"Hey Max!" I call, running towards my nerd of a boyfriend. I don't want to hear any crap you have to say, like "Don't call your boyfriend a nerd!" etc. I have a mother and a whole lot of cousins for that, don't go to the dark side. Sorry about all the rambling, it's kind of a habit of mine which you will come to know and hopefully get you use to. Max is one of those nerds, who will probably grow up to be a millionaire Playboy model. He is the most pimpled person in the world, yet I'm still going out with. Just don't ask.

"Nice to see you Rose! I really have to run off so I can be early for Potions, may the…" He replied as I tuned him off. I already knew he was going into that Star Wars crap he does, you know the "Luke I am your father" and "May the force be with you," crap. Be early for potions? Seriously I swear this kid fell on his head as a kid. Some mother he has! Yet for some strange reason I'm still his girlfriend, maybe he has a power of hypnotizing people! That's it because I certainly do not find him at all attractive.

Then a frail blonde girl streams down the hallway, "ROSE! ROSE! ROOSEEE!" She calls holding out my name at the end. I put my hand to my face, trying to tell everyone, "I do not know this weird girl." Too late, everyone, including Max, is staring at me.

"I found this in the bathroom," she says holding a white stick and pushing her hips in a Fleur-like manner. "I know it's yours so don't even try lying to me!" Told you I had plenty of mothers.

"I'll say this nice and slow, t-h-a-t t-e-s-t i-s n-o-t m-i-n-e!"

"I went to the bathroom, and then came out," she started.

"Well done! I'm so proud of you," I said sarcastically as the frail girl moaned in annoyance.

"Then you went in, when you came out I went back to get my hairbrush and there it was. Sitting on the counter, flashing a pink stripe at me, was that strip. DON'T EVEN TRY TO TELL ME IT'S NOT BLOODY YOURS BECAUSE I KNOW IT IS! UNLESS THERE IS SOME GHOST WANDERING THE SCHOOL WHO'S PREGNANT," realizing she was surrounded by a mob she calls, "I'm only kidding people; this test hasn't even been used."

Max walks towards us, pushing through the thinning crowd. I snatch the frail girl and Max into the girl's bathroom. I certainly don't care Max is not allowed in here nor does he want to be, being the biggest professor's pet around. I kick open all the stalls, and then push all the shrieking and kicking girls out, panties and all. Max, I realize, is gawking at them all some without pants. Hell, I don't care its not like any of them are stupid enough to be hypnotized by them.

I turn to my prostitute of a cousin, Dominique Weasley, and slap her across the face. Again don't tell me all this crap about calling your cousin a prostitute, she is trust me. If you go up to any boy and ask him if he has slept with Dominique Weasley, most boys will say many times. I know she hates it when people call her Dominique, instead of Dom, so for now I'm calling her Dominique.

"What the bloody hell?" Dominique responds, after whimpering slightly.

Max grabs the stick out of Dom's hand and, after reading the results, drops it on the floor. I mean Dominique!

"POSTIVE! WE HAVE NEVER SLEPT TOGETHER!" He shouts.

"I think I'll leave, I'd rather not listen about Rose's sex life and boyfriend problems," Dominique says backing towards the door.

I charge at her and knock her to the floor, sitting on her. "YOU'D RATHER NOT? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO BUTTED YOUR WAY INTO THIS. NOW YOU HAVE NO BLOODY CHOICE!" I screech. I kick her knee and stalk off to the common room.

After a refreshing sleep, I head down to the common room. Walk over to Max; I knew he would be their studying or doing some extra credit stuff.

"We're over. No comment and don't tell a soul or I'll hurt you." I thought I said that simple and cold enough. He nods, he knows me and he had that coming for him when he asked questions. I know I'm mean but what are you going to do about it anyways. You are all probably wondering who the hell the father is? I can tell you that.

Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy.

Tell anyone, when you wake up I'll be there and I will take no mercy. I will curse you to the underworld, oops wrong book. I was drunk alright. Okay, okay so I wasn't drunk but it was a party and we were playing spin the wand. I hear these muggles play spin the bottle and you have to go in a closet and kiss for seven minutes, for us you have to sleep with the person. I forgot protection and I mind it's like a rule that the boy does the spell, let the girl relax. I wasn't exactly happy when he picked me, but hell it's a game and I, Rose Weasley, would not be the one to spoil it. To clear something up the wand couldn't land on the same gender of you, we're not gay or anything. At least not all of us, I think Max might be.

"Scorpius, it's your turn to spin the wand," Dom says, flashing him her flirty smile.

Scorpius leans forward and taps the wand. It spins around and around, everyone's eyes following it around with their eyes. Hoping it would or wouldn't fall upon them. It spun and spun and spun then stopped. Pointing, at me. I stood up and walked briskly to the room. Scorpius, trying to be the gentlemen he isn't, opened the door.

I striped my clothes off, Scorpius followed suite. The second I had taken my bra off, Scorpius picked me up and threw me on the bed. I laughed and he wolf whistled. Giggling madly, he pushed me into the bed. That night we made love and what scared me the most was I didn't love him.

I know, I know you want more but that's all you get! I swear to Dumbledore that Scorpius seduced me; I don't love him or like him at all. Yet that night I did.

Now I had a huge problem, but hell Christmas is approaching. Tomorrow I leave to go home for Christmas vacation. Of course I'll see Dominique. I'll hide near Aunt Muriel. That old cripple is still alive, it's a miracle. Too bad though, at least, no one will go near me because everyone is so afraid she'll either just drop dead or make fun of you. Well, I already prepared my comebacks for that cripple! Don't think I'm so calm about me being pregnant, because I'm not. I'm just procrastinating till after Christmas, another habit of mine.