Rowena Wake Up
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any related characters. If I did, the books would be very, very different.
EDIT: Sorry to those of you who thought you getting a new chapter, I'm just making some small adjustments. =(
"Rowena, wake up," a low male voice said, shaking one Rowena Ravenclaw lightly on the shoulder, trying to get her out of bed.
"Go away, Salazar," Rowena moaned into the pillow- which she currently had her face pressed to, trying, unsuccessfully, to block out the morning light spilling through the tower windows.
"I know you did not get much sleep last night Rowena, but I told you to wait for the weekend," Salazar said, smirking.
Rowena flipped over and, with a sigh sat up, the blue and silver bed-covers pooling about her waist and an ivory comb appearing in her hand. With a scathing look towards her lover, Rowena started to comb her unusually tangled brown locks.
"You are a very lucky man, do you know that Salazar?" Rowena asked coldly, still combing her hair.
"Am I lucky because I love you, Row, or is there another reason?" He retorted playfully.
"You are lucky, my dear, because most people who try to wake me when I do not wish to be woken get a lovely bat-boggy hex as greeting," she replied, her voice no warmer. Suddenly a look of pain crossed Rowena's face, and she put a hand over her mouth as she tossed off the bed-covers, nearly flying to the privy.
"Row, is everything alright," Salazar asked worriedly as he followed Rowena to the privy.
"Godric is going to throw a fit," was all she managed before continuing heave the rest of the (thankfully few) contents in her stomach into the chamberpot. Now Salazar was really worried. In all the years I have known Rowena, she has never once gotten sick, Salazar thought as he held back his loves hair.
"Rowena, is everything alright," Salazar asked again when she finally sat up as he gently wiped her mouth with the sleeve of his dark green robes.
She did not answer, only sat looking up at the ceiling, a very slight smile on her face. When Rowena at last brought her eyes to his there was joy in them, but also apprehension.
"Sal," she whispered, "I am with child."
A/N: This is my first story, so please, tell me what you think. All flames will be used to make smorze's.