I must have stayed crouched down against the stone wall for hours because it was dark by the time someone rounded the corner to go see Pomfrey. My legs and back were sore and I stared at the third year Hufflepuff before scowling at her and stood from my position. I stretched, righted my skirt and took my leave of the hallway. Once I had rounded the bleak corner I took out my wand, muttering quietly "Point me, Draco Malfoy" and then following the directions. I found him pacing in Myrtle's bathroom.

Locking the door behind me I perched myself on 'our' sink and looked at him. He was strained, he was thinning, he was dying before my eyes. I didn't know how to broach the subject of me being pregnant with his half-blood child and therefore I sighed heavily and slid his engagement ring off of my finger and placed it on the sink near his hands. He glared at the band still rocking back and forth from the way I set it down.

"I guess this is goodbye." His shoulders stiffened visibly before turning his head slightly to look at me.

"I will give you five seconds to put that bloody ring back on your finger before I do something, anything, that I might regret." he hissed at me. I titled my head much like I always did to him when I found it better to say nothing to him. "Five. Four. Three. Two. Granger, please don't do this." His eyes met mine for the first time that day and he noted how distressed I look.

"What's wrong love." I continued to look at him, fresh tears welling up in my eyes. How do I tell the man I love that I will be killed from a primal act…something that we didn't mean to happen. It was an accident pure and simple. I inhaled deeply and looked at him.

"Draco, I.." sliding off the sink and began pacing the same line he did when I found him in here. "I swear I didn't do this on purpose. You have to believe me, that I didn't mean for this to happen. We can get rid of it if you want but if people find out, your father especially, I will die and we both know it. He will kill me if he knows I'm carrying your half-blood child." I clapped my hands over my mouth in an instant and gazed up at him, frozen to the spot. The only movement between the two of us was the steady rise and fall of our chests. My eyes were cast downwards on the floor, not wanting to look at him for fear of retaliation. His arm moved to swipe his long fingers through his thinning hair.

"Are you sure?" He whispered to me, stepping closer.

"Pomfrey did the test five times before she pronounced me 'with child.' Silly witch." There's one thing I love in this world and he was starting at my stomach right this second before he dropped down onto his knees and pulled me toward him. His face pressed to my still flat stomach. I looked down at the top of his head before deciding to not lace my fingers through his hair. I couldn't do that right now, knowing how his shoulders were shaking. The only comfort he wanted right now, while he was crying into my belly, was just this. How we are. I let him lament.

"What do you want to do?" I mumbled after several moments.

"We are keeping Scorpious." he said boldly. I snickered at his choice of name.

"No, her name will be Rose." He glared at me, obviously disgusted with my choice of a common name. "Well not everybody has to have a grandeur name, Malfoy. We can't all be name after bloody constellations." He nodded.

"His name will be Scorpious. End. Of. Discussion." I tilted my head and left it at that.

"Will you still carry on with the plan?" I asked, treading dangerous waters with my fiance. Somehow that sodding ring had found it's way back onto my finger. He looked into my eyes, for the first time in a long time, the bright silver they used to be had now dulled to a plain grey. He was losing his spark, his hope, his life.

"Yes. You, and he, are now my family. That means if I don't complete this task, you both will die."

Three seconds. Three seconds was all it took for me to slap Draco Malfoy across the face, again, and run from the room. Slamming the door behind me and hightailing it out of there.

Stupid bint. How dare she slap me. How dare she run away from me. How dare she take that bloody ring off of her finger. She hadn't looked at me in over two weeks, in fact it was nearing three weeks. It was now the end of May, and tonight would be the night that I stepped forward with my 'plan.' Half-assed as it was. I watched Potter make his way to the stone gargoyle, mutter the password and continue on up the stairs. I waited ten minutes and then mimicked his actions.

"I'm sorry but the Headmaster is out." was the reply that I got. I nodded to the gargoyle and turned on my heel before rushing to the room of requirements. Once there I placed the piece of parchment on the bottom of the cabinet and waited. There was a knock on the other side of the door after five minutes. I pulled it open and revealed the six or so companions, that came spilling out of the cabinet.

It was a blur, from then on. I was grabbed roughly by the collar, Bellatrix spitting into my face. Words and glares were exchanged. All I could think about was the Gryffindor that was just down the hall, who happened to be carrying my son. I prayed for her safety. Mainly, for his safety.

"I can, go back to my dorm now correct?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She dragged me down the hall, up the winding steps to the Astronomy tower. I landed on my knees in front of Dumbledore. I stood up hastily, brandishing my wand and pointing it at his chest.

I heard the commotion from the other side of the portrait, and though I had been told to keep myself hidden by Ronald, I decided to venture out into the hallway. It was then that I spotted him, running along behind Snape, in his eyes a wild look and a grim frown upon his face. We locked eyes for the briefest of moments before I doubled over in pain. The source: Bellatrix. He stopped cold staring at me and then whipping his head over to his aunt.

"Aunt Bella, we must go. They will be here soon." He urged quietly, silently begging her to stop her ministrations on my body. She pulled her wand away and muttered the counterspell, kicking me once in the stomach for good measure while I was curled on the floor. Twice because she decided once wasn't enough. And three times because I was a mudblood. I held back the sob that would have escaped had he not been there. My eyes caught his once again.

"I told you, we could help you." I muttered before she kicked me again for talking to her nephew. I felt the blood between my legs, knew what was happening. "Goodbye, Draco." and then he was gone.

A/N: It's been far too long. I apologize for the inconvenience. There's one chapter left. I promise I won't make you wait years for it.