Author's Note: LEMON ALERT! A short chapter, but a vital one none the less. Enjoy :)
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Broken Frames

Chapter Seven - Oh, Fuck

The next three weeks were filled with Sariah and Potter constantly vying for the top spot in Potions. Sariah, despite Potter's attempts, still held the top spot in Potions, followed closely by Potter, and then by Granger and then Draco. It made the sixth year Slytherin smile to know that even with Potter using her father's book, she was still the best/

It was early one Saturday morning, when Sariah awoke with a start, a vomiting sensation flooding through her body. Her hand rushed to her mouth, as she leapt from the bed and raced across the room to the bathroom shared by the dormitory which held two toilets, a bath and two showers. She gripped the bowl of one of the toilets, hurling up her dinner from the night before.

"Sariah, are you alright?" asked the voice of Daphne Greengrass, who had seen the other girl run across the dorm, and into the bathroom.

"Urgh.. I'm fine. Must have eaten something bad last night," she said, flushing the toilet, and turning to the sink, rinsing out her mouth and drinking some water to wash away the taste of stomach acid. She exited the bathroom, her face unnaturally pale, and proceeded to change into jeans, a light green collared shirt, and a 'grandpa' jumper. On her feet she wore black Converse shoes with green laces.

Sariah then did her hair, and exited the dorm quickly as Pansy and Millicent Bulstrode were waking up. She found Draco waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "I heard you threw up," he muttered quietly, embracing his fiancée and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Just a bit of food poisoning Draco," she said, just as quietly.

There was a light drizzle outside, as Draco and Sariah departed. Draco was going to work on his mission, whilst Sariah had decided to watch the Gryffindor Quidditch Team's tryouts, in order to spy for Draco and the Slytherin team. It was laughable how many people arrived as Sariah took a seat in the stands, drawing Draco's cloak (which he'd thrown over her when she said she was going outside) close around her and sniffing it, recognising his familiar smell, which pleased her.

She trained her eyes onto the team, as Potter directed the applicants to a basic test of flying around the pitch. She watched him yell at several Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs who were stupid enough to join the tryouts.

Two hours passed, and Sariah watched as he picked Katie Bell, Demelza Robins and Ginny Weasley as Chasers. She had to admit, they were kind of good. He'd picked Jimmy Peakes and Ritchie Coote as the Beaters, and with Potter as Seeker, all that was left was the Keeper trials.

It was fairly short, but Ron Weasley was picked as Keeper, much to Cormac McLaggen's disgust. Sariah laughed to herself, getting to her feet. She headed down the stands, and as she went to pass Potter, Weasley and Granger, she felt the vomiting sensation return again.

Potter paused, seeing her run to the bushes near the path and throw up rather loudly into the dirt. She felt a hand upon her back as she heaved, and wiping her mouth with her sleeve, she looked around to see Potter rubbing her back in a sort of comforting method as she took out her wand and cleaned herself up.

"Are you okay, Sariah?" he asked quietly, his matching green eyes filled with concern.

"I … just a bit of food poisoning," she muttered, looking down.

"Okay, well… I'm off. Hope it passes," said Potter, heading off with Granger and Weasley towards the cabin in front of the Forbidden Forest.

"Thanks Harry," she whispered to herself, watching him walk off with his friends.

The Snape witch walked off around the lake, her eyes gazing over the water as she thought about why she was throwing up. It definitely wasn't food poisoning; she'd had that before and knew what it felt like. Sariah was nervous, as she drew her wand and sat down at the edge of the lake.

She thought back to the spells she had studied, and muttered a few words, waving her wand over her abdomen. A shower of blue sparks appeared, and her eyes went wide.

"Oh fuck."

Draco found Sariah sitting alone at the Slytherin table at dinner, picking at the small amount of food piled on her plate. He heard a sigh escape her lips as she rested her chin in her hand. He sat down beside her, and smiled slightly. "Hey Sari. What's up?" he asked.

She twitched and jerked her hand from his as he went to grasp it. Draco stared at Sariah with a look as if he did not understand what she was doing when she jerked her hand from his.

"Sari?" he whispered quietly.

"Draco, I need to talk to you. Room of Requirement," she muttered, her voice so low he had to lean in to her face.

Draco nodded and watched as Sariah stood, beckoning him but not touching his hand. She walked briskly to the Room, telling off two students for throwing Fanged Frisbees through the corridors. Clutching the confiscated Frisbee under her arm, she paused before the Room, thinking hard for the Room that she wanted.

A door appeared, and the couple entered swiftly. It was the Room of Hidden Things. Sariah threw the Fanged Frisbee away, before walking towards the cabinet that Draco was repairing. She found a small couch and collapsed upon it, breathing a heavy sigh as Draco sat next to her.

"I have something to tell you, Draco, and you're not going to like it," she said, her voice soft.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure we can survive, my Sari," he replied, grasping her hand and this time she didn't fight away from him. She stared at the cabinet before turning half in her seat and staring at her fiancée.

"Draco… I'm pregnant."

You could practically hear a pin drop to the stone hard ground as Draco's hand fell from Sariah's, and he gazed at his fiancée. She was in equal silence, studying his face for his reaction, her emerald eyes concerned as his steel blue eyes gazed at her.

"It's fine… it's okay… what the hell am I saying? How can this have happened?" he said, leaping to his feet and pacing across the stony floor.

"I'd put that down to not using a Contraceptive Charm, Draco," she replied, her voice cool and calm.

"We do not need this right now, Sariah! Do you know what our parents are going to say, let alone the Dark Lord?" said Draco. Sariah leapt to her feet and grabbed Draco's shoulders, staring up at his even paler face.

"Draco. We can work through this," she whispered.

He sighed to himself, enveloping her in a tight hug, and kissing her head. "I'm just scared, Sari. I don't want any harm to come to you," he whispered, burying his light face into her dark hair.

"It will be fine. Daddy will help us," she replied into his chest. He kissed her hair and nodded, but that worried look remained in his eyes as he held his fiancée for what seemed like ages.

Her fingers slid from around his waist, to the buttons of his black suit shirt. Draco had taken to wearing suits lately, and she loved how refined and sophisticated it made her fiancée look. He held her, as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt one by one, before she found herself able to slid her fingers up across his pale chest.

Her fingers brushed his nipples, and he twitched suddenly, a wave of desire running through his body. His fingers came around and loosened the clasp of his cloak which was still around her skinny frame. He let it fall to their feet, before lifting her jumper off and throwing it down.

Their lips met, soft at first, with little nibbles from Sariah before they turned heated, passionate, needy. A moan caught in her throat as Draco's lips met her neck, and began to suck at the sensitive spot there.

She grabbed his face in her hands and pressed a rushed kiss to his lips, her tongue slipping in and stroking his lip. He moaned himself, and she felt his hardness beneath his slacks pressing into her own body.

"Draco… I want you," she moaned, as his hands unbuttoned her jeans and she made short business of his slacks. Within minutes they were standing before each other; Draco in his emerald boxes that matched her eyes and Sariah in her green and silver pantie set.

Draco pushed her back into a mound of stuff, which thankfully held as he lifted her clear off the ground and pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. A moan escaped her lips and she bucked against his fingers, pushing him deep inside her. Another moan and Draco couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to screw her.]

He ripped her panties off her body, until she was naked, and did the same to his boxers. With a swift motion, he pushed his throbbing erection deep inside her and she let out a satisfied scream as he began pumping into her body. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deep inside her.

"Draco… oh Draco," she moaned into his ear, causing him to push deeper and deeper inside her until he felt he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I'm… I'm cumming," he whispered. She let go, and together they screamed each other's names as they climaxed together, clutching at their sweaty bodies. He spilled his hot wet load into her aching body, and they collapsed to the ground, where Draco gathered Sariah in his arms and held her tightly. The pair were breathless as they laid there on their fallen clothes, and Draco's cloak, and Draco found his wand to summon a blanket from the Room to cover them.

"Draco?"

"Yes, Sariah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby girl."