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"Hello, everyone, my name is Professor Esme Cullen, but all of you can call me Esme. Now, all of you pick a name from this pot," the woman vampire smiled.

I frowned and nudged Draco. He looked at me and followed my gaze to the pot.

"Our couples are picked out of there," I whispered. "If I'm paired with Potter, kill me."

"If I'm paired with Granger, do the same."

I giggled and waited.

Esme walked around, holding the pot to everyone. When she came to me, I reached in and felt a name snap to my hand. I pulled it out and was about to read it, until Esme grabbed it from my hand. "No reading until I say."

"Sorry, Professor," I said bitterly, taking it out of her cold hands. Draco stiffled his laugh. I glared at him and he stopped immediately, taking a paper out of the pot.

When everyone got one, Esme turned around and smiled, setting the pot on her desk. "Alright, people, open them!"

I ripped my open and sighed in relief. Draco.

I turned to Draco and he gave me a soft smile.

"Thank god," I breathed.

"I am not pairing up with Potter!" Pansy cried.

"I'm not pairing up with her," Potter said.

"I'm sorry, Miss Parkinson, Mister Potter, but you can't switch partners," Esme said. I snickered.

"Serves her right," I breathed to Draco.

"Who'd you get paired up with then?" Pansy sneered.

I threw her a loving smile, "Draco. Isn't he soooo hot?"

She glared at me, "You are a such a bitch, Trixy."

"And you're a whore," I threw back.

She growled and was about to flick her wand at me, when I sent it from her hands and to the floor. "Good job, Parkinson. You've just showed how weak you are."

A few Slytherrin's laughed, but my glare on her was ice cold.

"You're glowing, Trixy," she sneered. "Have another late night fuck with Draco?"

I gave a humorless laugh, "You wish. He was with you last night instead."

She glared at me, "How dare-"

"Oh, I dare," I snapped. "Just like I dare you to grow a pair."

"I am not-"

"You will listen to me," I snarled. "Stop being a bitch and start acting like the pug you are."

Draco grabbed my arm to keep me from advancing. I was thrown down in my seat. I threw Draco a vicious glare. "I'm not talk to you, Draco," I snapped. "I'm talking to Miss Parkinson."

"It's Pansy to you," Parkinson snapped.

"I'm sorry, I was talking to Pugsy. Now, Professor, please, get back to your lesson."

"For the remainder of the year, you and your partner will live in shared quarters." I about hugged Esme here. "There will be charms on your bedroom to prevent acts that are not allowed in school from happening, such as sex. You will be bound to act as a couple for an entire year. No cheating. No divorce. No breaking up. You will all be 'married' in a sense. Now, will each couple grab one of these portkeys that will lead you to your room. Your names are on top. Please, take yours and only yours. Each couple will have a password to prevent other couples from sneaking in. Grab on. I'll meet you there."

Draco and I made our way over to mine and I grabbed on, him with me. A twisting feeling and then we landed outside the painting of a graveyard.

"I like it, has a certain. . . pleasantness about it," I commented, looking at the graveyard. A skeleton rose from the side and looked at Draco and I.

"Password?" it hissed out through its bones.

I looked at Draco, letting him chose.

"Baby Venia."

I looked at him in surprise. "What kind of a password is that?"

He pulled me into the room, letting the portrait swing shut. I looked at him, waiting for an explanation. "Well, if I'm going to be a pretend father, I might as well make a pretend name."

"You'd name our baby Venia?"

"If it was a girl."

I thought about it, "I kind of like it. . ."

He chuckled, "Of course you would. Now, I'll have to have mother buy us some-"

"No, read this," I said, handing him a letter that was on the sheet covered sofa.

"We just have to think about what we want and it'll appear?" Draco asked, after reading it.

I nodded. "Maybe its best I do the decorating. Men and their tastes differ from woman."

"Whatever, dear," he smirked. I rolled my eyes before shutting them. In seconds, I heard things thump around and opened my eyes. Black sofa in front of the fireplace, white walls with black and white moving photos of snow and leaves falling. There were two black arm chairs perpendicular to the sofa. I walked to a door. It was just like a common room. The kitchen had black countertops but white cabinets. There was a fridge and a stove. . . they wanted us to cook. No way.

"Draco!" I called.

He came in and saw me glaring at the stove, "What?"

"They want us to cook for ourselves."

He chuckled, "Not going to happen."

"I'll call a few house-elves, then," I smirked. "Alright, our. . . bedroom."

He followed me to an empty room. Closing my eyes I pictured a black bedspread covering a queen bed. There were two black wooded night stands, the one on my side with an alarm clock. I saw our trunks laying next to a door, which I assumed a closet.

"Draco, be a doll and unpack our things. I'll take care of the bathroom."

Before he could protest, I walked into the bathroom, which was just outside the bedroom door. It was already fully furnished, which I assumed meant that it wouldn't change. I walked down the hall back to the common room when I came across a door.

"Hey, Draco!" I called, opening the door. It was a bare wooden room, really cozy and warm inside. The stone walls had two windows, both with an excellent view of the lake.

"What?" He snapped.

"What's this room for?" I murmured, confused. "We have everything we need. . ."

His hand grabbed my arm and I was facing him. "It's for. . ."

"For?" I pressed. "Spit it out."

"The baby."

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