A/N: Some important things from My Immortal you need to know in this chapter: This is seventh year, but Dumbledore in alive. Apparently so is Cedric. Snape is a "Christian," whatever that means here. Hagrid is a Hogwarts student (and I'm going to put him in Ginny's year since it wasn't specified in MI). Lupin is still a professor, although I'm not sure yet what I'm going to do with him, since he was a pedophile in MI. For now, he's going to teach DADA. Also, there's an OC named Willow who is Ebony's best friend. She's not very important. Voldemort may or may not be a cross-dresser who used to have a fling with a male student named Hedwig back when he went to Hogwarts. I've decided I'm going to have past!Voldemort (age 17 and denoted as Satan, per Tara's assignment) along with Hedwig in current times and attending Hogwarts with Ebony as her hyper posse. Old Voldemort will also still be the villain and not at all changed by his young self time-traveling (at least not yet, though I can't promise it will stay that way). For now, that's it until I can think of something else important to tell you. If you are at all confused, read My Immortal. The events of this story take place after an undisclosed amount of time after the final chapter of My Immortal (Warning: My Immortal is incomplete as it exists on the Internet). Now, finally, enjoy this psychotic use of my time!


"Draco, where the hell were you?" Ebony demanded when he and Harry clashed with her in the common room. "You never came to dinner even though you promised you would."

"Sorry," Draco mumbled, "The project ran long."

"Well, you better've finished, cuz you're sleeping with me for the rest of the night." She made to grab his hand, but he backed away.

"Actually, Ebony, we need to talk."

"About what?"

The blonde glanced back at Harry, who had given him more control tonight than he'd had in the last few months. "About us. Let's go somewhere private."

"Hell no, I'm not hiding! Whatever you have to say to me, you can say right here."

Draco gritted his teeth. He'd had enough of her stupidity. "We're breaking up, Ebony."

"WHAT?! How could you –"

"You're a total bitch! You always put your needs and desires and feelings before mine and everyone else's. You can't listen or give advice to save your life. And you're not even good at sex."

"You f***ing Muggle poser bitch! I lost my virginity to you."

"I doubt that," Draco scowled. "But even if you did, I still haven't been your only partner. Satan told me about the threesome you and he had with Hedwig. And don't get me started on Hagrid."

Ebony stomped and pulled out a razor from her miniskirt. She slit her wrist and threw the bloody razor down. With hate burning in her eyes, she said, "I always knew you were too much of a prep for me. Even Vampire was a bigger man than you, particularly in the you-know-where area."

Draco turned on Harry with a pained expression. "What is she talking about?"

Harry knew Draco knew what she meant by that. For all her cursing, she had a strange aversion to sexual terms (excluding the F-word, of course, but they were both pretty sure she didn't know its actual definition). He had never told Draco about his affair with Ebony. He glared at Ebony, who regarded him with a cruel smile. "We thought you were dead," Harry explained, his words sounding pathetic even to his own ears. "You have to understand, it was a stupid, one-time mistake I wish I'd never made. I was hurt, and I wasn't thinking straight."

Draco turned his head away in disgust.

"I knew it!" Ebony screamed, "I knew you were cheating on me with Vampire!"

"Shut up, you twat," Draco snarled. "You were the one who cheated on me. Harry was just caught up in your web of lies. I can forgive him, but I'll be damned if I ever speak kindly to you again."

With a loud cry of fury, Ebony stormed out of the room, spewing nonsensical rage-noises the whole way up the stairs. Harry rested his hand gently on Draco's shoulder. "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine," Draco said, although his haste betrayed him. He sighed. "I suppose I can't be angry at you. You weren't dating me at the time, and I'm sure Ebony tricked you into it. She's twisted like that."

"Harry! Harry!" They turned their heads to watch Ginny run down the stairs of the girls' dormitory. "Harry, I heard Draco dumped Ebony and –" she stopped short when she saw that he was standing next to the aforementioned. "Oh. Hi, Draco."

"Hello, Ginny. So I see Ebony is whining to everyone now."

She looked up timidly at him. "Yeah. She's really upset."

"So I suppose you and Harry are now at the top of the running for Cutest Couple this year."

Her head snapped up, lips pouted in a surprised expression. "Oh, no. No, Harry and I aren't dating. That was just a cover so… I mean, we're just friends."

Draco smirked at Harry. "Hmm, a cover, huh? What were you hiding, Harry?"

Harry frowned at him. "You know very well what."

Draco laughed, his eyes smiling. Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him so happy. Caressing the side of his face, Draco pulled Harry into a kiss. Ginny averted her eyes, shifting uncomfortably despite the small smile she was trying to hide. After a few seconds more of the same, Ginny swerved around them to retreat to someplace quiet.

"You'll expose us to everyone," Harry cautioned once they broke the kiss.

Grinning, Draco remarked, "Let them know. I don't care. I've spent too much time separate from you, and I won't let it happen again."


Ebony was horrible the next week. Satan and Hedwig followed her everywhere she went. Anytime she saw Draco, she would immediately turn to one of them and start sucking face. But he didn't care – he had a new boyfriend, one that infuriated her to no end. And for the first time in what seemed like years, he was truly happy with his relationship. Harry was every bit the kind, compassionate, and fun-loving boyfriend he'd been pining for since his relationship with Ebony hit the rocks. And what was more, if he ended up having to keep this strange creature growing inside of him, he knew Harry would be a wonderful father for it.

Draco wasn't sure what to do about his pregnancy. He knew Madam Pomfrey was right – no doctor would operate on him. He couldn't make inquiries about it anyway – his father was too well-connected and would find out as soon as Draco set foot in a hospital. What would Daddy think? he kept worrying, wishing he would never have to find out. But school was halfway over already, and Christmas break would be upon them soon. He'd have to go home to that wicked family. His mother was the only person he loved anymore. Even she couldn't know about his affliction.

He wished he could go home with Harry, but Harry always spent holidays with the Weasley's, and the Burrow was just too crowded with blood-traitors for his liking. Then again, the Weasley girl wasn't so bad. And over the course of his friendship with Harry, he'd grown to like Ron. Hermione was even starting to grow on him. They weren't the pathetic lot he'd been raised to believe they were. Maybe a visit to the Burrow wouldn't be so bad after all.