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My heart sped up and I sank down next to Draco, pale. "It's not. I told you, its my father's."
"No, its not. The look in your eyes when you said that, you were lying," Rosalie murmured. "I lied all the time about it, until Emmett got me to say. Don't worry about it. We won't tell."
"You don't understand, if news gets out I'm pregnant," I started. "Potter and his filthy friends will know exactly who's child it is . . . and I can't have that. I have to- I have to get rid of the memory of the conversation on the train about it."
Rosalie sighed, "Do you want me to. . .?"
"You don't know magic, yet," I sighed. "I have to be precise about it. I have to make sure I'm getting all baby talk and talk about the Death Eaters out of their heads."
"They're all that knows, right?" Rosalie asked.
I nodded. "So, if you can invite them to your room or something one night, and me, I might be able to do it then."
She smiled at me, "Of course. I can do that. Can't we, Em?"
"Of course, Rosie. Lil sis, you know we thought that Edward was a dick for leaving you. We fought it every step."
"Thanks. Rose, just notify me when it occurs. Send Emmett over or something."
She nodded, "You know I never hated you right?"
"I know, I could read your thoughts," I smirked. "Jealous of me? I will say, who isn't?"
She sighed, "Please, just, let's make a truce. We'll talk at night, just Emmett and I, and we'll keep everything just between the two of us, not even the rest of the family will know. Ok?"
"I'd like to have a girl to talk to about this," I said honestly. "And Draco, you could talk to Emmett about it. I guarantee you'll like him. Now, get ready, Draco. We can't be late."
"Yes, dear," Draco said coldly.
I just stuck out my tongue and looked at a smiling Rose. As soon as Draco was gone, she turned to me. "Are you two going out?"
I snorted, "No. We're partners in Life Skills and that's all."
"You sure? Because its very obvious you like one another."
I rolled my eyes, "Please. I don't like him and he doesn't like me."
"Uh huh."
"I'm serious. He's my aunts son. My cousin. Why would I-"
"Because you like him," Rosalie laughed. "Besides, I've heard that all purebloods intermarry. Like Narcissa and Lucius are cousins."
"That's different," I defended. "Their marriage was arranged."
"How is it different? They were still married and had a kid!"
"Yeah, and maybe Draco is the only boy I ever talk to without having sex with, but my mum wants me to marry Blaise or Crabbe or that oaf Goyle. If she wanted me to marry Draco, then believe me, we'd be betrothed by now. No, we're fine as friends and that's all that's going to happen."
"That's not what Alice sees!" Rosalie sang.
I glared at her, "Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about. You don't know how pureblood families work. You know nothing. You're a mudblood leech, the lowest, unless you count werewolves. You know nothing."
I stood up and walked to the door, holding it open. "Until you have them over, I believe this is goodbye."
She sighed and left, Emmett on her heels - who gave me a small smile.
I shut the door and gathered my books, but not before my black owl swooped in from the window in the kitchen and landed on my shoulder. I took the package from its mouth and a black tank top came out with a note pinned to it.
"This is the article of clothing I was telling you about. It will hide your stomach from anyone that looks. When you start to get a stomach, which will be around Christmas, start wearing it under everything. You don't need to wash it. It cleans itself. P.S. the morning sickness should be starting. Take some potions. It really helps, but brew it yourself. Don't trust those doctors. Mum."
I smiled to myself, "A lesson too late, mother."
"Ready, Bella?" Draco asked from the door.
I nodded and put the letter in the fireplace before following him out the door and to the Defense room.
The days started to pass. I could no longer smell pickles, potatoes, or chicken. It was absolutely rancid to me. Which really sucked because I loved pickles and potatoes.
I started to sleep with covers on the bed, to keep me warm. But, it really wasn't helping me sleep. I still woke up at least every hours, choking the scream in my throat from erupting.
But I wasn't careful enough one night. I let the dream progress further than before and let out a piercing scream. I woke up, panting heavily. The bedroom door opened and the light next to me turned on.
"You okay?" Draco asked softly.
I shook my head, not looking at him. "I can't sleep in a bed, Draco. I-I can't. I've been trying and trying and I just - the memories keep coming back and-"
"Will it help if you sleep on the couch?" he asked gently, cutting me off.
I nodded, "That's what I've been doing at the Manor. I've been sleeping on the couch in my room."
"Alright, well, what if I give you a dreamless sleep draught?"
"I don't know!" I cried. "I've taken them before, but I couldn't go to sleep. My body wouldn't sleep. I'd stay up all night, just staring at a spot on the wall. Nothing works! It's like he's still torturing me inside school. It's like he's here with me. And I can't sleep with the comforter because I feel like he's next to me and I fell like his body heat is all over me and I just can't stop thinking-"
"Why didn't you tell me?" he murmured.
"Because if you knew," I started. I shook my head, "I knew you'd be disgusted in me."
"I'd never-"
"He fucked me, Draco," I said, wiping my tears and looking at my lap. "He played with me and he got what he wanted. He fucked me and now I'm carrying his child. And I want to keep it because I'll always know that if I would have gotten rid of it, he would find out. And I'd be dead. And you'd be tortured for letting me get rid of it. And I couldn't do that to you, Draco. You aren't apart of this any further than the cover story."
He sighed, pulling me to his chest and hugging me. "I was going to ask him if I can sub-in, be the father of the baby, not biologically, but physically. You and I both know he's not father material. I want to be there for you and your baby. I want to be there and help you through it. You just have to let me."
"I can't do that to you!" I whispered. "You have everything. You have your girlfriends and your family. I'm not going to do that to you. You have everything you need. I can deal with this on my own."
"Merlin, woman, listen to yourself," he said frustrated. I pulled away, confused and slightly fearful. "You don't understand. I want to be there for you. I want to be the father. Not only will it make the story believable, but my mother and father will help too. If only I can ask the Dark Lord to do this for you, then you won't have to worry about the Order coming after you."
"I don't care what the Order does to me! They won't get me or my baby," I said softly, playing with the pillow on my lap now. "I appreciate it-"
"No, you don't. You think its an insult that I offered. Well I don't care what you think. I asked you for your permission, but you won't hear it."
"Why would you do this, Draco?" I cried in a whisper. "Why would you ruin your future?"
"Because I love you!" he cried in frustration. "I want to be the father, not only in the story, but in real life. I want to be with you! You are the only one that I don't just give little fucks and then walk away. You're my constant and you are my rock. You make me see sense, all the time. Bella, you're the only one I let call me by my first name besides my family and Blaise! Blaise is my best mate, and the others are my family. But you. . . you are my love. And I know you don't return the feelings. I heard your conversation with Rosalie. But I want to do this for you because I want to be with you and I want to be there for your baby."
I was frozen in shock. I stared at him, "Draco, you can't be- I mean, really? I'm just a girl in our year and-"
"No, you're not. You're anything but," he said, clutching my hands. "Well, you are a girl in my year, but you are so much more. Bella, please, listen to me when I say, I honestly, truly and for real, want to be there for you. I want to be the father."
Tears came to my eyes and I pulled from his grip, only to wrap my arms around his shoulders. I breathed in his scent. "You don't have to," I murmured. "I'm serious, this is a lot to do and-"
"I want to," he interrupted softly. "Besides, you did get me reading those books. I'm prepared."
I bit my lip and nodded, "Alright."
"Alright?" He asked, his voice risen in happiness.
"But you have to write the Dark Lord yourself," I breathed. I pulled back to find his jaw had dropped and he had paled.
"I guess I do. I always thought of it as hypothetical. I never thought you'd agree. But where's the quill and ink?" he asked smiling warmly at me.
"By the fireplace," I sighed. I stood up from the bed, grabbed my pillow on my lap and sank down on the couch where I had put the comforter. "You can take the bed, Draco."
He nodded and walked out the door, wringing his hands. I laid down on the couch and put the pillow under my head. I fell asleep almost immediately a small smile on my lips.
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