six foot three or six foot four, blonde hair, blue eyes…well, they might be another shade. It's hard to tell seeing as they are so light. Man's got a bit of a slender build, but he's not skinny…just…what does my wife call it…sinewy. That's it. You can tell he's got more of a muscular build. Looks like a smaller footballer."
Was that all?
"Yes, ma'am. As I said, I don't know his name, but he's regular in here. If you spend enough time in here, he'll show back up. Haven't seen him today, but he'll be in here later this week, for sure. Yes, ma'am. If he comes in, I'd be happy to give him this. Not a problem. Good day to you too, ma'am."
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She walked down the street as fast as she could. She was passive-aggressive she knew, but it was the most she could bring herself to do right now. The letter she'd given the barkeeper had told her name, where she could be contacted, and that said that she'd like to get together again. "Now, to go and clean up the flat in case he shows up. This is my only hope."
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Ginny waited all week for her mystery beau to show up on her doorstep, but he never did. She was panicking. What was she going to do? She couldn't do this alone and confiding in someone was not an option. Could she have the baby without acknowledging the father? Could she go somewhere and go through her pregnancy and then quietly give the child up? Worst of all, was she the type of person to use Muggle abortion as a form of birth control? "Oh fuck."
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Ginny was still making up her mind as to what to do the following Thursday evening when a knock sounded on her door. She had been quite the lump lately and her atrophying muscles screamed as she painfully moved from the couch to the door.
She opened it and instantly regretted not using the peephole.
Standing in front of her was a tall, blonde man holding her letter and wearing a smirk.
"Couldn't get enough, could you?" His smirk became larger as those words exited his mouth.
"Oh fuck."
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