Okay, if any of my loyal readers of my other story, Filling in the Blanks, are reading this just know that I'm NOT DISCONTINUING THAT STORY. I'm not going to stop writing it either. I'm just writing and posting this one at the same time. Just when I need a break from FB, so don't panic.
This is very different from my other stories as it is M rated to be safe but its nothing too bad. Just cursing and some certain scenes but nothing graphic so don't be scared off. I'm not used to this kind of story but I hope I do well and that it isn't too different from my others.
And just because I have to... *rolls eyes* I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING IN JK'S HEAD. I ONLY OWN MY OC'S AND MY OWN PLOT. (there's your damn disclaimer because I'm not doing it for every chapter!)
Now on with my new story One Day at a Time!
Chapter One: The Morning After
Harry Potter groaned, breaking the audible silence, as the sun glared through the unclosed windows and hit him right in the face. He reached up to rub the sleep out of his eyes when he realized his glasses were still on. He never slept with his glasses on. He groaned again, feeling a massive headache coming on. It felt as if he had a hangover.
Harry slowly sat up in bed – or at least he tried to. Something weighed his right arm down. He looked down to see that he had been cuddled up to a girl. She was facing away from him but he had his arm wrapped around her waist. One small fact, though, alarmed him greatly. She was completely nude. Harry looked at himself and discovered he was in the exact same state. Here he was, Savior of the Wizard World, naked in bed with a stranger and a headache.
Harry tried to think to the night before but all he remembered was the School dance. He had went to get drinks. The punch seemed the most popular choice, as everyone was drinking it – even teachers – so he got that. Once he drank it, it was so good he got more. And more. And more. Things started getting fuzzy when he got lost on the dance floor. That was the last thing he remembered.
Harry looked at the girl to try and see who she was. She was a beautiful girl, about his age, with shoulder length curly dark red hair and pale skin. He wondered if he had ever seen her before. He didn't recognize her. Surely, if she were a Gryffindor he would have crossed paths with her and some point in the past six years. Maybe she was a Ravenclaw.
She stirred. She brushed against him and gave a soft moan, making 'Little Harry' stand at attention. Harry quickly brought the blanket up to cover his waist while thinking of something to say to this girl. She'd probably freak out. He sat up and shuffled away to avoid provoking her more. The girls eyes opened to a gold and red room before Harry, seeing as she faced away from him. The girl looked down at herself sleepily and gasped in shock, sitting up as if she'd been electrocuted. She looked wildly around until her eyes fell on Harry. She fell back in surprised and gave a loud, shrill scream.
It was deadly silent in the Great Hall that morning. Yet it was chaos. The four House Tables had been replaced by many large round tables that were cluttered with eaten meals and spilled glasses. Students laid passed out on the floor or in chairs as well as teachers near the still remaining teachers' table.
Suddenly people started to shift and groan as they started to wake. Albus Dumbledore awoke from under his chair. He stood on shaky legs and grew appalled at the sight before him. The majority of the students were either naked or half-naked. He saw multiple identical silver plastic cups that were used to drink the popular punch. Dumbledore lifted a half full cup and waved his wand over it. It glowed yellow and faded into a greenish blue color. It had been drugged. With a particularly strong drug.
In the farthest corner under a table, Dean Tomas groaned as he woke. He looked around, trying to remember the night before. He was shirtless and his pants were around his ankles. He felt a weight on his and looked to see a girl in his year, a Ravenclaw. He thought her name was Sandy or something. He felt, rather than saw, that she was shirtless too. As well as skirt less, for it was discarded on the floor beside them. But she had panties on. She shifted on top of him and he realized that her hand was on his manhood. He groaned again – for a different reason – and started to shake the girl awake. She stirred sleepily and looked at him. He could tell that she didn't quite know what was going on yet, because she was being remarkably calm.
Dean helped her out from under the table. He quickly realized how nude they were and rushed to pick up his pants. He saw she was waking up more now and she gasped, "Wha- What the hell is going on?" She looked down at herself and gave a cry as she tried to cover herself up. Dean rushed to hand her her skirt. As she put it on he tried to find her shirt. Not seeing one, he grabbed his and cast it around her. She gave him a small smile as she buttoned it up.
Others were waking up and screamed at their states of undress. Dumbledore called out, "QUIET!" They all looked to him pleadingly, silent. "It seems as if the drinks have been drugged with something strong that heightened our sexuality. I assure you that whoever did this will not go unpunished. But we have other matters to attend to more immediately..."
He paused. Some girls started to cry. Even third years were there. Thankfully first and second years had not been allowed to attend. Dean looked at the girl he woke up with to see her silently crying. She seemed to be in pain. Concerned, Dean led her to sit in a chair, "What's the matter?"
She looked at him with a watery smile, "I... I was a virgin. It just... hurts a bit... still..." She whispered. Dean looked extremely guilty. The girl noticed and took his hand, "I'm Sophie. Sophie Callahan."
Dean offered a small smile and said, "I'm Dean Tomas."
Dumbledore resumed speaking as Dean wrapped an arm around Sophie who was shivering and sat down with her half on his lap, "All girls will go to the Hospital Wing to be tested by Madam Pomfrey. I will make another announcement in a couple minutes in case any students left during the night. Girls are welcome to bring the boys it appears they may have... been with last night. It would be wise to get these tests as soon as possible."
Dean looked to Sophie who stood on shaky legs. When her knees gave out Dean rushed to catch her. He helped her out of the Great Hall as others began to shuffle, putting on their clothes, grabbing their partners and making their way to the Hospital Wing.
Somewhere in an old classroom, Draco Malfoy lay on his back on top of his cloak. He immediately noticed he was nude with a girl on top of him. Her face was hidden by her dirty blonde hair but she seemed his age. She awoke with a moan and slowly sat up, straddling him. Then she noticed that he was still buried inside of her, half-hard.
She looked down at him with a lazy smile, "Hello, I'm Helena. Helena Burtz."
Draco smirked, "Draco Malfoy. I take it this isn't the first time you've woken up with a stranger."
She smirked back, "Far from it. Though I don't think I've ever woken up already engaged in the act." To make her point she grinded her hips into his, pulling him even deeper within her. Draco groaned deeply as he felt her tight, wet heat surrounding him. Out of instinct he thrust up into her in response. His tip hit her g-spot making her moan loudly. She suddenly grinned at him, "Well... we might as well finish up." And with that, she started to lift herself up and down on his erection with the speed of a bullet. He gripped her hips and thrust up into her. Her moans echoed through the classroom as the two continued where they had apparently left off.
Back in the bedroom the red haired girl was throwing anything she could get her hands on at Harry who had lifted the blanket to clock them all. She screamed at him despite his cries that he didn't know much more than she did at the moment. Just then an enhanced voice announced, "Will all the young ladies who appeared to have been affected by the drugged punch report to the Hospital Wing immediately? That is all."
At that they girl calmed instantly. Harry slowly lowered the blanket, cautious yet, "See? I really didn't do anything to you. I swear I'm just as confused as you right now."
The girl relaxed and realized she was still naked. She turned a bright shade of red as she grabbed the dress she had worn the night before and quickly put it on. Harry took the opportunity to ask her name. When he did she looked startled but answered shortly, "Katherine."
"I'm Harry." She gave him a look as if to say I know.Harry nodded and looked awkward, feeling a bit stupid, before following her example and pulling on the clothes he could find. Once dressed he asked, "Do you want me to come with you? I assume they're going to... do tests..."
"If you don't mind, I'd rather go alone. It's just awkward... But I promise that I'll tell you what the results are when I get back..."
Harry nodded quickly, in understanding.
"Oh... uh... yes... Draco... AHHH!" Helena screamed her released as Draco shot into her. She collapsed on his chest as they heard the announcement. For the first time Helena looked scared. Draco turned them on their sides and pulled out of her. She cringed at the loss of contact before standing. She started gathering her clothes and getting dressed, seeing that Draco was doing the same.
"Guess we need to make sure I didn't knock you up." Draco said shortly, and casually. Helena paused for a moment before nodding and walking out of the classroom with Draco behind her.
Dean stood with an arm around Sophie's shoulders as they waited. Nearly everyone in the school was there, getting tested, and it took time. Luckily they were not too far down the line. Madam Pomfrey bustled over, "Sophie dear, come. Your turn." Sophie followed as the older nurse motioned for another Healer – ten had come from St. Mungos to help with the situation – to get another student.
Dean followed closely behind making the older woman give them a curious look, "Are the two of you together?" Dean looked at Sophie who blushed before shaking his head, "No, mam. We just met... last night, I suppose." Poppy nodded sympathetic before helping Sophie lay on the cot.
"Pull up your shirt, dear." Sophie took the hem of Dean's shirt that came up to mid thigh and pulled it up to bellow her breasts. Dean blushed unnoticeable at the sight and averted his eyes to her face. She looked so scared, small, and lost. Dean reached over and took her hand in his. She looked at him, startled, as if she forgot that he was there – that she wasn't alone. She gave him a small thankful smile and squeezed his hand. Poppy grinned as she placed her wand on Sophie's stomach. The wand glowed yellow. Then her stomach glowed yellow and the light seemed to be sucked into the wand. The Healer then let the light pour our of her wand and into a container of a blue potion.
"Now the potion takes a little while but if it turns yellow, you are not pregnant. But if it turns green... I'm afraid you are, dear," Poppy explained with a grave face, "Now I must go tend to other patients. I want you to tell a Healer when the color turns and they'll handle everything however you want," Poppy gave her a brave smile of encouragement, "It'll be alright, dear." With that she bustled away to attend to other girls waiting for the same answer.
Dean took a seat on the side of the cot as Sophie started to cry. Dean put an arm around her, "Hey, shh... Don't cry please. I swear to you... that whatever you choose... I'm here for you every step of the way."
She looked up at him with wet eyes, "If I am... pregnant... I want to keep it. Would you be here then?"
"Yes," he answered without a moments hesitation, "I'll support you. I'm not ready for a child, and I won't pretend that I have a clue what I'm doing, but... I won't let you go it alone. We'll just make the best of it. We'll make it work."
Then Sophie burst into tears, grateful ones, and turned into Dean's side, burying her head into his chest. She sniffed and grabbed the container as the potion swirled and started to darken. Then it turned a bright green color. Sophie let out a strangled sigh, "I'm pregnant."
Draco's eyes moved back and forth like a tennis match as he watched Helena pace back and forth waiting to see what color their potion would turn. Draco didn't know what he would do if it was green. With Voldemort keeping close watch on his family this could put Helena, the possible baby and his mother in even more danger. Voldemort could kill them or worse... take the baby. He didn't want any of that.
"Would you sit down?" he snapped. Helena whipped her head to him, "No."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Just relax, will you?"
Helena stopped pacing and turned to him, "Excuse me for being a bit stressed. I just found out we were drugged and possibly pregnant. What if that potion turns green? What then?" She set her hands on her hips and looked at him expectantly.
Draco stared at her for a second, "... I don't know. Honestly, this isn't exactly a usual occurrence for me either. There are some things about me that would make this very dangerous."
Helena tolled her eyes, "Like what, Voldemort? No more your family than mine."
Draco looked at her in shocked confusion, "What do you mean?"
Helena sighed, "My dad is an ex-Death Eater. He switched sides in the first war. Voldemort didn't take to lightly to that..."
"... so we're in the same boat..." Draco ran a hand over his face. He could not believe that this was happening.
"In more ways then one. I just have one question." When Draco looked at her expectantly she continued, "If I am... pregnant... Are you in this? Because if you're not, I need to know now instead of later."
Draco looked at her for several heartbeats before he sighed, "I'm in. It's not going to be easy but we'll take it one day at a time if it comes to it." Helena nodded and sat herself down on the cot. She looked at the potion and noticed that it had changed colors while they were talking without either of them realizing it. It was green.
Helena sighed, "Good."
Katherine Doyle sat on a cot nervously bouncing her knee up and down starring at the potion in her hands. She waited for the color to turn. She desperately wanted it to turn yellow. She didn't want a baby. She didn't want that for Harry either. He had so much to deal with. He literally had the fate of the world resting on his shoulders. He didn't need a baby with a stranger to add to it all.
Katherine eyes caught the tell-tale signs of the color changing. It began to swirl until it turned... green.
Harry walked into the Common Room to hear a shouting match going on. He walked in to see Hermione and Ron having a row.
"It wasn't my fault, Ronald. I was drugged just like you and everybody else. I don't even remember any of it!" Hermione was screaming, "And don't pretend you're much better! You slept with that Ravenclaw girl. At least I'm not pregnant."
"That doesn't make it better, Hermione. You slept with George! My own brother! Can you not see why that is a bit upsetting for me?" Ron shouted back.
"It wasn't. My. Fault." Hermione said slowly, fury dripping of every word. "You are being completely unreasonable and totally nonsupporting when I was terrified that I was pregnant with a baby that wasn't my boyfriend's. What would happen if it was yours? Would you freak out and leave me then too?"
Ron got red, "Of course not! But you aren't pregnant. And you weren't with me last night."
Hermione glared, "You weren't with me either. Stop treating me like I knowingly did any of this. And stop treating me like I'm the only one!"
Harry took this time to intervene, "Guys!" They snapped their heads to him, surprised. They hadn't even noticed him there this whole time. "Stop fighting. What happened last night... No one had any control over it. We were all drugged and did things we wouldn't normally do. You can't hold that against each other."
Just then the portrait door opened and in walked Katherine. So she was a Gryffindor. She looked around until she spotted him and came over to him. So she knew what her results were. Now he had to face the music.
Katherine walked over to Harry when she spotted him with his two best friends. Oh Merlin, she didn't know if she could do this. She couldn't do this to him. He had enough to deal with.
But it's his responsibility too. And he deserves to know that he has something more to fight for. If love truly is his key to defeat Voldemort then a child would be the best source of unconditional love. And he may be angry if she hid it from him.
But he's in love with that Ginny girl. Having a baby with someone else could ruin his chances at true love with her.
But it's not like she and him would get together just for the sake of the baby. She'd let him have his chance with Ginny and he'd let her have her chance with whom she so chooses. He deserves to know.
Her inner turmoil was interrupted by Ron clearing his throat. She blushed, "Sorry. I um..."
"Well...?" Harry asked bluntly, readying himself for the answer.
Katherine nodded but paused at Harry's scared look. Well she knew what she had to do...
"I'm... not pregnant."
well...? How'd am I doing so far? Yeah, this is different from anything I've done before but I think I got it. Please let me know what you think and READ AND REVIEW!
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Sneak Peak for chapter 2!
"I guess... your right. I don't like it, but your right. There's really nothing I could do about that. Can't be helped. Though I'd swear to make up for it after this all is over. And I'd make a better life for him or her. But I don't know if I'd be able to handle leaving behind... my child... not knowing if I'd make it or if they'd make it..." Harry paused painfully at the possibility, which just further justified Katherine's choice to keep her pregnancy from him. She wouldn't forever. When this was all over, she tell him and hope he doesn't hate her. But hopefully he'd understand. "It's a good thing I don't have to, right?" Harry finished off with a deep sigh and half-grin.
Katherine hesitantly smiled back and nodded, "Yeah, good thing."
Helena looked away quickly, "Don't get all sappy on me now. It's not your style." she said with a glare, "It's my job to break down and be a cliche girl. Not yours." Tears welled up in her eyes. Draco would take offense to his words but he knew that like him, she wasn't one for wearing her heart on her sleeve. This was just her way of coping when things got too emotional. He could deal with that.
Sophie stood to follow him but got slightly dizzy and stumbled. She fell into Dean and he rushed to catch her. His face was just a hair away from hers when she blushed deeply, "Sorry. Pregnancy doesn't quite agree with me."
