Here is the Story I called Complications. It's a FemHarry/Draco story with a twist.

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Honor Potter rinsed out her mouth in the bathroom sink. She had just thrown up again. "What in Merlin's name is happening to me?" she said to herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The fourteen year old witch's black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail, except for her bangs which served to cover up her famous lightning-bolt scar. Her emerald eyes shone behind her glasses as they idly wandered through the the small bathroom in Number 4 Privet Drive, until they came to rest on one of her Aunt Petunia's open magazines. An add taking up a whole page advertised birth control pills, and Honor's eyes widened.

It was impossible! They'd only had sex the one time. Honor began to mentally count the days since her last period, then counted them again once she realized she was two weeks late, only to get the same results.

"Don't panic Honor," she told herself. "It could be something else."

Making sure everything in the bathroom was as it should be, Honor walked over to her room, the smallest bedroom in the house, and over to her loose floorboard. Prying it up, she pulled out the muggle money she had managed to hide from the Dursleys and began counting it out. She had roughly fifty pounds, a lot more than she expected.

Pocketing the money, Honor checked her appearance in the cracked mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door. Taking a deep breath, she made her way out of the bedroom, and was lucky to avoid any of her relatives as she made her way out of the house.

It was a twenty minute walk to the local pharmacy. As she walked, she kept hoping that she was wrong in her suspicions.

After walking into the pharmacy, she made her way through the store, looking for the pregnancy test. What she found didn't help her. There where so many test, from varying price ranges. Some where cheap, while others would take almost all of her money to purchase. Honor decided to by two different ones. They where on the more expensive side, and would use most of her money to buy, but Honor wanted to be sure before she figured out what she was going to do.

Grabbing the tests, she walked up to the counter. The old lady working the register gave her a sympathetic smile as she rung the tests up.

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Positive.

Both test were positive.

Honor just sat in her room, looking at the two positive test on her flimsy desk, trying to decide what to do. She knew she needed a medical opinion, and she only really knew one medical professional she could go to.

Walking over to her desk, she pulled out a sheet of parchment and began to write.

Dear Madame Pomfrey,

I'm sorry for interrupting your summer, but I don't know anyone else to turn too and I trust you. I've been vomiting the past few days, and I realized that my period was two weeks late. I took two muggle pregnancy test, and they both say positive. I know I need to be examined for one-hundred percent confirmation and I'm afraid of going to St. Mungo's, just in case I'm recognized and mobbed. I was wondering if I could possibly come to Hogwarts and have you examine me, and if not, if you could recommend a private practice I could go to.

Thank you for your time,

Honor Potter

She folded the letter and wrote the school healer's name on it, before tying the letter to Hedwig. "Take this to Madme Pomfrey Hedwig, and hurry," she said as she opened the window.

The snowy owl gave Honor what appeared to be a comforting look, as if she was trying to say 'everything will be all-right,' before flying out of the window and disappearing into the sky.

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2 Hours Later

Poppy Pomfrey, Hogwart's resident healer, appeared with a pop, on Privet Drive. She carried a black back, reminiscent of the old medical bags muggle doctors used to carry. She was also dressed in passable muggle attire, which was a difficulty for many witches and wizards.

Pomfrey made her way to Number Four, and rang the bell. She heard a man yell inside the house, "Girl! Answer the door!"

The healer waited patiently for several minutes until the door opened, and she was greeted by Honor Potter, one of her favorite students. "Madame Pomfrey!" She exclaimed surprised. "I wasn't expecting you to come and visit me."

Poppy smiled at the young girl. "Yes well, I thought that with something like this, you'd want confirmation as soon as possible. Plus, after what happened at the end of the tournament, I've been worried about you."

Honor smiled at the older witch and opened the door for her to come in. "Please come in, though I'm afraid we'll have to go up to my room for any privacy."

"I understand Ms. Potter."

"Girl! Who is it!" the male voice she had heard earlier yelled.

Pomfrey gave Honor a look. "You didn't tell them?"

"I don't know what they'd do if they found out," the young witch admitted.

Pomfrey walked over to the room the voice was coming from, to find three people, one horse faced woman and to whales of men, seated around a television. "I am Madame Pomfrey, the doctor at Honor's school. And I am here on business. And before you say anything, I am a fully qualified witch who has no problems dealing with the lot of you."

Turning from the speechless three, Pomfrey gestured for a lightly smiling Honor to lead her to her room.

Poppy frowned as she stepped into the room. While it was clear that Honor had done her best, much of the furniture was falling apart and flimsy. Not to mention that the two of them barely fit into the room.

Pomfrey pulled out her wand. "Before I run the test, if it is positive, do you want to know your baby's gender? You can always find out later if you change your mind."

"I just want to know if I really am pregnant ma'am."

Poppy smiled at the obviously nervous young girl and placed her hand on Honor's shoulder. "I need you to pull up your shirt, revealing your stomach."

Honor did as instructed and pulled her shirt up to just under her breast. Poppy placed the tip of her wand to Harry's stomach. "Gravida ostendo sum," she muttered softly. The two witches watched as a blue light enveloped Honor's stomach until Poppy removed the wand. The healer sighed, "You are indeed pregnant Ms. Potter." She gestured for Honor to sit, and sat down on the bed next to the stunned girl.

"I kept...hoping that the muggle tests where wrong," Honor admitted. "I don't know what to do."

Poppy licked her lips. "May I suggest informing the father. Not only is it a good idea, but it's law in our world."

"What do you mean?" Honor asked.

"It's in order to prevent line theft," the nurse explained. "The child's father has to either formally accept the child is his or declare it disowned, otherwise the child could have claim to a legitimate heir's, one born in wedlock's, inheritance."

"What if I don't want to the father to know?" Honor asked.

Poppy gave the young woman a stern glare. "Is there a reason you don't want the child's father to know?"

"It's not the father I'm worried about," Honor admitted. "It's the grandfather."

Poppy had her suspicions, but kept her mouth shut. "If you really want to go that route, you need to talk to a solicitor. And I know one who would likely be willing to help you. In the meantime," she looked around the room in disgust. "This is hardly the place for an expectant mother to live, let alone when you actually give birth and have a little one around. I'll take you to the school. We have a few apartments from when it was common to be married before leaving Hogwarts that are hardly ever used anymore. We'll talk to Minerva and get you into one. I would also recommend talking to the house-elves to see if there are any that would be willing to serve you, especially after the child's born. You'll need someone to watch it when you're in class after-all. So pack up your things."

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Mungdungas Fletcher, who was supposed to be watching Honor Potter, was passed out drunk under an invisibility cloak when Poppy arrived, and when Honor and Poppy left.

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Minerva McGonagall was in her office working on a large pile of paperwork that never ceased, even in summer. She was pulled from her work by a knock on her door. "Come in," she called looking up.

The door opened to reveal her old friend Poppy, but McGonagall was surprised when Honor Potter, one of her favorite students, followed the healer in.

"Poppy, Honor, this is a surprise."

"Hello Professor," Honor greeted, rather nervously it seemed to McGonagall.

"Minerva," Poppy began, "we seem to have a slight situation. Honor here would like to ask for permission to stay in one of the married apartments."

Minerva raised an eyebrow and looked at the young witch. "May I ask why, Ms. Potter?"

Honor gulped nervously under her head of house's gaze. Poppy placed a hand on her shoulder to reassure her.

"It's alright Honor," the healer assured her.

Honor noded and raised her head so that her gaze could meet McGonagall's. "I'm pregnant Professor."

McGonagall's eyes widened and she turned to Pomfrey for confirmation. The healer nodded.

The Transfiguration mistress took of her glasses and rubbed her the bridge of her nose. She took a calming breath before speaking. "First I would like to say that I'm disappointed that you have been so irresponsible as to end up in this situation Ms. Potter." She leveled a chastising glare at the younger her woman. "That said," her face softened and she smiled, "I will do everything I can to help you."

Honor smiled. "Thank you Professor."

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As soon as Poppy took Honor to an apartment, Minerva made her way toward the Headmaster's office, hoping he was there. She was lucky to find Dumbledore sitting behind his desk.

"Minerva, what do I owe the pleasure?" Albus asked, as he folded a copy of the Daily Prophet and set it aside. McGonagall frowned, the paper had began to slander Albus and, more recently, Honor. Merlin knew she didn't need this on top of her pregnancy.

"I just had a visit from Poppy. She had Honor with her."

Dumbledore sighed. "We must really find something else for Mr. Fletcher to do. It's clear that he's worthless as a watch-out. Since Ms. Potter was in Poppy's care, is it reasonable to assume that she is ill or injured?"

Minerva sighed. "It's a bit more complicated than that Albus. The girl's pregnant!"

Dumbledore's eye's widened as his head whipped around to look his headmistress in the eye. "Pregnant?" He closed his eyes and began to rub his forehead. "This complicates things much more. I assume that she has asked to move into one of the married quarters?"

Minerva nodded. "Yes."

"Who is the father?"

"I don't know Albus, Honor hasn't even told Poppy. In fact, Poppy is currently contacting Andromeda Tonks because Honor doesn't want to inform the father," Minerva explained.

Albus stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Has anyone else been informed?"

"No, and Honor is scared to tell Sirius. She's afraid he'll be disappointed in her. And since her friends aren't being very forthcoming in their letters to her, she's not inclined to inform them immediately either."

"I think, after speaking to Andromeda, that it might be prudent to move Honor to headquarters, at least for the summer."

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Honor had gotten two elves willing to bond with her, and as Winky made her way around the apartments small kitchen area, Honor was unable to to recognize the drunk and depressed elf she had known earlier in the year. The fact that Honor had informed her that she would have to take care of a baby in a few months seemed to make the elf's day. Dobby had also wanted to bond with Honor, and had taken to keeping the small apartment clean. Both where also free to help the Hogwarts elves as she didn't have much for them to do.

Hermione was going to kill her when she found out.

She was pulled from her musings by the portrait of a mother wolf, named Miriana, speaking to her. "Mrs. Tonks is outside the portrait, she wishes entrance."

Honor smiled nervously. "I'm expecting her. You can let her in."

Miriana nodded before vanishing to her portrait at the entrance to the room. A few moments later, a black-haired woman with pale-blue eyes and a regal demeanor stepped through the entrance to the apartment. She smiled at Honor. "Hello Ms. Potter. I'm Andromeda Tonks, Though you can call me Andy." She held out her hand and Honor shook it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Tonks. Would you like some tea or something?"

Andy smiled. "Tea would be lovely."

Honor gestured for them to sit as Winky brought over tea and pumpkin juice for Honor. "Has Madame Pomfrey explained my problem to you?"

Andy nodded as she took a sip of her tea. "Yes. But before we get into that, I'd like to say that I'm here as your solicitor. Whatever you say here, stays here unless you say otherwise or it comes up in a legal proceeding. That said, I can't help you unless I know who you baby's father is, and why you don't want him to know."

"So you won't tell anyone else?" Honor asked for confirmation.

"Not unless you allow."

Honor sighed. "Draco Malfoy. As for why, Lucius. I know Lucius is a follower of Voldemort, he was at the graveyard at the end of the tournament with him."

Andy was silent for a moment and smiled weakly. "Draco is my nephew. As for what you can do, there's not much. Legally, you must inform the father and give him the right to claim or disown the child. Illegally, you could try and get someone else to claim it, but I don't advise it as it can come back to bite you and your child in the rears if it's ever discovered. If your only concern is Lucius, and his connection to Voldemort, let me sound my sister, Draco's mother, out. We're not as close as we once were, but we do talk on occasion."

Honor stood up and crossed her hands protectively over her chest. She paced for a few moments before speaking. "I'm fourteen Andy, I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is that I want what's best for my kid." She turned to look at Andy. "What would you do in my place?"

"I can't answer that Honor," Andy said. "I'm not you. What I can say is that I think Draco deserves to know that he's going to be a father, and that you shouldn't let Lucius stop you."

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Narcissa walked into the small cafe and saw her sister sitting in a back corner. She made her way there and sat down across from her. "Andy," she greeted her sister.

"Cissy," Andy greeted back. "I'm glad you were willing to meet me."

"You said it was a family problem."

"I'd like to pose a hypothetical problem to you," Andy said, with stress on the word hypothetical.

Cissy raised an eyebrow. "Purely hypothetical?"

Andy smiled. "Of course."

Cissy chuckled. "So what's this hypothetical situation of yours?"

"Let's say that you're a solicitor. You acquire a client that's a teenage girl, whose pregnant and doesn't want to inform the father. Following me so far?"

Cissy nodded.

"Say you find out that the reason she doesn't want to inform the father is because of who his father his."

"Did she at least tell you who the father is?" Cissy asked.

"Strictly hypothetically, let's say you found out the father was your own nephew."

Cissy's eye's widened as she turned and she looked into the unflinching gaze of her sister. She took a breath. "Hypothetically speaking, of course, who is the girl?"

"Hypothetically, it's Honor Potter."

Cissy covered her mouth. "Oh god." She sat in silence for several moments as her sister's words sank in.

"This is all hypothetical of course," Andy clarified.

"Of course. Hypothetically," Cissy looked at her sister, "I can get Draco away from his father long enough for Draco and Honor to talk."

"Where do you propose they hypothetically meet?"

"Your house, hypothetically. Dinner tonight."

Andy smiled. "Hypothetically agreed to."

Cissy stood up and smiled down at her sister. "This is all hypothetical of course."

"Of course."

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Honor sat nervously on Andromeda's couch in front of the fireplace, waiting for Draco and his mother to arrive. Andromeda had sent her husband away for the night, knowing that it would be tense enough as it was.

"Are you sure about this Andy?" Honor asked.

Andy smiled down at the young girl, no woman, sitting on her couch. "I may not always get along with Cissy, Honor. But I know that my sister, above everything else, values family. Trust me when I say that she's on our side."

The fire flared green and Draco Malfoy walked out of the fireplace. His eyes widened when he saw Honor. He barely stepped aside in time to avoid being stepped into by his mother.

Honor's first thought of Narcissa Malfoy was that she was a queen surveying her realm, or that she was a model fresh off of the runway. She made Honor feel plain in comparison.

It appeared that Draco was waiting for his mother's cue, as he remained silent and refused to look at Honor.

Andromeda apparently noticed the tension and suggested to her sister, "Why don't we go and catch up? I'm sure Honor and Draco can find a way to entertain themselves."

Narcissa smiled. "Agreed. But first I need to have quick word with Draco."

She turned the two of them around and whispered to Draco before handing him something Honor couldn't see. She then turned back to her sister and said, "Lead the way Andy."

And just like that, the Honor and Draco were alone.

"I..."

"Honor I..."

They both smiled sheepishly as they began to talk at the same time.

Draco smiled. "Ladies first Honor."

Honor smiled at the blond boy before looking down. "Did your mother tell you why you're here?"

Draco shook his head. "No, she just said that we were going out. I didn't even know you'd be here."

"There's something I have to tell you Draco. And I don't know how you'll react." Honor sat down on the couch as she began to feel tears roll down her face. She was so scared. What if he didn't want anything to do with, with their child?

Draco, for his part, realized that something was bothering Honor. He sat down and took her into his arms and began to stroke her hair. "I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong Honor."

"You remember when you met me at that room we found after the tournament?"

Draco did indeed remember and his thoughts drifted to that night. He smiled. "I could never forget."

"Neither could I, but now we have to face the consequences of that night Draco. I'm pregnant, with your child."

Honor felt Draco's hand stop moving, for several moments they sat in stillness and silence. And she almost began to cry harder as she felt him pull away. But she didn't expect him to reappear on the floor in front of her. He reached up and wiped her tears away with his thumb as he smiled at her. "I don't know that I'm ready to be a father Honor. But I will do my best." His gray eyes gazed at her intently. "I won't abandon our child, and I won't abandon you." He smiled sheepishly. "At least now I understand what my mother said a few minutes ago."

"What do you mean?"

"She said I might need this." Draco pulled out a diamond ring, framed by red rubies, and Honor gasped. "Honor Rose Potter, will you do me the honor," they both smiled at the unintended pun, "of becoming my wife?"

Honor felt tears rolling down her cheek again, only this time they were tears of happiness. "Of course I will Draco."

Draco smiled as he slipped the ring on her finger.

"That was our mother's ring," Andy's voice drifted to them from the doorway.

The two teens turned to see Narcissa and Andromeda smiling at them from the doorway. Narcissa walked over and gave Honor a hug. "Welcome to the family Honor."

"Thank you Mrs. Malfoy."

Narcissa smiled down at her. "We're going to be family Honor. And soon you'll be Mrs. Malfoy as well. How about Mother, and if you can't manage that, at least call me Cissy."

"Congratulations you two," Andromeda said as she came over. Then her face turned serious. "Now we just have to figure out how to get around Lucius." She looked over at her sister. "How big a problem do you think he'll be?"

Narcissa shook her head. "He's not the problem, the Dark Lord is. Lucius joined him when he was young and before Draco was born. And in the Dark Lord's absence, he flourished. Now that he's come back, Lucius doesn't dare leave him." She looked at Draco. "And he's terrified that our son will follow in his footsteps. I believe that a private ceremony would be best, and that the two of you keep your marriage secret as long as possible." She smiled at the two teens. "Hopefully, you can have a proper ceremony when this is all over."

"The teachers will all know," Andy pointed out. "Their attendance lists automatically update. Honor would be listed as Honor Malfoy"

"The only ones I'm truly concerned about are Snape and whoever they manage to get to teach Defense. I'm afraid we won't know where they stand until one is actually appointed," Narcissa pointed out.

Andy sighed. "Come on, we can discuss this over dinner."

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