A/N: So, this is a collection for all those fics that fail to go into any of my other collections! To be fair, this will mainly be drabbles that borderline M-rated stories and deal with serious subjects or stories that aren't pairing orientated. :)

The Restricted Section: Shelf 123 - Write about a Death Eater

The Taboo Challenge: #7 - Abortion

Warning(s): Mentions of abortion, no actual procedure.

W.C: 613

Disclaimer: No. Never Have, Never Will.

You Were Right

"You want me to do what?" Pansy all but practically shrieks, wrapping a protective arm around her stomach. Tears threaten to spill and her bottom lip trembles. "I-I'm scared," she whispers, rubbing her eyes.

It pained Draco to see Pansy act this way, but he couldn't let that . . . mistake of his be born. "We're not ready for this! We're sixteen!" He runs a hand through his hair, almost pulling it out with the amount of force he uses. "We're sixteen," he repeats in a much calmer tone. "This is no time to raise . . . it."

"Use your words, Drakey," Pansy snaps harshly, motioning to her stomach. "It's a baby! A baby."

Draco winces, taking a few steps back. "N-No, it's not. It's a mistake." She scoffs, crossing her arms. "We were blowing off steam, and you know it."

Pansy narrows her eyes. "I thought we were making love."

"We never were."

"I want to keep it," she states, lifting her chin up in defiance. "It's mine, and I want to raise it."

"No," Draco sneers, "I won't allow that."

"It's just an innocent baby! It hasn't done any harm," she whimpers, placing both hands on her stomach. "It's still innocent. Maybe this baby deserves the chance to live."

"Pansy," Draco tiredly replies, pulling up his left sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark, "I'm a Death Eater. I don't want a horrible life for that baby."

Pansy bites her lip, but Draco can see that she is finally seeing reason. They stand there a few more minutes in heavy silence before she nods reluctantly. "F-Fine. I'll do it."

Draco smiles weakly, opening his arms to allow the Slytherin girl some comfort as her shoulders shake with her heart-wrenching sobs. "You're doing the right choice," he whispers soothingly, stroking her hair softly.

"Am I?"

"You're embarrassing me," Scorpius Malfoy whines, swatting his mother's hand away. "I have to find a compartment soon since Al is always late."

Draco chuckles, ruffling Scorpius' hair before the younger boy walked away promising letters. He sighs and notices his wife trying to contain her tears. "Honey, you'll have to get used to this. He's coming back for the holidays."

Astoria narrows her eyes, "Look, Draco, when you carry a baby in your stomach for nine months and then cruelly watch your baby go off to boarding school, you will cry."

Draco laughs, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "He's already in his third year."

"Shut up," she mumbles, into Draco's chest. With a small pop they apparate home. Astoria groans, looking at the time on the clock and slips her shoes back on. "I have to go to Pansy's soon. Daphne, Tracy, Millicent, and everybody's going to be there."

Draco grimaces, shrugging off his coat and trying to look anywhere but Astoria. "Is that so?" he hums softly.

"Yeah, it's a giant pity party, actually. And that makes it even more depressing to go to, you know?" Astoria rubs her shoulders before grabbing a handful of Floo powder. "This has to be the sixth baby she's lost. The mood is horrible. Daphne says something horrible happened to Pansy during the War making her unable to have babies. I can't imagine anything that awful. I feel so blessed with Scorpius that I feel awkward."

Draco closes his eyes, counting to three and waves goodbye at Astoria as she disappears through the Floo. All those years ago, back at the empty classroom, he knows that Pansy was right.

That baby did deserve to live, but it is far too late now to say 'You were right', not with those dead eyes staring back at him in a silent 'I told you so'.