A/N: This one is defiantly dedicated to Kitty Minky – There you go! Your
preferred pairing, hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter One ~ The Powers That Be
Things couldn't have been worse for Draco. His exams were coming up and he knew nothing. His father was becoming more distant and he couldn't be with him. His mother was dead for betraying Voldemort. And he was hopelessly in love but couldn't find it in himself to tell the other person how he feels. He buried his head in his pillow. "I can't take this any more!" he shouted to himself.
He pulled himself up and looked around. He jumped back in shock and fell off of his bed. Pulling himself up and smoothing back his hair he glared at the intruder. "Bloody owls... sitting around waiting to frighten people..." he cursed and pulled a piece of parchment off his owls leg. "Go on... bugger off!" he shouted and the owl left the room with an angry hoot.
He didn't even bother to read it, he just cast it to the floor and stormed out of the room, desperate for some piece and quiet. Despite having a dormitory all to himself (God bless his fathers riches) he could hear everything that drifted up from the common room and the main dormitory. He wandered through the halls until he reached the only place in Hogwarts that was ever quiet... the library.
He settled down in a large arm chair with a book concerning charms. Yes. Draco Malfoy does study. In fact he loves books. Not that he would ever tell any one of course, no. This was his little secret, books were a way to escape all thoughts of anything, and that was just what he needed right now. Above all else he loved charms, another thing that he would never admit, he was supposed to be a dark, evil wizard like his father.
"Oh my God, a Malfoy with a book." Every word was stretched out and Draco wanted to curl up and die. He closed the book calmly and placed it in his lap, front cover down so that he wasn't further incriminated.
"What can I do for you, mudblood?" he asked harshly, looking up into the excited eyes of Hermione. But he couldn't really see her at all. Maybe it was just that he had looked up too quickly, but his head was spinning and his vision was blurry. Hermione looked at him, his eyes were disturbingly unfocused.
"I think the question is, what can *I* do for *you*? You look terrible. But then again, you always look terrible." She added sarcastically, but she started to look worried as the book slid off of Draco's lap and he made no attempt to retrieve it. "Malfoy?"
Meanwhile, up in the Griffindor common room, Ron looked at Harry who was standing there just wobbling from side to side as though he was about to feint. His green eyes had glazed over, and he was clinging onto the edge of a chair for dear life. "Something's wrong..." Harry whispered, lowering himself into a chair.
Down in the library Hermione was waving her had in front of Draco's face, but he could barely see it. He felt sick. He knew that he should really have someone see to it, he had been feeling like this for a while now, but he was a Malfoy... Malfoy's didn't worry about illnesses. 'To hell with it.' He thought to himself. 'I feel like I'm dying.' "Granger..." he uttered, unsure of whether she was even still there.
"Yes? What's up with you? You're all pale." She couldn't believe it, but it was true, she was worried about Draco.
"Go and get Pomphrey..." he managed to whisper.
"No... I can't just leave you here like this." 'What?!' her head screamed. 'Of course you can leave him here like this! It's bloody Malfoy... you know... sworn enemy, suspected death eater, scum?' her brain reminded her, but she still felt compelled to stay. "Put your arm round my shoulder, I'll help you there." She helped him up but he was practically blinded by his dizziness so there progress to the hospital wing was slow. "You're... bloody... heavy... you... great... lump..." Hermione panted as they approached the last flight of stairs to the hospital wing.
Draco scowled. If he could see her then he probably would have hexed her. But being almost blind and waving his wand around didn't seem like such a good idea. Hermione sat him on the edge of a bed just as Ron walked in with Harry, who was also suffering from the blindness.
Poppy looked at the two of them, sitting side by side and not even knowing it. She almost laughed. "What is it? What's wrong with them?" Hermione asked urgently. She had forgotten all about Draco and her concerns rested on Harry.
"Oh the powers that be have been playing with you boys. I take it that you did not receive the message I sent you this morning mister Malfoy, or you mister Potter? Not that it would have mattered now anyway, what's done is done."
"Well what the hell has been done?!" Ron raged, annoyed at the fact that she could laugh about it and he didn't know what was going on.
"The dizziness will pass soon now that you are in one another's company, and that it the way that it is going to have to stay I'm afraid! Now which one of you is the lucky one?" she said, looking from one to the other.
"Lucky one?" Harry said, his eyes cast to the ground as he tried to focus his slowly returning vision.
"Well one of you lucky boys is pregnant!" she said joyfully.
"Bloody powers that be." Muttered Draco, his eyes focusing just enough for him to glare at the heavens, where the powers that be were pointing and laughing.
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A/N: There you go then, chapter one is unleashed upon the world. Now you can review it can't you!! And while you're at it you can help me decide which one of the 'lucky boys' is going to have a baby!! It may seem a little confusion now but all will be explained in chapter two. Hope you liked. Please review! Please, thank you, no, alright then? Luv Halliwell xx
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Chapter One ~ The Powers That Be
Things couldn't have been worse for Draco. His exams were coming up and he knew nothing. His father was becoming more distant and he couldn't be with him. His mother was dead for betraying Voldemort. And he was hopelessly in love but couldn't find it in himself to tell the other person how he feels. He buried his head in his pillow. "I can't take this any more!" he shouted to himself.
He pulled himself up and looked around. He jumped back in shock and fell off of his bed. Pulling himself up and smoothing back his hair he glared at the intruder. "Bloody owls... sitting around waiting to frighten people..." he cursed and pulled a piece of parchment off his owls leg. "Go on... bugger off!" he shouted and the owl left the room with an angry hoot.
He didn't even bother to read it, he just cast it to the floor and stormed out of the room, desperate for some piece and quiet. Despite having a dormitory all to himself (God bless his fathers riches) he could hear everything that drifted up from the common room and the main dormitory. He wandered through the halls until he reached the only place in Hogwarts that was ever quiet... the library.
He settled down in a large arm chair with a book concerning charms. Yes. Draco Malfoy does study. In fact he loves books. Not that he would ever tell any one of course, no. This was his little secret, books were a way to escape all thoughts of anything, and that was just what he needed right now. Above all else he loved charms, another thing that he would never admit, he was supposed to be a dark, evil wizard like his father.
"Oh my God, a Malfoy with a book." Every word was stretched out and Draco wanted to curl up and die. He closed the book calmly and placed it in his lap, front cover down so that he wasn't further incriminated.
"What can I do for you, mudblood?" he asked harshly, looking up into the excited eyes of Hermione. But he couldn't really see her at all. Maybe it was just that he had looked up too quickly, but his head was spinning and his vision was blurry. Hermione looked at him, his eyes were disturbingly unfocused.
"I think the question is, what can *I* do for *you*? You look terrible. But then again, you always look terrible." She added sarcastically, but she started to look worried as the book slid off of Draco's lap and he made no attempt to retrieve it. "Malfoy?"
Meanwhile, up in the Griffindor common room, Ron looked at Harry who was standing there just wobbling from side to side as though he was about to feint. His green eyes had glazed over, and he was clinging onto the edge of a chair for dear life. "Something's wrong..." Harry whispered, lowering himself into a chair.
Down in the library Hermione was waving her had in front of Draco's face, but he could barely see it. He felt sick. He knew that he should really have someone see to it, he had been feeling like this for a while now, but he was a Malfoy... Malfoy's didn't worry about illnesses. 'To hell with it.' He thought to himself. 'I feel like I'm dying.' "Granger..." he uttered, unsure of whether she was even still there.
"Yes? What's up with you? You're all pale." She couldn't believe it, but it was true, she was worried about Draco.
"Go and get Pomphrey..." he managed to whisper.
"No... I can't just leave you here like this." 'What?!' her head screamed. 'Of course you can leave him here like this! It's bloody Malfoy... you know... sworn enemy, suspected death eater, scum?' her brain reminded her, but she still felt compelled to stay. "Put your arm round my shoulder, I'll help you there." She helped him up but he was practically blinded by his dizziness so there progress to the hospital wing was slow. "You're... bloody... heavy... you... great... lump..." Hermione panted as they approached the last flight of stairs to the hospital wing.
Draco scowled. If he could see her then he probably would have hexed her. But being almost blind and waving his wand around didn't seem like such a good idea. Hermione sat him on the edge of a bed just as Ron walked in with Harry, who was also suffering from the blindness.
Poppy looked at the two of them, sitting side by side and not even knowing it. She almost laughed. "What is it? What's wrong with them?" Hermione asked urgently. She had forgotten all about Draco and her concerns rested on Harry.
"Oh the powers that be have been playing with you boys. I take it that you did not receive the message I sent you this morning mister Malfoy, or you mister Potter? Not that it would have mattered now anyway, what's done is done."
"Well what the hell has been done?!" Ron raged, annoyed at the fact that she could laugh about it and he didn't know what was going on.
"The dizziness will pass soon now that you are in one another's company, and that it the way that it is going to have to stay I'm afraid! Now which one of you is the lucky one?" she said, looking from one to the other.
"Lucky one?" Harry said, his eyes cast to the ground as he tried to focus his slowly returning vision.
"Well one of you lucky boys is pregnant!" she said joyfully.
"Bloody powers that be." Muttered Draco, his eyes focusing just enough for him to glare at the heavens, where the powers that be were pointing and laughing.
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A/N: There you go then, chapter one is unleashed upon the world. Now you can review it can't you!! And while you're at it you can help me decide which one of the 'lucky boys' is going to have a baby!! It may seem a little confusion now but all will be explained in chapter two. Hope you liked. Please review! Please, thank you, no, alright then? Luv Halliwell xx