"Alright, Scorpius," I sigh, "I'll come with you to tell your parents that I'm pregnant with your child if you come with me to tell my parents I'm pregnant with your child. Deal?"

"You make it sound like this is completely my fault with all that "your child" bullshit."

"Well, it kinda is. Now is it a deal?" I huff. I have no patience for Scorpius' annoying little games right now. I'm too hormonal to deal with him.

"I don't know. If you really feel that strongly about this being my fault, I'm not sure if I want to…"

"Scorpius, I swear to Merlin I will bloody murder you if you keep this up."

"But if you murder me, who will help you care for our child?"

"Who said I was keeping the kid?"

"You're not?" he looks surprised.

"No. What does this have to do with anything anyway? Just say we have a deal."

"No," he says, crossing his arms.

"Scorpius." I say warningly.

"You can't make me." He sounds like a bloody five year old. I wonder if he'll stomp his foot next.

"Scorpius Malfoy, stop being so bloody difficult and just agree with me or so help me I will never speak to you again."

"Alright, Rose, you win," he says dramatically. "I'll come with you to tell your parents about our baby as long as you come with me to tell my parents about our baby."

"Perfect!" I shout. "Now, we have to make sure no one finds out about this until after we go home for Christmas break. Once rumors get out in this school, they spread faster than a flock of thestrals."

"I didn't know thestrals spread that fast." There he goes being difficult again.

"Shut up, Scorpius. That's not the point. The point is, we need to make sure my parents don't find out about this before we tell them. That would be disastrous."

"Yeah, it would be," Scorpius laughs. He's probably imagining how red my dad's face can get. I know I am.

"So," Scorpius starts, "you were saying earlier about getting rid of the baby. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Adoption of course…" I trail off. Was that a cough I heard?

"Rose, look-"

"Shh!" I say. There it is again. Another cough.

"Rose? What's going-"

"Shut. Up," I hiss.

Yes, folks, I hear another cough. There's someone else in here. I guess Moaning Myrtle no longer drives people away from her bathroom.

Slowly, I tiptoe across the tile floor, looking under each stall door. In the second to last stall I see them. A pair of bright pink ballet flats.

I motion for Scorpius to step back.

"Diffindo!" I kick open the door.

"Ahhhhh!"

My charm successfully severed the lock and my kick successfully kicked the door into the person whose hiding in the stall.

To my utter horror, I know the girl in the stall. It's little Lucy. My cousin.

And she's going to tell.

"Oh shit."

"Scorpius, watch your language! She's only eleven! Lucy'll repeat anything she hears!"

"Like the fact that you're pregnant?" Sometimes I hate that boy.

"Scorpius, shut up." I turn back to Lucy. "Luce, you're not gonna tell anyone, right?" I plaster a huge smile on my face.

Lucy's eyes are all wide. She looks absolutely terrified.

"Lucy…"

"Well…" Lucy says, "Am I not supposed to tell anyone?"

"No, you're not supposed to tell anyone," I tell her.

"Not even Roxie? If I tell her, maybe she'll let me put on her makeup. She likes to know secrets…"

"NO!" I half screech, "You can't tell Roxie."

"What about Hugo?"

"No."

"Lily?"

"No."

"Louis?"

"No."

"James?"

"Absolutely not."

"Vicky?"

"N-O."

"Teddy?"

"NO."

"What about Uncle Ron?"

"Especially not Uncle Ron."

"How abou-"

"Oh my Merlin, Lucy, what don't you understand about the phrase don't tell anyone?"

"I don't know," she says, shrugging. Then she walks over to the sink to wash her hands. I looked at Scorpius in a panic. He nonchalantly shrugs.

Bastard.

I walk up behind Lucy and put my hands on her shoulders and catch her eyes in the mirror.

"Lucy, I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone about what you heard in here. If you do, it could be very bad for me and Scorpius."

"What do I get if I don't tell?"

"What?" What is she, a Slytherin? Manipulative little bitch.

"Well, if I tell Roxie, she'll probably put makeup on me and let me wear her shoes for a little while. What will you do for me if I don't tell her?"

"Umm…" Think fast, think fast, think fast, think fast. "I'll do your makeup and let you wear my shoes!"

Lucy just cocks an eyebrow.

"Why would I want that?"

Urgh. She's killing me. I hear Scorpius snicker from behind me.

"Ugh, Lucy, look, I'll… let you have my old broom!"

"Why would I want an old clunker? Give me your Nimbus 2045 and we have a deal."

This chick drives a hard bargain. I just got that for my birthday last year. I look at Scorpius, desperate for another way, who rolls his eyes and steps in.

"What if I buy you a new broom? I'll get you a Nimbus 2047. Brand new," he says.

She looks like she's thinking about it for a minute. Then she shakes her head.

"No. I don't think so. I want Rose's broom."

Little bitch.

"Fine," I say, giving up. The girl can have my broom if she wants. It's not like I'll need it for the next six months or so.

"Also," she says, turning to face me, "you have to convince my dad to let me have a boyfriend."

"What do you need a boyfriend for? You're eleven!" Scorpius says, incredulous. I must say, I agree with him here. First time today.

"What if I try my best? You know it'll be hard to convince Uncle Percy. Molly wasn't allowed one until fifth year."

"Alright. That'll do." She smiles up at me brightly.

"Then we have a deal." She sticks out her hand for me to shake.

"Yes, we do," I say, taking her hand and shaking it.

"Bye!" she shouts over her shoulder as she exits the bathroom.

Scorpius and I look at each other.

"I guess we need to find a new place to have secret conversations, huh?"

"Shut up, Malfoy."

He doesn't.

OoOoO

The week hasn't gotten much better since the whole ordeal with Lucy in the bathroom. I threw up in the middle of Potions class (damn those fumes) and Professor Nott walked me down to the hospital wing. This meant an awkward meeting with Madame Pomfrey, in which I had to convince her that I was not sick and that I was feeling better and, no, she didn't have to run any tests to make sure. Then, I spent nearly all of Wednesday dodging Frank Longbottom, who seemed to be wandering around in every corridor I happened to have to go through. I swear, I took about forty detours. I may sound juvenile, avoiding him, but I'm really hormonal right now, and don't want to have to deal with that oaf.

Scorpius keeps bugging me about this whole adoption thing. He doesn't seem to "think it's a good idea", though, he won't give me an actual reason as of why he doesn't like it. Until he does, I'm not listening to him. He also keeps bugging me about eating right for the baby and to stop eating sweets at every meal. What can I say? I want candy. So, I've spent quite a bit of time trying to get Scorpius out of my hair. Lucy's getting impatient about her broom, which my parents still haven't sent yet. So the last bit of my time is spent trying to keep her calm about things so she doesn't tell anyone about the whole baby situation.

The only good thing that's happened this week is my morning sickness is almost completely gone.

All in all, it's been a tiring week.

I'm excited because it's Saturday and I get to relax pretty much all day. I walk quickly down the staircase (not too quickly though; don't want to fall) so I can get to breakfast before all the pancakes are gone. The Great Hall is crowded as usual, but I eventually squeeze myself into a spot between Louis and Scorpius at the Gryffindor table. We start to chatter about our plans for the day, most of which consist of sitting out by the Black Lake and throwing food at the giant squid before the lake freezes over for winter and the snow storms start.

I'm shoveling food into my mouth faster than you can say "quaffle" when the owl post comes. I'm praying that mum and dad have sent the broom. Lucy's gonna open her mouth soon if I don't get it to her. I spot dad's brown barn owl (Gulliver) just as it swoops down towards me. To my dismay, there isn't a broom attached to the bird. Gulliver drops the letters in front of me. And that's when I recognize the blood red color of one of the envelopes.

Oh fuck. A howler…

So, it's really early in the morning where I am. I had the craziest week which equals no time to write. So I stayed up uber late tonight to get this chapter out. I apologize if it's shitty and if there are any grammatical errors. And sorry if it's too short for your tastes. In my defense, I'm sleep deprived. So, I hope you like.

Sorry for the cliffy xD