A/N Hi, everyone! This is 123-say-cheese back from outer space!

Summary: Rose has a secret: she's pregnant. And Scorpius Malfoy is the father. She goes to his house to tell him. But what happens when her family think she's been kidnapped?

This is rated T for language and sexual themes. It might actually border onto M due to language but I wasn't sure how to gage that. I didn't think there was anything as bad as some M fics are (there are no described sex scenes if you're worried). However, if you feel that it should be an M please don't hesitate to inform me :)

If you're wondering what happened to Summer With the Weasley's...well so am I. Hehe, let's try not to think about that, eh? No, but to be serious, I can't imagine where that particular fic is going so I am probably going to take it down soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own.


Revealing Secrets

Chapter One

The night was cold and windy with specs of white dust blowing freely outside the window of The Burrow. However, inside, the living room was lit by a charming fire which crackled as it charred the logs which had been placed artistically in the hearth by Lily and I. The room was cosy and conversation had long since dwindled away into light snores and deep breathing. The faint, peaceful hums of Celestina Warbeck were still echoing around the room as Grandma Weasley had recently figured out how to work the repeat button on the wizarding radio. Everyone had drifted off into a slumber – that is, everyone except me. My senses were on hyper form – I was in serious panic mode.

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This year had been the biggest Christmas party the Weasley's had had in a long time – everyone was there; even Charlie who usually didn't leave Romania. But I had never felt more alone. You see, I have a...predicament. A...situation. I needed to tell someone what my condition was but I didn't know who. You see, I'm pregnant. With Scorpius Malfoy's child. The worst possible combination in the world – both bound to get me a lifetime's worth of evil glares from my family. It was killing me keeping such a big secret safe: I needed to tell someone! Even with all the relatives, I didn't have a clue about babies! But who could I tell? I looked down at Albus who was snoring on the floor next to my knees. Telling him would be disastrous. In fact, telling any of my male relations would lead to no-good. The kind of no-good that you've never seen before. I might as well hand Scorpius over to a pack of tigers. I looked over at Lily and Roxanne, both dosing off near the fire. Telling them was out of the question. If I wanted the news spread across the front page of the Daily Prophet they'd be the first ones I'd go to. I rolled my eyes. There was one person who I needed to tell and he should be the first to know anyway: Scorpius.

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Detangling myself from the sprawled out bodies across the floor, I somehow managed to scramble into the kitchen quietly and discretely. I had never been to Scorpius' house before. Or his grandparent's house which was where he would be on Christmas Day. I hastily prepared a speech in my head and wiped away the fear driven tears that where threatening to fall. I prayed that no one was home.

Yeah, 'cause the house is going to be empty on Christmas Day, isn't it?

I scowled but knew I had no choice. It was quite late; the best I could hope for would be that they were all asleep.

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Pacing around the room, I tried to build up the courage to do what I was about to do. This was not going to be good. I performed a concealment charm to blot out my tear stained cheeks and shook myself to prepare.

What if-?

No! I could not think 'what if's'. I just had to do it. Before I could rationalize everything, I snatched a fistful of Floo Powder and threw it into the old alcove where green flames erupted and cast an eerie light across the kitchen.

Here we go.

Before I could stop myself, I jumped into the fire and softly, but firmly, whispered "The Malfoy Manor".

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I spluttered out from the other end of the fireplace with soot covering my whole body. My dark red hair had become black. I groaned as I lamely tried to brush myself off. There didn't seem to be anybody in the room so I stood up. Immediately, I slipped on the marble floor and landed flat on my bum. I cursed myself for not thinking about getting changed before I landed myself here. I was barefoot in my pyjamas and I was freezing. Yes, very smart of me. Why they sorted me into Ravenclaw I did not know. At least black didn't show on black as my pyjama bottoms looked fine even though the soot had gotten the best of them too. The same could not be said for my blue tank top which was completely and utterly ruined. I rolled my eyes in frustration. I couldn't think about this right now. Even though I realised that I looked like a homeless person in the home of the Malfoys. I just thanked God that everyone was asleep. Now, just to find his room.

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I carefully climbed up the huge majestic staircase and gazed in awe at the grand house. Various portraits raised eyebrows at me questioningly and a few turned away in horror at the filthy creature sneaking through the halls of one of the most purebred families in the modern wizarding world. I rolled my eyes at them and carried on walking before I realised that I had no clue where the hell I was. Where was I going to find him in this mansion? I almost turned back but remembered why I had come here and summed up the 'Gryffindor' courage that allegedly ran through my veins. It has obviously skipped a generation or else I wouldn't have been sorted into Ravenclaw. I pulled out my wand and cast a spell for increasing the volume of all the sounds around me. Immediately, creaks and squeaks could be heard everywhere along with the howls of the December wind and the snapping of twigs as they were whipped off their parent's arms. I shuddered. I hated this spell at night. It was only good if you wanted to get some gossip. But eventually, I picked up the sound I was listening out for: heavy breathing. I could hear two sets of snoring coming from the door on the opposite side of the room. That was either the parents or grandparents and disturbing them could be fatal. Especially for the reason I was here for. I listened harder and then heard single, soft breathing from a door on the opposite end of the hallway. I tiptoed over, praying it wasn't the house elf's room. I stood at the door and took what was maybe my last deep breath.

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I pulled open the door with as little force as I could, trying to delay the moment when I had to actually step inside. The carpet resisted my presses so I had to urge the door further on with my wand. That was when it creaked. A loud, harrowing creak. I gasped and then held my breath; sure that I had woken everybody in the household. But the soft breathing carried on. I then realised that I had not released the spell and I was still listening to things a lot louder than usual. I sighed in relief and non-verbally ended the enchantment. The door was now wide enough for me to get through so I squeezed into the room.

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The walls had old, black wallpaper on them; probably from some centuries past. I estimated the Victorian era as I noticed the gold patterns on them. The thick carpet was a dark, dark red and was a lot newer. Then I saw him. His head was hidden by the dark duvet that covered him head to toe. I could just see strands of blonde poking out over the top of the cover. When I saw him in his bed I almost started crying – remembering that fuzzy night after we had both drank too much of the spiked punch. I walked forward slightly. I had just grown again over the last summer making me taller than half the boys at Hogwarts. Not only that, but I still had not gotten used to the extra length of my limbs. And that was why, whilst walking, I tripped over air and fell onto the bed where Scorpius was – no, had been – sleeping.


A/N Hope you liked it! The next chapter should be up soon since I've already written it but I need to know if it's any good and if I should carry on so please, please review! Ciao for now :)