A/N: I didn't get any feedback on Draco's baby daddy so I am going to shock you mwahaha It may seem a bit dramatic but remember she is pregnant
Marissa flew down the enchanted staircases with such speed that even the portraits were distraught.
What felt like eons later to Marissa she reached the Common Rooms.
Tears streamed down her face as she threw her body onto the pale blue couch were Draco was awaiting her arrival.
"Honey, what's wrong," he lulled raking his delicate fingers through her dark hair in a comforting manner.
"They…..hic….were having….hic….sex," Marissa had hiccups as a result of the hysterical crying.
Draco took on an angry face, a face that was one that would fight for his one and only friend, "What do you mean?"
"Idon'twanttotalkaboutit," Marissa mumbled as she pushed her face into Draco's neck.
"Why," asked Draco pulling Marissa's head from his body and looking into her tear filled eyes.
"Drake," Marissa said grabbing onto his neck, "It hurts too much."
"Wanna hear a story of a boy who was in the same situation," Draco asked attempting to make Marissa feel a little bit better.
Marissa nodded and Draco felt her head bob in the crevasse of his neck.
"Well there was this boy," Draco started tilting his head back in reminiscence, "He was confused about his sexuality."
Draco placed his chin on Marissa's head and rubbed her back, "He tried to prove to himself and others, but mostly himself, that he was straight. But deep down inside there somewhere was the thought that he was gay as the day is long."
"Then he went to a special meeting with his father," Draco sighed deeply finding that telling his story was harder than he thought it was going to be, "At that meeting there was another boy, a rather large, masculine yet nice boy."
"The two boys later met in the study of a certain manor. There they spoke of everything and slowly found that they had many things in common. Then," Draco licked his lips in nervousness, "they decided it would be a great idea to play a game where they had to tell secrets."
Marissa lifted her head from the crook of Draco's neck and placed her head on his chest.
"The masculine boy went to go get his fathers Vertiserum, thinking that it would make the game legit," With a deep intake of breath from Draco and a sigh from Marissa he continued.
"The larger boy said, 'you ask me a question first,' the obvious first question that popped into the smaller boys head was, 'are you gay,'"
"The larger boy took a while to answer until the vertiserum took over and he said, 'I don't know…what about you?' the scrawnier boy didn't know what to say but the Vertiserum spoke for him, 'I think so.'"
Draco held Marissa tighter to his chest and sighed again once more.
"The bigger boy said slowly, 'do you want to find out…I mean if we really are?' The smaller boy said, 'yes' the Vertiserum once again speaking for him."
Marissa lifted her head when Draco didn't continue, "Then what happened Dray?"
A single, yet large, crocodile tear fell from the seemingly emotionless eye of none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Then they had sex, lust filled sex," Draco's voice had turned to an angry tone.
"Draco," Marissa's tears had stopped falling but Draco's continued, "is that your story?"
"Unfortunately."
Draco cleared his throat and continued, "A week later I found out that I was pregnant. I didn't know that part Veela males could get pregnant. I though only full male Veela's could, but I was sadly mistaken. Never did I think of being a werewolf and getting pregnant."
"Then my parents found out and pawned me onto Professor Snape," this time it was Draco's turn to let the tears fall.
"I'm not ready for this baby and its other father isn't gonna be here for it. I am not financially ready," Draco lowered his head so it rested on Marissa's, "I can't believe I was stupid enough to get pregnant."
"Amen," Marissa said. Draco laughed through his tears.
"You are such a bitch for making me laugh," said Draco continuing to laugh.
"I miss laughing," Marissa said after their laughter died down.
"I know it seems like it's been forever since I've laughed," Draco slowly moved onto the floor as his new seating place.
"Feels like I'm eighteen and like I have no responsibilities again," Marissa slowly lowered her eyes to her feet, "Feels like I'm not pregnant."
Draco looked up at Marissa, "If only."
"Draco," Marissa questioned.
"What?"
"Are you ready to tell me who the father is?"
"Not right now Marissa, maybe later."
--x--
Marissa's eyes opened and she lay in bed staring at the white ceiling, with a mural of moving water, above her. She lay there thinking about getting up and not wanting to.
She pulled her eyes from the water to her wizard alarm clock that floated just inches from her night stand. The clock read 6:00am exact.
Marissa gradually sat herself and brought her feet to the light oak floor. The cold wood chilled her body and made her physically shiver.
Looking around the room she saw that it was adorned with the colors green, blue, and silver. The drapes hanging from the windows were a lovely silver that looked nearly transparent but shimmered when the wind blew them.
The molding around the window was a light, baby blue color. Marissa thought that the headmaster painted it under her circumstance.
The truth was though that Dumbledore had study colors and their psychological effect. The color blue, in Dumbledore's studies, was shown to create calming chemicals within the body.
Marissa lifted her body off of the bed and stood. She walked heavy footed over to her light green armoire and opened the French doors. Within were the Hogwarts uniforms she fits in (but not for long) and the maternity robes.
Marissa sighed and stretched while looking for the robes that fit her best.
Once she found her robes she laid them on her bed and walked to the bathroom which she shared with Draco. She lifted her bony knuckles to the white door and pounded, "Draco! Are you in there?"
When there was no answer Marissa opened the door.
The sight that laid before Marissa's eyes shocked her. There, with his knees to his chest, Draco sat crying in the corner of the bathroom.
Marissa rushed over to his side and sat down next to him.
"Draco, what's wrong?"
Draco's frame racked, "He knows."
"Draco, who knows," Marissa asked attempting to get him to look her in the eye.
"The father knows," Draco looked up but avoided making eye contact with the concerned teen before him.
"What's so bad about that?"
"He wants me to get an abortion," Draco said placing his head back between his knees.
"Drake, he can't do that," Marissa said appalled by the thought.
"He can and he will."
"How on earth can he do it," Marissa asked scooting over so that she was side by side with the hysterical boy.
"You don't know him, he has a lot of power," Draco said leaning into the touch of Marissa's arms around his shoulder.
"Who is he Draco," Marissa asked truly concerned and royally pissed off.
"He's gonna kill my baby," wailed the hyperventilating teenager.
"No he's not and I am gonna make damn sure of it," Marissa said rocking both of their bodies back and forth in a comforting manner.
"He has more power than both of us put together."
"Draco, I think that you're exaggerating a bit."
"Marissa, I'm not exaggerating," Draco shouted angrily, "He used to beat me, I know what he can do."
"Who is this boy," Marissa asked her anger increasing tenfold.
"Marissa don't get mad," Draco pleaded.
"Why not Draco? This man is ripping you apart, you can't risk the baby."
"Does it matter anymore?"
For about ten minutes Draco and Marissa sat in complete silence.
"His name…his name is Gregory….Gregory Goyle."
Draco stood up and walked back into his room leaving a confused Marissa behind him.