I stare down at the small white stick in my hand, my eyes fixed on the little pink plus that is displayed on it. I feel like my world is falling around my feet. I look up slowly, making eye contact with Rose.

She looks at me with concern. "Well?"

I open my mouth slowly, but no words come out. Instead, I drop the white stick and sprint into a bathroom stall, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Rose sprints to my side, rubbing my back, trying to utter soothing words.

But nothing she says will help.

Why? Because I'm pregnant with James Potter's baby.

If you understood the history between James and I, you would realize what a problem this is. James has been my best friend since the day I was born. I'm exactly one year younger than him. Although I'm closer in age to Albus, I clicked with James much more. Don't get me wrong, I love Al like a brother, but there's just something... Different about James.

What's different is that I, Eliza Minerva Longbottom, been in love with James since I learned that cooties weren't actually real.

So of course, when James, drunk and smiling crookedly, came up to me at the Quidditch team's first social gathering of the year and kissed me softly on the cheek, then asked me if we could go talk privately, I took his hand and blindly followed him to his dormitory without a single question.

Hours later, I woke up in James' bed. Alone.

He had come up to me in the common room the next night, his rectangular glasses were crooked and his chronically messy hair was... Messier, if that was possible. "Hey little E," he had grinned, pulling one of my blonde curls.

I looked up at him sheepishly. "Hello," I had smiled quietly.

"I just wanted to apologize."

I looked up at him with what must have been an extremely confused expression. "Apologize?"

"Yeah... We both know that we weren't in our right minds up there. Drunk." He smiled crookedly. I wanted to punch him square in the nose. In his perfect, straight, wonderful nose. Maybe it would knock that stupid crooked smile off of his face.

I looked down. "Oh. Right."

And then he walked away, leaving me standing alone. Why I thought this would this would be a good idea... I will never know.

So now, here I stand. sixteen. A prefect. Excellent marks, straight Outstandings on my OWLs, star Chaser on the Quidditch team, and knocked up by my best friend. My best friend who has positively zero romantic interest in me.

Longbottom, you bloody fool.

It's almost comical. Of course it would happen to me. "I've been good," I say loudly, quite hysterical. "I've been careful! I've only... Been with someone," I say uncomfortably, "one single time! Once! How did this happen to me?"

Rose sighs deeply, looking down at me. "Sometimes that's the way it works, Lize," she says softly.

I groan, putting my head in my hands. "How am I supposed to tell my dad?"

Rose gives me a weak grimace. "Eliza... How are you gonna tell James?"

My stomach lurches.I stare down at her- with a face that must be paler than Moaning Mertyl's. "T-tell James?"

Rose nods slowly. I feel like I'm going to be sick again. This baby inside of me is his. His baby. James Sirius Potter is the father of my unborn child. This little person inside of me is half... James Potter.

Who knew such a little person could be such a big problem?