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When Angelina and I walked back into the exam room, Jauclin was trying to tie her cloak; but her hands were shaking violently to the point where any normal activity was pointless. Teddy, the person who would normally help any girl when she was too...weak to do something herself, was in the corner talking to the doctor who Angelina had brought in after she felt the baby kick. Yes, it kicked. But here's the best part: it kicked, even though there wasn't a heartbeat. Anyway, the doctor's name was Grant Hardy. He was what they call a "specialist". Jauclin glanced over at him after she gave up on trying to tie her cloak. He was making her nervous. Hell, he was making me nervous. But I supposed the fact that he hadn't said a word to Jauclin after introductions could be serious cause for ants in her stomach. I wasn't a big fan of this Grant. I mean, he MUST be one hell of a specialist if he doesn't even address his patient. Charisma and consideration obviously mean nothing when your hair looks like that. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Jauclin, she had her cloak wrapped tightly around her hands now, but you could still see them shaking. Finally the piece of rat poop felt it appropriate to include us.
"I was just telling Mr. Lupin," Hardy started. "That if we want to get it under control, it would be best if we could schedule and appointment as soon as possible. Now, my office is closed until this upcoming Sunday, so Monday would be best."
"This is serious, and you want to wait til Monday to help me out?" Jauclin snapped. I didn't reprimand her.
"I'm sorry, but Monday is the soonest."
"We'll be in Egypt." I told him as I took Jauclin's cloak out of her hands and draped it around her shoulders. "We'll be there until the eighth of Janurary." I added and tied Jauclin's cloak.
Hardy's response earned a scoff from Jauclin: "With all do respect, Mr. Malfoy, I don't think you understand the seriousness of this situation."
This situation was going to give me a few gray hairs. Let's start from where Angelina couldn't find a heartbeat: She kept clicking random buttons and moving the baby detector around Jauclin's baby factory, but obviously she wasn't picking anything up. And that's when Jauclin started freaking out. But the girl is so much of a brat, she refused to take the blame for negligence. She blamed Teddy's little soldiers. She blamed Angelina of being a bad OBGYN. She also blamed Angelina of not being able to tell the difference between a baby's arse and it's chest. Of course, all that was complete rubbish. Jauclin just didn't want to own up to the fact that her recklessness is what caused the situation in the first place. But...Jauclin's last accusation was closer to hitting the pin on the head. Being a Malfoy, Jauclin's quick to blame problems on the flaws in others. So of course, she said that this was happening because of Teddy's...heritage. Well, she used more biting words, but the point remains the same. Anyway, Angelina and Hardy weren't one hundred percent sure that what they thought was happening was actually happening, but they'd rather be safe than sorry. We were getting ready to take Jauclin down to floor 5.5 to run some quick preliminary tests. After we finished our little discussion, that is.
"Can I use the fireplace?" Jauclin intervened in the conversation, more like argument, Angelina and Hardy had started up. The two doctors look over at her. "I want my mum." She muttered looking down at her feet. Angelina and Hardy glared at each other before Angelina took Jauclin's elbow and led her into another room. Well, there's a first time for everything.
"Muddy waters, doc?" I smirked.
Hardy sneered at me, "Please, I'm a Healer." He sent a disgusted look at the medical equipment Angelina used. "Muggle contraptions." He added in a tone my father used back when I was Autumn's age.
"Welcome to the 21st century."
If he heard me, Hardy did an excellent job at ignoring the comment. "Although it might seem rare, Jauclin's condition is fairly common in North America. I've seen a dramatic rise within the last two years. You wouldn't believe how many half-breeds we end up with. Vampire babies are the worst," Teddy and I glance at each other. Is this relevant? "Nasty little buggers. I don't know what bint in their right mind thinks it's okay to reproduce with a monster." Teddy's eyes formed into what I can only describe as dragon eyes. This told Hardy to shut up. "Well, anyway, the only thing is that these problems are more common in direct links. As in, the parent is an actual monster. With Jauclin, her baby would be third in line." Hardy turned to Teddy. "Do you know if your mother went through anything like this when she was carrying you? Or do you know anyone you can talk to who might have gone through this?"
Teddy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "Both of my parents died in the Battle of Hogwarts." Hardy gave Teddy an "oh, my bad" look. "And I think my Godfather, Harry Potter, might."
"What's the problem?" I asked before Hardy got either sympathetic or crazed-fan on Teddy.
"Dousage, of course." Of course...idiot, do I look like a bloody Healer? "We're dealing with serious Dark Arts here, and-"
"Dark Arts?" Teddy and I choked out at the same time.
Hardy tensed up, "Mr. Malfoy, your daughter is carrying a baby that could quite possibly do more damage than it is worth." Teddy's hair turned to blue flames. Damn, I didn't know he could get all Hades on our arses. Kudos. "The baby has bad heritage," Hardy scanned over Jauclin's file. "Werewolf and Metamorphagus. It's parents are cousins. And their families basically soaked themselves in Lord Voldemort's company for decades. Quite frankly, she's lucky she's even able to reproduce. Nature has a funny of making us pay for our sins."
"Apparenlty Voldemort and infertility go hand in hand?" I couldn't tell if Teddy was cracking a joke. Neither could Hardy.
"On a normal procedure, what we'd do is give the host a set of Potions to take along with a weekly shot. But in Jauclin's case, since you two are so young and so related, we'll have to lower the dousage and possible make it a biweekly shot to be taken until her due date. We won't know more until we run the tests, of course, but that is the general idea."
"Are they going to live?" Teddy asked after a moment of unwanted silence.
"You lived." Hardy answered simply.
I smelt her before I heard her. Is that cheesy? Anyway, Granger's signature scent filled the room instantly. Someone should tell her to lay off the spritzing.
"Grant?" Grant?
"Hermione?" Hermione?
The two kissed each other's cheek. Oh this is just bloody fantastic! Now I have to deal with this dip shit trying to get in between me and my baby-mamma? Fantastic. How can I compete with him? I glared him up and down. His hair alone would have her crawling on all fours, worshipping the ground he walks on. Teddy looked over at me as I let out an involuntary snort. I met Teddy's eyes, and then regained my composure. This was not the time to lose myself in my own jealousy. We were here for Jauclin and her baby. Her little mutant baby, mind you.
"With all due respect, Healer Hardy," I sneered. "If you understood the seriousness of this situation you would be setting up things for Jauclin's tests, not feeling up the mother of my unborn child."
Hardy broke the hug they had going on, and then he excused himself. Granger turned on me, her face was various shades of red and her eyes held the perfect glare.
"Good to see you too, Granger." I called after her as she stomped out of the room.
"Autumn is going to be mad at you." Teddy muttered in a sing-song voice.
"What?" I hissed.
"It's just, you're hurting Aunt Hermione-"
"Stop calling her Aunt Hermione." I bit. "You're the father of her grandchild; people will shun you even more if they think her nephew knocked up her daughter."
"You're hurting Hermione, and I distinctly remember Autumn telling James and I that she couldn't bare to see you hurt her mum again." So we have a wise ass, eh?
"Granger started it." I mumbled, fully aware of how childish I sounded.
Jauclin reentered the room before Teddy could respond. Her cheeks were stained with a new batch of tears. For a second I thought she was going to let Teddy have it. I mean, come on. She had a half-blood growing and changing inside of her, and it's mainly his heritage to blame for that. If I was her, I'd be livid. But instead of letting him face her wrath, she broke out in more water works and flung her arms around the dog's neck, crying into the crook of his neck. Teddy wrapped his arms around her waist and muttered, what I can only assume, sweet nothings in her ear. A few times I could the corners of her lips twitch into a brief smile. But like I said, it was brief. I felt awkward watching them after another minute. It was like the beginning of a bad porno. Thank Merlin Granger and Hardy walked in.
"Alright, Jauclin, we're going to get some preliminary tests run today, but I still think you need to come back in as soon as they're in. That means staying in town for the holidays."
"I'll stay with her." Granger, Teddy, and I spoke up at the same time. We all glanced at each other. That was wicked cool. "We'll stay." I added.
Jauclin used a tissue to wipe her tears, "What about Autumn?"
"She'll be with the Potters; she'll be fine." A little lie never hurt anyone.
Hardy beckoned Jauclin to follow him as he walked toward the door. Jauclin squeezed Teddy's hand before reluctantly following the great-hair-Healer. The two of them were at the doorway when Jauclin turned back around.
"Mum," For a moment she sounded just like the little girl I use to read fairy tales to. "Will you come with me?"
A few hours later at Draco's home...
"Oh, Merlin, you should have seen it. It was long, thick, throbbing with anticipation. I've never seen one that big before. Let me tell you, though, I refuse to let anyone else touch it. I hate being the second one to try anything, you know that. So, I told him that I better be the only other one touching it, otherwise I'd make sure he didn't have it at all. I think it's safe to say that he and I will be the only one's touching his wood."
Autumn and Little Potter dropped their forks. I looked up from my papers to the witch sitting on my kitchen counter.
"Pansy," I set my quill down and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Remember that talk we had about how I'm the only one who understands you."
The witch nodded.
"This is one of those times."
Pansy glanced at the two first years, and her lips formed an "O" as the light bulb deep in her archives finally clicked on. Oh, for the love of Merlin, why does Pansy insist on being an idiot. If she kept this up, I was going to start calling her a Hufflepuff. Honestly. How many years of drinking does it take for one to become a moron?
Teddy took a drink of water, "I think most people refer to it as a broom, Pansy."
Pansy's eyes flashed dangerously, "Hush puppie."
Teddy rolled his eyes at her.
Jauclin was sitting in the room just beyond the archway that separated the kitchen from the room no one really used but it came with the floor plan. It was a deep green room, obviously, with a black velvet couch set dead center and in front of one of the houses many fireplaces. I only used it for parties. Normally we cleared the couch and filled the room with all kinds of alcoholic drinks. I didn't know what compelled Jauclin to sit in that room, but that's where her arse was planted...staring into the fire with the results from her preliminary test in her right hand and the ultrasound in her left. I stared at her for a moment. She hadn't said a word since we brought her here. Which is odd, and slightly troublesome. I'd been watching her every so often, I had to be prepared for an outburst. It was bound to happen. Nothing so far, though. Seriously. All she's done is breath. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad she hasn't forgotten to do that. But it would be nice if the girl shook her head or twitched or something. This lack of movement worried me. Poor Teddy didn't even know the sex of his baby yet, because the wench wouldn't hand anything over. She was just as bad as her mother. Well, almost. At least Jauclin took Teddy with her to her lady doctor shit.
The answer to my prayers came in the form of a knock. Jauclin snapped her head to the right. No one ever used the side door. Thank Merlin Almighty. Jauclin stood up and answered the door. There were a few brief words before Jauclin slammed the door, and then she resumed her previous actions. I shared a look with Pansy.
"Who was it, Jauclin?" I called.
I saw her eyes look in my direction and then return to the fire. "Severus Snape." She replied simply.
Why I ought to slap-a-bitch. I would have totally done it if she wasn't fucked up enough. I'm not the type to add insult to injury.
"I'm only teasing," She said without emotion. "It's Geoff. He wants to make sure I'm okay, and he told me if I needed anything he's an Owl away."
At this Teddy was out of his seat and storming to the side door. I caught Jauclin smirking as Teddy passed behind her. I do believe it is not Mr. Spinnet at the door. What in hell crawled up Jauclin's arse? We're all being peaches to her and in return we get stuck with the world's biggest bitch? How nice of her. Pansy and I entered the room no one uses. I smirked at what I saw. It's nice to see age does not hinder the beauty of some people. Although, I'm sure it's the Veela in her we can thank for that. Fleur stood at the side door with a dark-haired child in her arms. I'm assuming it was her sister's youngest. I remember Granger mentioning something about Gabrielle getting knocked up a few years ago. And if I remember correctly, Gabrielle's husband is blonder than I am. Interesting. Milk man? No, maybe not. The Delacour's are too classy to shag any muggle service people.
"Don't be rude, pooch." Pansy said, flicking Teddy's nose as she pushes past him to let the Frenchwoman in.
"`Arry `as been worried sick about you, Teddy." Fleur frowned at Teddy.
Teddy stood in front of Fluer awkwardly. Oh yeah...I almost forgot about Victoire. I snickered lightly which earned me a smirk from Pansy, she and I are on the same page, and a glare from Teddy. Well, at least he knows where I'm coming from. Teddy stumbled over his words as he tried to explain to Fleur that he was sorry he let Victoire believe that there was something more than puppy love going on between the two of them. His attempts turned into one big mesh of words. It was a mess. Teddy threw a glance in Jauclin's direction, probably hoping for some help, but she just sat there motionless. Yeah, get use to it Teddy, you're girlfriend is a useful as a piece of sand. After about a minute of stuttering Pansy interjected and summed it up in about twenty words.
"Teddy got Jauclin pregnant, so he dumped Victoire to be with his baby's mum. It's actually quite noble..." Pansy grinned. "For a dog." She quickly added.
The Frenchwoman waved her hand dismissively, "I know."
"You know?" I turn to see Jauclin off the couch, standing in a defensive position in front of the fire.
Out of the corner of my eyes I saw the two First Years creep into either side of the room as Fleur said, "`Arry told me." Oh faith in Jesus. What the hell are they thinking?
Jauclin crossed her arms over her stomach and I noticed the ultrasound and test results. Oh God.
"How sweet of `Arry." Jauclin sneered. Well, damn, Jauclin, you don't always have to be such a bitch.
"Well, see I `ave a cousin living in America..."
"Really? America! I've never heard better news in my life."
"Jauclin." Pansy snapped. "Don't be such a bitch. Go on, Pepé." If there's one thing you must know, it's that Pansy doesn't always act bitchy intentionally. She doesn't mean to be a bitch most of the time, it's a habit that's hard to break. My point is that she wasn't trying to insult Fleur. Teddy, on the other hand, well, that's all insults.
"My cousin is a `Ealer in America, and if you want I can ask `er to send over the files in `er case." Fleur glanced nervously to Jauclin's right. Jauclin didn't pay her any attention, she was too busy taking up an interest in the door behind Fleur. Obviously, this is Jauclin's way of telling us that she wasn't interested in what Fleur had to say. Well, I'm sure Jauclin was plenty interested in what Fleur was selling, but Jauclin wouldn't let us know that. Knowing Jauclin, she'd OWL Fleur tomorrow asking for the files.
James Potter was born a troublemaker. He put Little Red Riding Bitch through hell in labor. I remember Granger flipping out and going into labor early because she was stressing about her mate. That was one hell of a coaster. Anyway, by the time he was five he'd set the Potter's first house on fire; at five and a half he completely wrecked Scarhead's new broom; at six he started a lawn gnome riot at the Burrow; and when he was seven he managed to convince Autumn to run away with him to his uncle's joke shop...he thought they could live under the floor boards and come out at night to steal the supplies they needed for survival. Someone failed to inform him that you can't live off of Puking Pastries and EZ Ebola Eggs. Not to mention, only rats live in floor boards. But do you see what I mean? He's nothing but trouble. So when Autumn and him sprinted from their positions on either side of the room, blaming Potter is the only thing I think of to keep from placing equal blame on Autumn. Even though I'm fully away Autumn was just as much at fault as James was. Autumn, being smaller and quicker, beat James to Jauclin. She snatched the test results from Jauclin's hand. Jauclin rose her left hand, fully prepared to bitch slap her little sister. But as her hand was swinging down, James stole the ultrasound from her right. Needless to say, Jauclin was flipping out. The good news, though, is that Jauclin was too caught up with the whole stealing of her ultrasound that she never finished through with her right hand swing. Thus, sparing Autumn a red mark across her cheek.
Good. I wouldn't be able to explain that to the Potters.
"Oh my God!" James gasped as Jauclin made to lunge at him. Teddy grabbed her in the nick of time. "Is that a woody? It's massive!"
Jauclin's eyes were the size of saucers. Livid.
"Give me that!" Pansy took it from James.
"Give it back to me!" Jauclin snapped and tried to elbow her way out of Teddy's arms. Sorry to tell you, my little bitch, but no one wants to give you the ultrasound back.
Autumn was standing with her back against the wall, scanning the test results the best she could. She shook her head when Pansy giggled, completely agreeing with James.
"She's a girl." Autumn spoke up. Teddy's arms fell to his side.
Fleur shifted the toddler from one hip to the other and stared at Jauclin as Autumn read the basic results from the tests. I wonder what went wrong with Fleur's kids when she was pregnant with them. I mean, there's so many things that could make a baby a mutant. But you'd think Fleur's Veela blood would even out the mutant in Bill. I turned my attention back to Teddy and Jauclin. Their baby can't be too bad. I mean, sure they're cousins. But even though the Malfoy Bloodline has mingled with the Dark Arts quite often, our blood is pretty clean. I don't remember much inbreeding before this. And it's never been proven that making babies with muggle-borns results in deficiencies during the term. That's just an old wive's tale to keep Purebloods from reproducing with Muggles or Muggle-borns. Oh for the love of Merlin.
Teddy had a goofy grin on his face, "A girl?"
"How is it a girl?" James really needed to go through puberty. His high pitched voice was killing me. "It has a woody, Autumn, and massive one." He and Pansy snickered.
Teddy took Jauclin's fingers, "A girl?" He repeated. Yes, Teddy, a girl. And if it wasn't for that girl I'd take Godric Gryffindor's bloody sword and chop out the Basilisk in your damn chamber of secrets.
"It's a tail!" Jauclin barked. She snatched her hand away from Teddy and grabbed the ultrasound back from the two giggle boxes. "It's not a prick, it's a tail." She wiped her sleeves roughly against her cheek. Alright, now I kind of felt sorry for calling her a bitch.
Jauclin tried choking back a sob as she hid her face behind her hands. Teddy, who must have been fighting a major mental war, finally went in to hug Jauclin. At first she shoved him away, but when he wrapped his arms around her a second time, she finally let him. I stared at the two as Teddy whispered stuff about the baby being a girl. Apparently throwing him a bone isn't the only way to make Teddy happy. I couldn't say much, though, I was the same way when Granger and I found out Jauclin's sex. Yeah, it's safe to say I felt sorry for Jauclin. If she was scared before the 20-week scan, she's got to be ten times more scared now. I mean, first there was no heartbeat; then it kicked; and now it has a bloody tail? Good God, y'all. If this baby lived to talk, it would have one hell of a story to tell. I can't help but grin at the thought of her telling her first boyfriend she had a tail that was mistaken for a prick. Okay, maybe not her first boyfriend. The thought stores itself away after a look from Pansy and Fleur.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x
Wednesday December 23rd - Malfoy Manor
"Honestly, Draco, I don't know what you expected, " Dad said as he wheeled himself to the liquor cabinet. He looked around the room before going on. "Teddy's part werewolf, part Metamorphagus, and then somewhere there's a bit of human in him. You can't expect two-thirds mutation to blend well with half muggle and half Dark Arts."
"You sound like Healer Grant Hardy." I rolled my eyes.
Dad and I had been over this over and over again. I brought Jauclin, Teddy, and Autumn here with me this morning after we made a trip to Scarhead's place this morning to tell him Autumn was going to stay here. My good parenting had kicked in...there was no way in hell I was leaving Autumn with that dysfunctional lot for Holiday Break. The three of them were in the kitchen with the House Elves about an hour ago, no telling what they were up to anymore. See, the extent of my good parenting is just making sure my kids aren't alone with the Potters. Anyway, the runts running around the house...that's why dad and I were trying to keep the conversation quick and quiet. So far, the quick part wasn't working out to well. We got into a sort of shouting match earlier. But it was like a two liner thing. Both of us knew not to go on any further after we caught ourselves. Just our luck, Jauclin would do something drastic to her little wolf baby. Excuse me, she-wolf-baby.
"Fleur Weasley has a cousin in America who deals with cases like this. Fleur offered to ask her cousin for the files."
"Why?" Dad asked.
"Why?" Was he serious? "Do you want me to start with the tail or the lack of a heartbeat?"
"Oh, please, Draco," Dad rolled his eyes as he scoffed. "St. Mungo's muggle equipment is well over a decade old. I can't believe I'm say this, but take Jauclin to a muggle doctor and see what you can find out. Hunter knows a muggle doctor who is fully informed about the wizarding world." I hear the hint of distaste in my father's voice. He normally tries to hide it, because he really is trying to better himself, but like I said...old habits die hard. "The muggle's have this thing called the E.R, and Hunter says it's open all day and everyday. Schedule an appointment there."
"E.R?"
"Yeah, just give Jauclin a big fat bruiser on her cheek, have Teddy walk her in, and make them say that she fell down the steps." From the wild grin on my father's face anyone with a brain cell would know this is not how you go about getting an appointment in the E.R. "Knox (Lucius is refering to Alex and Avery's father)tried it with Avery at their home, and an ambience picked them up."
"Ambience?"
Dad shrugged. Muggles and their stupid names for things...
Then Dad brought up my situation with Granger. Who'd have thought Pansy Parkinson has a real problem with keeping her bloody mouth shut and will tell anyone who'll listen? My father, of course, is all ears. Or he was all ears. Now he won't stop talking. I can feel my cheeks turning pink. Fantastic. He's going to accuse me of being some silly school girl. Well, fuck him. He didn't know what I was going through. Being with Granger was like...well, I don't have anything to compare it to, but it's definitely like something. And hearing it all from my dad; that's just awkward. I never talked about his and mum's love life. What in Merlin's name has possessed him into thinking that I want to talk about this with him? I shake my head at the thought of us swapping sex our favorite sex stories. Scratch that. I nearly barf at the thought. Mostly because it puts some unwanted images into my head. Nasty, nasty, nasty. I run my hand through my hair, mum always told me I had an overactive imagination. Damn.
"I heard she has a date with Grant Hardy tomorrow."
"What?" I snapped. "Granger?" Well, at least I'm not thinking about my parents anymore.
"No, me." Dad retorts. Please leave your chill at the fire, father. "Of course I'm talking about Miss Granger. She's a lovely woman, Draco, you can't think that just because she's on your back burner that she's not on someone else's front." I stared at him. What does that even mean?
"She went to an appointment without me!" I exclaimed and then paused. "We were going good and then she takes everything back to twelve years ago. I would never put her through that again, Dad, and you know it."
"Well, sure." Dad finished off his glass. I always admired his pit of a stomach. "But clearly she doesn't."
"Clearly." I muttered. "What do you think I should do?" I can't believe I was asking for relationship advice from Lucius Malfoy.
"Don't ask me, I can't even keep a wife alive." He said as he poured his glass to the brink.
I keep from saying anything. Dad had an odd way of dealing with her death. For starters, he cried his eyes out when he went to trial to determine how he should spend the rest of his sentence. He got off easy: a tracking potion injected in his arm and a weak spell cast over the Manor to detect Dark Arts. After that he stuck to making jokes about the death or about his grief. He cooled it down when Autumn and Jauclin were around, what to which I was highly thankful for, but when he was around Hunter or I...it's like the strongest silencing charm would not work on this bloke. We quickly learned that it was best to let him ride out the episode. We all have our ways of dealing with things, and I'd rather my father indulge in jokes compared to Black Magic.
"Look, Draco," Dad put his glass down when the room got too uncomfortably quiet. Before he could finish, Granger walked in the room. Speak of the devil.
"Did you see the tabloids today?" She cried as she threw several magazines at me. The magazines scattered everywhere, and it only took a random House Elf maybe three seconds to make her appearance. She scrambled around to pick up Granger's mess. Being the bint she is, it took her a moment to realize she was having a House Elf pick up her mess. Apparently S.P.E.W means nothing when the heffer is pissed. I took one of the magazines from Trixie's pile just before she popped away. "How did something get a shot of that without us seeing?
Dad wheeled his way over as I scanned and rescanned one of the magazines Granger was talking about. I think I had one of those out-of-body experiences. I stared down at the picture of Granger, Hardy, and Jauclin on the front cover. NEW DADDY FOR GRANGER/MALFOY GIRLS? was written in bold at the top of the page. GRANGER/MALFOY HISTORY was on page 10. THE RELATIONSHIPS were on page fourteen. THE CHILDREN were on page twenty. And of course, WHICH COUPLE ARE YOU?, the choices were Granger/McLaggen, Malfoy/Parkinson, Granger/Hardy, or Granger/Malfoy, was on twenty-six. But I'm sure what really had Granger's goat was the article on page twenty-one: JAUCLIN MALFOY: PREGNANT?. There was a bubble at the corner of the page that asked: "Is Jauclin really pregnant or are mummy and daughter toying with mummy's ex-new-beau?".
First of all, well only of all, I can't even tell you how many questions were running through my mind. Who took the picture? How did they know we were at St. Mungos? Did someone leak that Jauclin might be pregnant? Granger actually dated Healer Good Hair? If I took the quiz would I get Granger/Malfoy?
The only question that got voiced, though, was "They gave us twenty pages?". I flipped through the pages to hide my stupidity.
Granger gave me one of her looks and it took serious will power not to think of all the dirty things I could do to her. Sexually dirty, I mean.
"Wait for the best part." Granger was being completely sarcastic I hope you realize. She took the magazine and opened it to the page after the trivia section that was after the quiz results. "Look who provided them with information."
I looked at the bottom of the page and I about shit a brick. Well, I almost bashed a head in with one.
The name, followed by a picture, at the bottom of the page was "Teddy Lupin".
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