Chapter 6:

October 30, 2000

Dear diary, I just took a Muggle Pregnancy test, and it turns out that I am pregnant. But I don't mind. Hey, the world could use another pureblood witch. Or maybe even a wizard. What will I name this baby? Maybe Chris or even Jonathan. And if it's a girl, then maybe even April.

"Bella? What the heck are you writing?!" Draco moaned out loud. I slammed my diary shut and jumped. "Nothing Drake, follow me. We're going to the owlery." I picked up my purse and led him down the hall. "Why are we going to the owlery?" Draco asked curiously. And I rubbed my stomach.

"I'm going to mail my best friend in Washington some important instructions." Draco raised his hands up in frustration and confusion. "But dad said you couldn't go back to Washington until you finish school." He said with a matter of fact tone.

"Draco, I'm not going to Washington, I'm just going to send a list of things I'm going to need for the baby to stay healthy. It's going to need a few things. When I was in Washington, I researched what Muggles did to keep their babies healthy, so I'm going to ask my friend to pick up a few things." I explained to Draco, and he nodded.

When we got there, I took out the letter I had written the night before explaining my situation to Jacob. Hopefully, he'll understand. I picked out the strongest looking owl in there, and tied the letter to its leg. "Be careful." I warned it, and it nodded its little head. I watched it take off, and stood still thinking. I wonder what this little bundle of my flesh would like.

Maybe Brett's beautiful hair, with my bold grey eyes. It would be small and petite, with plump and pink lips. "Bella." I snapped out of my thinking when Draco pulled on my hand. "Let's go, I'm hungry." He said sadly, and I nodded. "Okay Drake, let's go." I smirked and we both marched out of the room proudly.

"So Bella, what kind of freaking cravings do you think you'll have? Peanut butter and jelly on fried potatoes skins? Popcorn dipped in cheese and Alfredo sauce? Oh, or maybe you'll want me to chew up your popcorn for you, spit it into a bowl, and then you'll eat that." Draco laughed to himself, so I did what any normal sister would do I that moment.

I pushed him down the stairs.

Bump.

Thump.

Tumble.

He landed at the bottom with a loud "Oomph!" He didn't seem too happy. "Bella, what the heck was that for? I was just poking for some fun." He tried to assure me, but I screamed in rage.

"No Drake! Don't play that shit with me! Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean you can say that! Don't think that I'll just back off and be the perfect little princess that everyone wants me to be, because I don't play that crap. Go back to the room! I'm going to get a sandwich!" I screamed in my own hormone filled rage. I turned and ran, leaving Draco standing there open mouthed.

"But we're supposed to stay together." He stuttered, trying to stumble after me. "Fine, then, but hurry up before I leave you here." He looked hurt. "Listen Bella, I'm going to let that slide because of the hormones, but you really need to calm down. Your getting a little out of control." He flinched, as if expecting me to hit him. I would of, but I noticed the bright dark blood drop trailing down his nose. I broke down into sobs.

"Oh I'm so sorry Drake! Your such a good brother!" I cried out, and then threw myself on top of him in a bone crushing hug. "Bella, it's okay, just please, I'm begging you, let go!" He cried, but I only squeezed him tighter. "I love you so much Dradels, the only reason I'm so hard on you is because I love you!" I cried.

"Bella, Draco?" What are you doing?" Dad's voice question from behind us, and he stepped into my view. "Bella, are you attempting to murder our brother? Because I don't think it's very nice." He gestured to my breathless baby brother on the floor beneath me. Letting go of Draco, I put my knees on either side of him and stretched over head.

"Actually, I was just giving my cute little brother a hug. Do you want one?" I jumped up and pulled Draco with me. Father looked at Draco's breathless state, and rolled his eyes. "You know, when your mother was pregnant with the both of you, her hormones were terrible! Sorry Draco, you're going to have to deal with hers." He gestured to me, and I laughed.

"And how long until they go away?" Draco yelled, and Father laughed. "About nine months or so." He shrugged. Draco gasped.

"For a whole year?" He shouted, and both Dad and I laughed. Draco sure was a tool! "Bella I want you to know that you're a big girl, and I don't blame you for a mistake. You're a great daughter, and I'm sure you're going to be a great mother too. Oh, and your mother has something to say." He finished his speech by pulling out what must have been a howler. Fear filled me.

I took the letter in my hands and felt around for my pride. Open it or not? But I didn't get a choice, it exploded open in my hands and yelled like crazy.

"Isabella Malfoy! I-" I opened a classroom door and threw it inside.

"Well that's better. Anyway, I get the gist of what she's saying, but don't worry about me. Everything will be fine." I assured them both, and I waved Draco over. "Come on Dray, I want to go to the library, we have a quiz coming up anyway." I said. We waved goodbye to Dad, who was beaming from ear to ear. "Alright, see you children later; I need to finish grading some papers anyway." He said.

And with those words said, Draco and I climbed up the stairs hurriedly. It was when we got to the top that I heard shootings. "You did this Potter!" I heard being screamed. Draco snickered when he heard Potter's name.

"Come on Drake, let's go see what happened." I urged, and started running down the hall at full speed. "Wait for me Bells!" He called after me. I rounded the corner just in time to see Filch chewing down Harry about… His cat." It was hanging upside down over a puddle of water. EW it's dead!

"What happened?" I tried to calm down Filch, but he was freaking out. He loves that cat. When Filch could think clearly, he rounded back to Harry. Whom might I add, was speechless? "That boy killed my cat!" Filch screamed.

"She's not dead Argus, just Petrified." Dumbledore's voice spoke crumbly soft. "What?" Argus spoke wide eyed. I whistled to Harry, and he turned to me swiftly. "Come here Harry." I told him, and he instantly came over.

"What happened, did you do this?" I whispered, and he furiously shook his head no. "Harry, please come to my office." I flashed Harry a hopeful smile as he walked away with Dumbledore. Aww, he's harmless. Now, I wonder who the real culprit is.