CHAPTER TWO: Sinking In
Hermione woke up with a moan, as she looked around the infirmary. 'The Hospital? Why am I? NO!' She thought as the memories shoved their way into her brain. She felt like she was going to break down and cry at any minute. 'I'm Pregnant. I'm going to have a baby, and I'm only fifteen. Oh my God.' She slowly sat up in bed and looked around. Harry was still asleep in the bed next to her, Ron in the bed after that, and Draco was just waking up next to Ron. She watched as he slowly sat up and looked around, a look of pure terror crossed his face.
"Madam Pomfrey?" Draco called out quietly. At the sound of his voice Harry and Ron woke up. Harry put on his glasses; both looked like they were hoping it was just a nightmare, that they were going to wake up from; but upon further Inspection, they found it was not. Madam Pomfrey walked up to Draco.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Is...is there any way I can get rid of this?" He asked at almost a whisper.
"You will NOT!" Hermione yelled, at hearing this.
"Why not?" Ron asked, genuinely interested in what Madam Pomfrey's answer would be.
"Because, we have willingly or not created a life and you will not be killing it Malfoy. If you do, I won't hesitate to tell the school, and send a letter to your family telling them that you got pregnant in the first place! If you leave it alone, then I won't tell anyone and maybe we can conceal it. I will be happy to take your baby once it's born, and if we do this right your family never has to know!" Hermione looked like she was ready to explode. Ron laid back and gulped, there went his plans. Malfoy looked outraged.
"How exactly do we conceal our stomachs increasing ten fold, not to mention that we aren't due to have these...things, until what? Next August! That's right in the middle of summer vacation, we'll all be at home. I think my family will notice this, not to mention a baby popping out!" Malfoy yelled back. Madam Pomfrey looked like she was going to have a fit.
"If you are to keep the child, I am sure we can keep it from your families, if it is absolutely necessary; and you will not be going home for summer vacation because you are all high risk pregnancies, and will need to stay here. Now you can abort at this time, but at this time only. I will not abort after next week. I am in the medical field to save lives not take them away. So think this over, we can create an explanation to keep you here over the holidays, but this is your life." Madam Pomfrey crossed her arms and sat down in the chair next to McGonagall, who was silently watching the proceedings.
"You say, you would take the baby if I went through with this, Mudblood?" Malfoy asked, looking like he was truly considering this.
"My name is Hermione, not Mudblood and yes I would take the baby, if you don't want him or her at the end of this."
"What if I don't want a Mudblood taking care of a Malfoy?" Draco sneered
nastily.
"Then I can take him, come on Malfoy, you have plenty of options here. Just keep the baby, we are." Harry cajoled, surprising the others.
"What about concealing my stomach. No one is going to believe I am just getting fat. It will look too weird." Malfoy addressed this question to Madam Pomfrey.
"Well, there are certain types of potions that can make it appear to everyone else that you still have a flat stomach even when you don't, but you would have to take that potion after every meal, and if I do say so myself, having taken that rout before, it is a very nasty tasting potion which can effect some people with serious side effects. Now there are other way's to go instead. I have a potion that tastes much better, that will keep your stomach from sticking out too far. With your school robes on no one will be able to notice. When not in your robes, wear slightly baggy clothing and no one will know the difference. Or you can go with out any potions at all, and have to get much larger clothes as the months go on, and bigger robes, to try and hide it. But it will show on all of you. If you don't want the school to know you're pregnant, I suggest the second option." She looked at the students expectantly.
"I'll go with the second option, then." Hermione stated matter of fatly.
"Me too." Harry said and Ron nodded. Draco looked to be deep in thought.
"Okay, if I do this, then Potter gets the baby, and I'll go with the first and second options. I don't want to take any chances. Also, you had better come up with a really good excuse to keep me over the holidays for my parent's sake, because they're expecting me home." Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat there with there mouths hanging open, blinking stupidly, they were expecting a much bigger fight. McGonagall sat there in thought for a moment before standing up.
"I will go to Dumbledore then and tell him that you all are indeed pregnant, and that we need to take precautions to keep others from finding out about your current situation." With that she walked out of the room, the group sighed in relief.
"Very well, now while you were all asleep, I looked up other male pregnancies to find out how they went. Oh yes, there are others." Harry had given her a
startled look at finding he wasn't the first male to get in this mess. "That
spell has been used and misused on several occasions, which is why this school, and all other schools have the spell in the restricted section, hidden in random books. It's just amazing to me that you found it, and I am grateful it was this one and not a dark arts spell. You could all be dead right now. Now, as I was saying, I looked up other male pregnancies and found out that you will not be able to give birth the normal way, your bodies aren't built to do that."
"Your not going to have to cut us open are you?" Harry asked a little nervously, as he held his stomach.
"No, that's how Muggles would do it, we have spells, that can get the baby out."
"But what about the umbilical cord?" Hermione asked.
"We'll have to cut it seconds before we operate. That'll be a bit uncomfortable, but it'll be a lot better then what Hermione will be doing. Of course, she's very young; we may be operating on her too. Like I said, you're all high-risk pregnancies, so will need to watch you all carefully. Now in other male births, certain things had to be done, for instance you need a protective layer inside for the baby, which only women have. There have been potions made for these purposes, believe it or not, male conception happens quite often in the wizarding world. I'll give you three boys the potion just as soon as it's ready."
"What are you going to tell the teachers?" Draco asked. "I mean, if we are high risk, then they would need to know to watch us."
"What dear boy, would you like us to tell them?" Dumbledore asked walking into the room, with McGonagall slightly behind him.
"Well I don't want them to know anything; but they need to know something, in case something happens. Maybe you can tell them that we've been sick, it can come back very easily, and that we should be sent to the Hospital Ward if we feel at all bad."
"Alright, we can manage that." Dumbledore nodded. "Madam Pomfrey, tell me; would it be alright if they could go home during the Christmas and Easter Holidays, if all is well with them? We wouldn't want to cause any suspicion."
"If, and only if, they are in perfect health come the holidays. In that case
yes, but I have to admit, their chances of having the baby greatly diminish the further they are away from me. If something were to happen while their away, then they would need to get to the nearest magical hospital, and the doctors would have to know what's going on if there is to be any hope for the baby and the carrier." She told him very seriously. Dumbledore nodded, stroking his long white beard.
"Very well, I will make plans accordingly. You four behave yourselves." The
sparkle was back in his eye, as he winked and left the hospital again.
"What's going to happen once we have the baby? I mean, small children are kind of hard to hide." Ron announced.
"You have nine months to figure that one out, let's just take this one step at a time. I say if you're really worried about it now, then you could always claim it as a class project, or something." Madam Pomfrey smiled at the looks that crossed the groups faces. She had a sick sense of humor. Do you think the others heard anything about us being pregnant?" Hermione asked, looking at the sleeping group in the beds across from them.
"If they did it's nothing that a simple memory spell can't fix." Madam Pomfrey smiled as she passed out sleeping potions to the group. "Now off to sleep you go." With that, they all fell in to a dreamless, peaceful sleep.
The next day the group woke at around noon. By then Madam Pomfrey had the boy's potions ready, and holding their noses, they quickly drank it down. The fact that they were pregnant was finally starting to click in, and they were all on edge. Dumbledore walked in about an hour later.
"Now, I have told all of your teachers that the accident in the library
has left you all ill, and you will be feeling the side effects for some time to come. When they asked what type of curse you had received; I told them that, that information was between, you, Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, and me. I also told them that if you all feel even slightly off, that you are to be sent here right away. I want you all to be as well as possible. I have sent away for some parenting books, and they should arrive by next week. This way you will know what is supposed to happen and what's not. I feel you should all be prepared for the way life has turned for you. Now Draco, I know you plan on giving the baby away, but I feel you should read the after birth books as well, just in case; you never know what might happen. Madam Pomfrey, will these fine students be able to attend classes tomorrow?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes of course, they'll need to come here for daily check ups, but really they shouldn't feel anything for about five months.
"What about Quidditch?" Harry asked, just now remembering it.
"Well, you can play it for now, but you better start to find a replacement for the rest of the year. You can't play after you reach two months." Harry looked like he was about to cry.
"What?!?" Malfoy yelled at hearing this. "I just got a new firebolt!"
"Sorry, you'll have to find a replacement." Both Draco and Harry sat back to
wallow in their own misery. "Okay I want you to rest up for another hour or so, and then I'll let you go. Tell who you want to tell, but be careful. Make sure there not going to tell anyone you don't want to know." With that she walked off to attend to her other patients, leaving them to mull things over.
* * * *
Harry walked out onto the Quidditch pitch, in his Gryffindor uniform,
firebolt in hand. It had been four weeks since he found out that he was pregnant and could only play Quidditch for a short while longer. He hadn't been able to bring himself to tell his Quidditch Captain that this would be his last game. He'd decided he would make the announcement after this game. He got in line with his other teammates, the familiar nerves floating around like they always do before a game coming forth. Taking a deep breath, he watched as the large wooden door opened in front of them, sunlight streaming in causing the team to squint, and soon they were off. For Harry's last game he was playing Slytherin, he knew since it would be Malfoy's last game to, it would be extra hard to beat them, but he was bound and determined. Before he knew it the game was off, Harry floated around the field looking for the Snitch; Draco, as usual following him. He stopped paying attention to the game, and started to fully concentrate on finding the small golden ball with wings, and not getting hit by the occasional bludgers. The game had been going for over three hours, when out of the corner of Harry's eye, he saw Draco start to dive. Without thinking, he also dropped into a dive, searching for the Snitch, finally after several seconds he saw it,
and soon was giving Draco a run for his money. They were side by side going
straight down, head to head. The snitch zoomed up, and Harry was just a little quicker at changing directions. He looked at the scoreboard to see Slytherin winning by twenty points. He needed this snitch in order for Gryffindor to win. Draco came up beside him, neither player saying a word. The snitch curved to the right, Harry flung out his hand and caught the snitch; his broom suddenly doing a flip, and Harry found himself grasping on with one hand, legs dangling, his other hand hanging on to the Snitch. Madam Hooch blew the whistle ending the game. Angelina quickly placed her broom under Harry's feet, giving him somewhere to stand, then carefully lifted Harry so that he could get back on his own broom, much to his relief. Draco pulled his broom up so that it sat uncomfortably beside Harry's, the two Seekers put their wands up to their throats and spoke the word.
"Sonorous."
"Lady's and gentlemen, Malfoy and I have an announcement to make." Harry
started. They had practiced this earlier.
"As you know at the beginning of this term a stup- OUCH!" Harry hit Draco with his elbow. "Okay, Potter and I were hit by a spell and with the spell we have become unfortunately ill, and we're not going to get better until this middle of next summer." There were a couple of gasps from the crowd. The two teams all floated slightly under the Seekers looking up at them, wondering where they were going with this.
"With this...illness, we will no longer be able to play Quidditch, for the rest of this school year." Harry finished. Loud gasps and screams could be heard from the crowed, but nothing compared to the noises their team mates were giving out. Harry put his hand out making everyone go silent. "So with that in mind, I hereby give my resignation on the Quidditch team, though I really do want to stay apart of it in anyway I can." Harry spoke softly.
"I also hereby give my resignation to my Quidditch team, and would in turn like to remain apart of the endeavor if in anyway possible." Draco added.
"Quietus" Draco and Harry announced together. They were suddenly rushed off the field by their team mates. McGonagall looking like she was going to cry, up in the stands, Hermione and Ron quickly got up and ran down to the Gryffindor locker room. They found Harry sitting in a corner talking to their new captain, Angelina. Angelina looked shocked and Harry miserable. Oliver Wood, who had come to watch the first game, ran in behind Hermione and Ron. He dropped down beside Harry and Angelina. Hermione and Ron both stood against the wall behind them, in case Harry needed them. After some nods, Harry shook hands with Angelina and, Wood. He smiled and walked over to his two best friends.
"What did they say?" Ron asked.
"Angelina told me that I could participate with the team as much as I wanted.
She also said if I wanted the job, I could Co-Captain the team, get a feel of
what Captain is like, then next year if I wanted the job, I would go up for
Captain since she's graduating this year." Harry told them as they walked out of the locker room. Without thinking they stopped in front of the Slytherin locker room. Draco stepped out and looked at them. "So how did it go?" Harry asked him.
"Well, better then I expected actually, they want me to stay involved as much as possible, I was expecting to be kicked off the team completely." Draco smiled, then noticed who he was smiling at. "Don't expect me to ever sit beside you again, got it Potter? We are still enemies, I need you around to take this thing away when it's all over with." Draco gestured at his stomach before storming off. The trio began to laugh as soon as he was out of sight, and as they all walked up to the Gryffindor tower; they were sure there would be a party awaiting them.
The rest of the week was an awkward adjustment. Harry and Draco helped there own team at try-outs for new Seekers. It had already been declared that Harry and Draco were going to get their spots back next year, which worked out well, considering Harry and Draco's replacements were seventh years and would be graduating this year anyway. At first the teachers acted like they were walking on eggshells around them, but that all changed within the next few days. Soon Snape was just as unpleasant as normal and was taking record amounts of points off from Gryffindor for any small to non-existent reason. When Ron and Harry walked into Divination they were a little apprehensive, Professor Trelawney was known to make false predictions on a regular basis, she had been predicting Harry's death every week since they had began the class two years before, but every once in awhile, she would make a prediction that was so dead on: they were just a little worried. But they soon found they had nothing to fear. Trelawney was quick to tell them that the Grim Reaper was coming closer and they would be dead by the end of the week. Ron and Harry rolled their eyes, and grinned. Yep, they had nothing to worry about from her.
Hermione woke up with a moan, as she looked around the infirmary. 'The Hospital? Why am I? NO!' She thought as the memories shoved their way into her brain. She felt like she was going to break down and cry at any minute. 'I'm Pregnant. I'm going to have a baby, and I'm only fifteen. Oh my God.' She slowly sat up in bed and looked around. Harry was still asleep in the bed next to her, Ron in the bed after that, and Draco was just waking up next to Ron. She watched as he slowly sat up and looked around, a look of pure terror crossed his face.
"Madam Pomfrey?" Draco called out quietly. At the sound of his voice Harry and Ron woke up. Harry put on his glasses; both looked like they were hoping it was just a nightmare, that they were going to wake up from; but upon further Inspection, they found it was not. Madam Pomfrey walked up to Draco.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Is...is there any way I can get rid of this?" He asked at almost a whisper.
"You will NOT!" Hermione yelled, at hearing this.
"Why not?" Ron asked, genuinely interested in what Madam Pomfrey's answer would be.
"Because, we have willingly or not created a life and you will not be killing it Malfoy. If you do, I won't hesitate to tell the school, and send a letter to your family telling them that you got pregnant in the first place! If you leave it alone, then I won't tell anyone and maybe we can conceal it. I will be happy to take your baby once it's born, and if we do this right your family never has to know!" Hermione looked like she was ready to explode. Ron laid back and gulped, there went his plans. Malfoy looked outraged.
"How exactly do we conceal our stomachs increasing ten fold, not to mention that we aren't due to have these...things, until what? Next August! That's right in the middle of summer vacation, we'll all be at home. I think my family will notice this, not to mention a baby popping out!" Malfoy yelled back. Madam Pomfrey looked like she was going to have a fit.
"If you are to keep the child, I am sure we can keep it from your families, if it is absolutely necessary; and you will not be going home for summer vacation because you are all high risk pregnancies, and will need to stay here. Now you can abort at this time, but at this time only. I will not abort after next week. I am in the medical field to save lives not take them away. So think this over, we can create an explanation to keep you here over the holidays, but this is your life." Madam Pomfrey crossed her arms and sat down in the chair next to McGonagall, who was silently watching the proceedings.
"You say, you would take the baby if I went through with this, Mudblood?" Malfoy asked, looking like he was truly considering this.
"My name is Hermione, not Mudblood and yes I would take the baby, if you don't want him or her at the end of this."
"What if I don't want a Mudblood taking care of a Malfoy?" Draco sneered
nastily.
"Then I can take him, come on Malfoy, you have plenty of options here. Just keep the baby, we are." Harry cajoled, surprising the others.
"What about concealing my stomach. No one is going to believe I am just getting fat. It will look too weird." Malfoy addressed this question to Madam Pomfrey.
"Well, there are certain types of potions that can make it appear to everyone else that you still have a flat stomach even when you don't, but you would have to take that potion after every meal, and if I do say so myself, having taken that rout before, it is a very nasty tasting potion which can effect some people with serious side effects. Now there are other way's to go instead. I have a potion that tastes much better, that will keep your stomach from sticking out too far. With your school robes on no one will be able to notice. When not in your robes, wear slightly baggy clothing and no one will know the difference. Or you can go with out any potions at all, and have to get much larger clothes as the months go on, and bigger robes, to try and hide it. But it will show on all of you. If you don't want the school to know you're pregnant, I suggest the second option." She looked at the students expectantly.
"I'll go with the second option, then." Hermione stated matter of fatly.
"Me too." Harry said and Ron nodded. Draco looked to be deep in thought.
"Okay, if I do this, then Potter gets the baby, and I'll go with the first and second options. I don't want to take any chances. Also, you had better come up with a really good excuse to keep me over the holidays for my parent's sake, because they're expecting me home." Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat there with there mouths hanging open, blinking stupidly, they were expecting a much bigger fight. McGonagall sat there in thought for a moment before standing up.
"I will go to Dumbledore then and tell him that you all are indeed pregnant, and that we need to take precautions to keep others from finding out about your current situation." With that she walked out of the room, the group sighed in relief.
"Very well, now while you were all asleep, I looked up other male pregnancies to find out how they went. Oh yes, there are others." Harry had given her a
startled look at finding he wasn't the first male to get in this mess. "That
spell has been used and misused on several occasions, which is why this school, and all other schools have the spell in the restricted section, hidden in random books. It's just amazing to me that you found it, and I am grateful it was this one and not a dark arts spell. You could all be dead right now. Now, as I was saying, I looked up other male pregnancies and found out that you will not be able to give birth the normal way, your bodies aren't built to do that."
"Your not going to have to cut us open are you?" Harry asked a little nervously, as he held his stomach.
"No, that's how Muggles would do it, we have spells, that can get the baby out."
"But what about the umbilical cord?" Hermione asked.
"We'll have to cut it seconds before we operate. That'll be a bit uncomfortable, but it'll be a lot better then what Hermione will be doing. Of course, she's very young; we may be operating on her too. Like I said, you're all high-risk pregnancies, so will need to watch you all carefully. Now in other male births, certain things had to be done, for instance you need a protective layer inside for the baby, which only women have. There have been potions made for these purposes, believe it or not, male conception happens quite often in the wizarding world. I'll give you three boys the potion just as soon as it's ready."
"What are you going to tell the teachers?" Draco asked. "I mean, if we are high risk, then they would need to know to watch us."
"What dear boy, would you like us to tell them?" Dumbledore asked walking into the room, with McGonagall slightly behind him.
"Well I don't want them to know anything; but they need to know something, in case something happens. Maybe you can tell them that we've been sick, it can come back very easily, and that we should be sent to the Hospital Ward if we feel at all bad."
"Alright, we can manage that." Dumbledore nodded. "Madam Pomfrey, tell me; would it be alright if they could go home during the Christmas and Easter Holidays, if all is well with them? We wouldn't want to cause any suspicion."
"If, and only if, they are in perfect health come the holidays. In that case
yes, but I have to admit, their chances of having the baby greatly diminish the further they are away from me. If something were to happen while their away, then they would need to get to the nearest magical hospital, and the doctors would have to know what's going on if there is to be any hope for the baby and the carrier." She told him very seriously. Dumbledore nodded, stroking his long white beard.
"Very well, I will make plans accordingly. You four behave yourselves." The
sparkle was back in his eye, as he winked and left the hospital again.
"What's going to happen once we have the baby? I mean, small children are kind of hard to hide." Ron announced.
"You have nine months to figure that one out, let's just take this one step at a time. I say if you're really worried about it now, then you could always claim it as a class project, or something." Madam Pomfrey smiled at the looks that crossed the groups faces. She had a sick sense of humor. Do you think the others heard anything about us being pregnant?" Hermione asked, looking at the sleeping group in the beds across from them.
"If they did it's nothing that a simple memory spell can't fix." Madam Pomfrey smiled as she passed out sleeping potions to the group. "Now off to sleep you go." With that, they all fell in to a dreamless, peaceful sleep.
The next day the group woke at around noon. By then Madam Pomfrey had the boy's potions ready, and holding their noses, they quickly drank it down. The fact that they were pregnant was finally starting to click in, and they were all on edge. Dumbledore walked in about an hour later.
"Now, I have told all of your teachers that the accident in the library
has left you all ill, and you will be feeling the side effects for some time to come. When they asked what type of curse you had received; I told them that, that information was between, you, Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, and me. I also told them that if you all feel even slightly off, that you are to be sent here right away. I want you all to be as well as possible. I have sent away for some parenting books, and they should arrive by next week. This way you will know what is supposed to happen and what's not. I feel you should all be prepared for the way life has turned for you. Now Draco, I know you plan on giving the baby away, but I feel you should read the after birth books as well, just in case; you never know what might happen. Madam Pomfrey, will these fine students be able to attend classes tomorrow?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes of course, they'll need to come here for daily check ups, but really they shouldn't feel anything for about five months.
"What about Quidditch?" Harry asked, just now remembering it.
"Well, you can play it for now, but you better start to find a replacement for the rest of the year. You can't play after you reach two months." Harry looked like he was about to cry.
"What?!?" Malfoy yelled at hearing this. "I just got a new firebolt!"
"Sorry, you'll have to find a replacement." Both Draco and Harry sat back to
wallow in their own misery. "Okay I want you to rest up for another hour or so, and then I'll let you go. Tell who you want to tell, but be careful. Make sure there not going to tell anyone you don't want to know." With that she walked off to attend to her other patients, leaving them to mull things over.
* * * *
Harry walked out onto the Quidditch pitch, in his Gryffindor uniform,
firebolt in hand. It had been four weeks since he found out that he was pregnant and could only play Quidditch for a short while longer. He hadn't been able to bring himself to tell his Quidditch Captain that this would be his last game. He'd decided he would make the announcement after this game. He got in line with his other teammates, the familiar nerves floating around like they always do before a game coming forth. Taking a deep breath, he watched as the large wooden door opened in front of them, sunlight streaming in causing the team to squint, and soon they were off. For Harry's last game he was playing Slytherin, he knew since it would be Malfoy's last game to, it would be extra hard to beat them, but he was bound and determined. Before he knew it the game was off, Harry floated around the field looking for the Snitch; Draco, as usual following him. He stopped paying attention to the game, and started to fully concentrate on finding the small golden ball with wings, and not getting hit by the occasional bludgers. The game had been going for over three hours, when out of the corner of Harry's eye, he saw Draco start to dive. Without thinking, he also dropped into a dive, searching for the Snitch, finally after several seconds he saw it,
and soon was giving Draco a run for his money. They were side by side going
straight down, head to head. The snitch zoomed up, and Harry was just a little quicker at changing directions. He looked at the scoreboard to see Slytherin winning by twenty points. He needed this snitch in order for Gryffindor to win. Draco came up beside him, neither player saying a word. The snitch curved to the right, Harry flung out his hand and caught the snitch; his broom suddenly doing a flip, and Harry found himself grasping on with one hand, legs dangling, his other hand hanging on to the Snitch. Madam Hooch blew the whistle ending the game. Angelina quickly placed her broom under Harry's feet, giving him somewhere to stand, then carefully lifted Harry so that he could get back on his own broom, much to his relief. Draco pulled his broom up so that it sat uncomfortably beside Harry's, the two Seekers put their wands up to their throats and spoke the word.
"Sonorous."
"Lady's and gentlemen, Malfoy and I have an announcement to make." Harry
started. They had practiced this earlier.
"As you know at the beginning of this term a stup- OUCH!" Harry hit Draco with his elbow. "Okay, Potter and I were hit by a spell and with the spell we have become unfortunately ill, and we're not going to get better until this middle of next summer." There were a couple of gasps from the crowd. The two teams all floated slightly under the Seekers looking up at them, wondering where they were going with this.
"With this...illness, we will no longer be able to play Quidditch, for the rest of this school year." Harry finished. Loud gasps and screams could be heard from the crowed, but nothing compared to the noises their team mates were giving out. Harry put his hand out making everyone go silent. "So with that in mind, I hereby give my resignation on the Quidditch team, though I really do want to stay apart of it in anyway I can." Harry spoke softly.
"I also hereby give my resignation to my Quidditch team, and would in turn like to remain apart of the endeavor if in anyway possible." Draco added.
"Quietus" Draco and Harry announced together. They were suddenly rushed off the field by their team mates. McGonagall looking like she was going to cry, up in the stands, Hermione and Ron quickly got up and ran down to the Gryffindor locker room. They found Harry sitting in a corner talking to their new captain, Angelina. Angelina looked shocked and Harry miserable. Oliver Wood, who had come to watch the first game, ran in behind Hermione and Ron. He dropped down beside Harry and Angelina. Hermione and Ron both stood against the wall behind them, in case Harry needed them. After some nods, Harry shook hands with Angelina and, Wood. He smiled and walked over to his two best friends.
"What did they say?" Ron asked.
"Angelina told me that I could participate with the team as much as I wanted.
She also said if I wanted the job, I could Co-Captain the team, get a feel of
what Captain is like, then next year if I wanted the job, I would go up for
Captain since she's graduating this year." Harry told them as they walked out of the locker room. Without thinking they stopped in front of the Slytherin locker room. Draco stepped out and looked at them. "So how did it go?" Harry asked him.
"Well, better then I expected actually, they want me to stay involved as much as possible, I was expecting to be kicked off the team completely." Draco smiled, then noticed who he was smiling at. "Don't expect me to ever sit beside you again, got it Potter? We are still enemies, I need you around to take this thing away when it's all over with." Draco gestured at his stomach before storming off. The trio began to laugh as soon as he was out of sight, and as they all walked up to the Gryffindor tower; they were sure there would be a party awaiting them.
The rest of the week was an awkward adjustment. Harry and Draco helped there own team at try-outs for new Seekers. It had already been declared that Harry and Draco were going to get their spots back next year, which worked out well, considering Harry and Draco's replacements were seventh years and would be graduating this year anyway. At first the teachers acted like they were walking on eggshells around them, but that all changed within the next few days. Soon Snape was just as unpleasant as normal and was taking record amounts of points off from Gryffindor for any small to non-existent reason. When Ron and Harry walked into Divination they were a little apprehensive, Professor Trelawney was known to make false predictions on a regular basis, she had been predicting Harry's death every week since they had began the class two years before, but every once in awhile, she would make a prediction that was so dead on: they were just a little worried. But they soon found they had nothing to fear. Trelawney was quick to tell them that the Grim Reaper was coming closer and they would be dead by the end of the week. Ron and Harry rolled their eyes, and grinned. Yep, they had nothing to worry about from her.