Sobbing, nearing the point of hysteria, Brooke Crystalline collapsed on the floor of the Gryffindor Common Room and let her disarrayed mind rest. She could hardly believe what had just happened. Looking around, she took in the familiar sights of Gryffindor's Common Room, trying to push the thoughts out of her mind.

Brooke had been at Hogwarts for six years and she was in a very happy relationship with her best friend, Harry Potter. Their two friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were also involved romantically and life seemed perfect for Brooke. She was doing great in her schoolwork and so far (unlike the other five years) the school year had gone off without a hitch. This worried Brooke a little, but she had always managed to push the feelings of dread aside. She was beautiful, with long wavy brown hair and glistening hazel eyes. Almost every boy in the school wanted her, but they knew she was off limits for she and Harry were happily involved.

But one boy hadn't managed to get that fact through his head.

Draco Malfoy, enemy of Harry and his friends ever since their first day at Hogwarts, had strong feelings for Brooke for as long as she could remember. He made no attempt to hide them. And the fact that Harry was her boyfriend only sparked more anger and hatred in Malfoy. Finally, it had all come out, just moments ago, when she had awaken in Malfoy's dormitory in the Slytherin tower, naked, in his bed, with Malfoy sleeping beside her. Not taking long to put two and two together, Brooke fled the tower and ran to her own Common Room where she proceeded to sob and feel drowsy from the memory spell he must have placed on her afterwards.

Sitting up quickly, she decided that she needed to arrange herself in case someone walked in from dinner in the Hall. She was surprised that her friends hadn't been looking for her already. She darted up to the dormitory that she shared with Hermione and two other girls and washed her face with cold water. Changing her clothes, and burying the other ones under her mattress, she brushed her long hair and headed back downstairs.

No more than ten minutes later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom and Colin Creevey entered the room, laughing and joking. Still feeling sick to her stomach, Brooke stood up and faked a smile at the grinning group.

"Brooke! Where were you? We were worried." Harry kissed her on the cheek quickly and avoided the smirks of the other boys. Brooke just shook her head, for fear that if she spoke, she would cry uncontrollably. Hermione glanced at her friend, whom she could sense was deeply troubled. Instead of making a big fuss, she mentioned that the two girls needed to talk upstairs about an upcoming project that was due.

"We'll be back down soon," she said, grabbing Brooke's hand and running up the stairs. Once in their dorms, Hermione sat down beside Brooke on the bed and put her hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Brooke couldn't take anymore. "Oh, Hermione!" she cried. "It's awful. I did a terrible thing and the worst part is, I don't remember any of it!"

Confused, Hermione tried to coax her friend into telling her details, but Brooke had to calm down first. After a few moments and deep breaths, Brooke started her tale.

"I remember leaving the library just before dinner," she said, struggling to keep her voice steady. "I was walking along the library hall, heading here first to drop off my books, then to go to the Hall." Pausing to allow one of the uncanny thoughts enter her head, Brooke wondered where her books were exactly. Pushing the thought aside, she continued. "I saw Malfoy following me and it struck me as weird that he didn't have Crabbe and Goyle with him. I picked up my pace, as he was kind of freaking me out; you know how he's been the past few weeks. Anyway, he came up behind me and asked how I was. I told him curtly that I was fine and could he please leave me alone? He said he couldn't do that. I remember him firmly grabbing my arm and the next thing I knew." Brooke took a deep breath, her voice quavering, "I woke up in his bed!"

Hermione's face remained like stone, but her eyes flashed in anger and for a brief moment, Brooke thought that Hermione's anger would be reflected at her. She could picture her saying, "How dare you hurt Harry?" but nothing of the sorts came out of Hermione's mouth. Instead, she hugged her friend tightly as Brooke once again let loose a torrent of tears. "You poor thing," she soothed. "How dare he do that to you?" She rocked back and forth with Brooke in her arms. "Who all knows?"

Brooke sat up and wiped her tears. "You. No one else."

"Surely you're going to tell the professors," Hermione requested, her eyes persistent.

Brooke felt herself wavering. "I don't know," she said, reluctantly. "I don't think it's a good idea. You know how the Malfoy family is."

Expecting Hermione to be furious at this announcement, Brooke winced. But upon looking at Hermione's face, she found her friend to be only hurt. "I won't tell anyone, Brooke," she promised. "But you do need to tell someone. Please. It's for your own good." Wincing herself, she said, "I especially won't tell Ron. He'll tell Harry in a heartbeat. Without meaning to, of course," she added quickly.

Brooke turned away and buried her face in her pillow to smother her cries. Harry would be so upset. But as long as she didn't tell him (because it wasn't her choice anyway; it wasn't like she wanted to do it) things would be okay.

Seven weeks later, Brooke wasn't too sure. She had woken up for the fifth morning in a row, feeling as if she had a major case of the stomach flu. Crawling back into bed, she watched Hermione get ready for class, a worried look on her face. "You might want to get Madam Pomfrey to look after that," she said, while brushing her hair furiously. "It can't be too healthy." Putting down her brush, she took one last look at her friend. "I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall that you're sick again," she said. "For the past few mornings, she's been asking me why you haven't been in Transfiguration. I've lied and said you weren't feeling the greatest and that you've had a headache, but today I'm going to tell her the truth."

"No, Hermione, please," Brooke begged. "Don't tell her that. Just tell her that I'll be to class today, I'll just be a little late."

Hermione shook her head, stubbornly. Sitting on the side of Brooke's bed, she took her hand. "I know you're scared," she whispered, "but you have to know."

Brooke turned her head, tears forming in her eyes again. It had seemed like such a long time since that cold November evening when Malfoy had taken advantage of her and ever since then, she had felt and been acting strange. All it took was for Harry to tell her that she was beautiful and she would cry like a baby. If she couldn't figure out a question on her homework, she would stomp around the room, throwing objects. But worst of all, was the sickness. She had been feeling kind of slow and sluggish all the time, but often she would have to make a mad dash for the washroom, feeling as if she were going to pass out. Ron and Harry found this odd, but Hermione was downright worried. As of yet, neither of them had mentioned pregnancy, but Brooke knew it was on both of their minds.

Relenting, she agreed to go to Madam Pomfrey's, as long as Hermione told Professor McGonagall that she was in the hospital wing and she would be in class as soon as she was finished. Giving her one last hug before leaving, Hermione looked a little less worried, knowing that Brooke would be in good hands.

Still lying in bed five minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. Harry poked his head in and Brooke cried, "Harry! What are you doing here? You know you're not allowed in here."

"Has that ever stopped me before?" Harry said grinning from ear to ear. Closing the door behind him, he sat down on the side of Brooke's bed and smoothed her hair out of her face. "Are you okay?" he asked her with genuine concern. Brooke knew that he had been worried and it pained her to know that if she were pregnant, how much it would hurt him. Pulling his hand away from her face, she nodded and looked away.

"You're going to be late for class. I'm going to see Madam Pomfrey today about why I feel this way."

Harry nodded, holding her hand. He gently leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'll come see you later," he promised and left the room, leaving Brooke feeling worse than ever.

An hour later, she sat on a bed in the hospital wing, being poked and prodded by Madam Pomfrey. She hadn't said a word about her suspicions about why she felt this way, but she felt that Madam Pomfrey already knew. Sitting up seconds later, Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Get dressed and I will meet you in my office in five minutes," she said, her voice unusually strained.

When she left, Brooke knew she didn't have to listen to Madam Pomfrey's diagnosis. But she got dressed anyway, her heart fluttering around in her chest, her stomach in complete upheavals.

Five minutes later, she joined Madam Pomfrey in her office, and much to Brooke's surprise, Professor Dumbledore. Both of them wore a sour look as Brooke flopped down in the chair in front of the desk, tears streaming down her face. Without them saying a word, she confessed the whole story about Malfoy's abduction and memory charm, which left her feeling drained. Looking down at the floor, she asked, "I'm pregnant, aren't I?"

Dumbledore shared a look with the hospital matron and nodded slowly. "We've never had a situation like this occur before," he said carefully. "I'm afraid to say I'm not exactly sure how to handle it. We will, however, call in Mr. Malfoy to the office here and discuss matters with him, as it is his responsibility as well."

Brooke buried her head in her hands as both Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey assured her that it was not her fault, and that no one was angry with her. She kept her head down as Draco walked into the room ten minutes later, wearing a smirk. When Dumbledore informed him of the circumstances, his grin widened.

"Father will be pleased," he said and Dumbledore's eyes flashed with anger.

"Was this a plan you and your father hatched?" he asked Malfoy, his voice shaking in anger.

Draco shook his head. "No. That was my idea. I didn't think it was any secret that I liked Brooke very much. Father will be happy that she is bearing my child, for she is also a pure-blood and that's what Father has always wanted."

Although shocked by his forwardness to the school headmaster, Brooke snickered behind her hand. Wouldn't the Malfoys be in for a treat when she broke it to them that she wasn't a pureblood. Brooke's grandmother came from a Muggle family, which was a little known fact in the wizarding world. The Crystalline family came from an upstanding section of power and wealth. Despite the situation, Brooke found it funny that Malfoy thought she was a pureblood and she loved the idea of how upset he would be when he and his father found out.

"Mr. Malfoy, I will send an owl to your father immediately, explaining that we need to see him right away. For the time being, you are suspended and will remain under constant supervision from a teacher of the school until your father arrives. You will have no contact with Miss Crystalline until matters are arranged." Clearly shaken, Dumbledore ushered Malfoy out of the room, motioning for Brooke to leave also. Following his instructions, she left the Hogwarts matron sitting at her desk in shock and headed to the only place she knew she could find solace: Harry's arms.