Up till now, everything in my life had gone well; my parents loved me, I was a great Quidditch player, I had two amazing best friends (Becca Cooper and Joanna Saunders) and I had an outstanding set of O.W.L. results. But then, in true Malfoy fashion, I had to go and cock everything up.
'Shit.' I thought as I stared at the big red plus sign staring into my eyes. The test was positive. I was pregnant and very surprised. I never thought that something like this could happen to me as I'd always assumed that I'd have children after marrying a man who I loved and wanted to be with for the rest of my life, so this was a major disappointment. I was scared stiff, I couldn't even move. It's weird how a sign you've been using for all your life can bring so much shock to you, but then again I guess that those plus signs were all used in different circumstances.
What was I going to do? I was about to start my seventh year at Hogwarts and was pregnant. PREGNANT FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Straight away I was filled with dread at the thought of telling my family. And is if things couldn't get any worse, my baby's father was the son of Harry Potter, long-time enemy of my father. It was bad enough when Mum and Dad found my younger brother Scorpius and Rose Weasley kissing in his room after secretly flooing Rose over to our's. I could just imagine the look Dad's face: a mix between angry, horrified, scared and disappointed. Mum could probably handle it better as she hadn't had a long rivalry with Harry Potter like my father had.
And then I'd have to tell Scorpius. He'd be so disappointed, not that I slept with a Potter, (he's friends with Albus Potter) but that I was pregnant at seventeen. There was also the worry that he'd tell Albus, who'd most likely tell James, which was a disaster waiting to happen.
And then my thoughts drifted to James Potter. He was tall, dark and handsome with gorgeous hazel eyes and untameable black hair. I loved it when he'd ruffle his hair and it always made me blush. I'd had a crush on him since first year, but I knew it wasn't mutual. Well, not really, not until that night. I always thought that the reason he never talked to me was because he hated my family, but maybe he was just shy as he fancied me? And now I'd have to drop the bombshell that he's going to be a father in approximately seven months. I wonder how he'd take it, would he be happy that he was going to have a child, or just as scared as I was? I was definitely not looking forward to this, not one bit. Maybe I could just avoid telling him altogether, you see it all the time on muggle television programmes (I watch them at Becca's house as her parents love all things 'muggle'. My Dad is not aware of this thankfully). Fictional women find out they're pregnant and don't tell the father for various reasons. However, these situations never seemed to work out as the father always seems to find out about his secret child.
I guess there really was no other option but to tell James. It was his right to know about his child, especially as it was to be the first grandchild of the mighty Harry Potter. However, I still had seven months until I was due to have the baby, so I decided to put off telling anyone for a while and I myself still hadn't gotten my head around it all.