Summary: NEWTs weren't the only problem James faced the last term of Seventh year. He had wanted to go out with a bang anyway. Knocking up the Head Girl probably counted. Nine Month Challenge at HPFC forum. JamesII/OFC

As I have an obsession with Pregnancy (and two cousins who were teen mothers) I like to make sure everything is totally correct. This doesn't mean I won't make mistakes. But I'll research. There'll be ten chapters, because, technically, there are ten months to pregnancy. Just like you're two weeks preggers before you even have sex. Yeah. I don't know either.

Chapter lengths will fluctuate wildly. Chapter two is over a thousand words more than this.

I think I got the year right. Fingers crossed. Math isn't actually my strong suit, even if I like it. Haha.

Warnings: Mentions of sex (duh), underage drinking (They're of age in the Wizarding World, but meh), mild language, and pregnancy lingo.

Winning at Everything

Chapter One: James Wins at Life

Month One: Two Weeks Pregnant – November 22, 2021 – Date of Conception

James pumped a fist in the air as the common room roared. While he wished he could say that Gryffindor had crushed Slytherin, they had only won by a hundred points. That was his brother's doing, he knew. Albus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, and Jack Bobbin were a force of nature on the pitch, and Jerry Nott was no slouch when it came to hunting for the snitch.

That didn't matter, though. They had won, and James had bragging rights for a while yet. His team was the best that it had ever been and Gryffindor was going for the cup. His brother could take it another year.

Most of the night was a blur of talking, laughing, and joking around with the people of his house. William Creevey had slipped in some firewhiskey and the older years were taking advantage of it, James included. How the sixth year had gotten it was something James would never know. The guy had connections.

The night lead him to sitting next to Cora Bobbin, his girlfriend. He and the usually quiet girl had gotten together the beginning of sixth year when she had tried to take points off of him for being out after curfew. James really couldn't help laughing when she had stuttered at him, "Y- you're not supposed to, to be out this late, James P- Potter!" He'd felt bad afterward, but the girl had had a good sense of humor about the whole thing. That's what he liked about her.

"So the Head Girl's drinking. Shame on you Cora. I thought you were supposed to set an example for the impressionable younger students," James drawled, curling an arm around her shoulders. Two and a half glasses of firewhiskey under his belt and the world felt a little rosy.

Cora turned to him with a sloppy smile. "I'm just a teen, James, and there's alcohol. I'm Head Girl, not Wonder Woman." Brown eyes crinkled with her smile. James mirrored her look and pressed a short kiss to her lips. "I did get you, though. That's gotta make me super in some way."

He grinned and pressed his forehead to hers. "Super beautiful, amazing, and wonderful." Cora pulled back and gave him a shocked look. James blinked at the sudden change, wondering what he could have said. She wasn't the type to take things the wrong way and blow them out of proportions.

"James Potter, you're just trying to get me into bed with you, aren't you?"

"Wha- No! Well, I mean, if you want, but- I wasn't! I swear!" James protested.

Cora bent at the waist, forehead touching James's knee. When he heard her laughing, he blushed, but grinned at the same time. She pushed blonde hair from her face and sat up, then James stole a kiss. He heard her giggle quietly, relaxing a bit when her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"You can so try to get me into bed with you," she whispered to him.

James smirked. "We're Gryffindors, Cor. There is no try, there's only wining." He stood, sweeping her up into his arms. Cora let out a small shriek of laughter that made a couple people glance their way. No one commented when James carried her up to the dorms.

No one really commented when James walked her to the girl's dorm entrance the next morning either.

Life was good.