Dearest Dear
"No Tiffany, your legs are too smaller then Hermione's now take this before we are late for the sorting." Ron passed Tiffany a bag of hers before he sat down on her bed.
"Ok fine." Tiffany took the room: she quickly took Ron's arm, and ran out of the room. As she ran down the stairs laughing with Ron she accidentally bumped into a boy heading upstairs.
"Watch where you are going you fucking slut!" The boy kept walking in his natural direction till he felt a book hit his neck.
"You want to fucking say that again fuckface!" Tiffany was quickly pulled along by Ron before she started anything.
"Tiffany, how about we keep you out of trouble for now?" Ron looked into her glimmering green eyes, a color Hermione had never had. She was walking a bit fast for the pace they need to be going.
"I could have taken him; why on earth did you just pull me off; I could have killed him..."
"That's the point; you could have killed him."
"Ok...yeah I guess that it was right of you to pull me back, but I just wanted to prove myself to him."
"You don't have to. You are better then him any way."
"You really think so?"
"Well of course I do, ah look why don't we sit at the end of the table?"
"I thought you were going to say that. I had no intention to sit next to the famous fucking Harry Potter."
"Ah; I see."
Tiffany walked into the Great Hall casually; she had actually looked suitable at the point. Her hair was nicely washed and was blow dried to lie back on her shoulders, under her robes Ron and her had picked out a black mini skit along with a white blouse, and 3 inch black heels. She was a true sight; and that pleased her quiet well.
Ron took her hand and pulled her along till they were at their table. He noticed her eyes had begun to droop; he quickly motioned to her that she could rest her head on his shoulder, and she kindly took to the invitation.
"Well it looks like Tiffany may have found a friend instead of a fuckbuddy." Hermione mumbled into Harry's unwilling ear, he was all ready in a bad mood from Ron's storming out and the fact Ron wouldn't speak with him.
"Oh that id just great, does it look like I give a fuck?"
"Sorry Harry, just saying. I mean I am proud of Tiffany."
"Well I am sorry too; I didn't mean to snap at you."
By the end of the whole ceremony; the ceremony Tiffany had slept through, Ron helped Tiffany back to the room she shared with Hermione.
"Night Ron." Drowsily she kissed him on the cheek before she quietly slipped into her bed and dosed off.
"G' night Tiffany." Ron stood over her for a second before he traveled off, nearly banging into a dresser when he tripped over something on the ground. Curious about what is was he picked it up, iit was a small CD player, he turned it on to see what exactly was in it. The voice was too familiar; it was Tiffany singing a song he had once heard, if he could recall correctly it was 'Every time' by Britney Spears. But Tiffany's voice sounded much more elegant then Britney's; she sounded over a million times better. Ron quickly scurried off before he woke Tiffany.
"Ron?" Hermione looked at Ron with an unbelieving eye, for he had just left her room.
"Oh yes?"
"Why were you in my room?"
"Oh I helped Tiffany up, she had fallen asleep during the dinner so I just brought her up a bit earlier, and that's all."
"Right."
"Tiffany woke up early in the morning. The sun was shining down on her soft skin, giving it a small perk, making it feel alive again. As she stirred from her bed she heard Hermione speaking, her voice was a bit muffled so Tiffany imagined it was just Hermione sleep talking or something. Ignoring the noise Tiffany walked to the window, sitting herself down she began to sing.
Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?
Everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby
I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy
And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby
I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song is my sorry
Ohhhh
At night I pray
That soon your face
Will fade away
And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby
Tiffany glanced outside, it was still as sunny as it was once she awoke, but she now felt a presence coming from the out in, something was wrong but she couldn't grasp what it was that was wrong. Quickly she thought of Ron; was he just a pity friend? Did he even care for her? She had only known him for a day; was he going to fuck her then just be on with his life? As a single tear rolled down her cheek, Tiffany pulled out a box from under her bed. She opened up the little wooden box, pulled out a small cloth, and unraveled the cloth revealing a blade.
Harry shook Ron with all his might, "Get up of your lazy ass, it is time for us to get to breakfast."
Ron remained silent the whole time he took to get ready. He could see Harry's normally green eyes turn into small green fires.
"RON! Come on and stop being a bloody bastard and start talking to me!"
Ron glared at Harry with a smirk of satisfaction before he left the room.
"I have been waiting in here for at least 10 minute Ron, I was ready to go eat by myself. Sorry about last night, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you, I wanted to stay up but Hermione woke me up so early yesterday morning it was all I could do." Tiffany smiled at Ron. Today was another day that she looked glamorous; nice pink heels, with a white mini skirt, a light pink top with the name Tiffany across it, with her cloaks open over her outfit. Her hair was back in a pony tail, a few strands fell onto her soft complexion. Her gold earrings shown brightly as a ray from the sun went across them.
"It is ok. Why don't we get to breakfast, I am starved."
"Ok." Tiffany got up and fixed her cloak and skirt before taking Ron's hand. Her soft hands gave off the scent of Sweet Pea hand lotion. The scent wafted into Ron's nose as they traveled towards the Great Hall.
Hermione sat in the Great hall alone; Ron hadn't spoken to her since the few words on the train the day earlier. It was bad enough that her and Harry weren't exactly seeing eye to eye, but now this, where was Tiffany when she needed her. Wait she needed Tiffany? No that wasn't really true; or was it?
As if Hermione's so-called prayers were answered, Tiffany entered the Great Hall, arm in arm with Ron. Everyone looked at the two. As Hermione tilted herself a bit better she saw a jealous expression on Draco's face. Draco jealous of Ron? That has to be impossible, unless Draco had some thing for Tiffany. But along with herself Tiffany was muggleborn. But Tiffany was a far different girl; a person who rebelled, never followed rules. She was a girl who hated you and everything about you; she was person who had the heart, but never used it from all her anger that was built u p inside. Then again maybe Draco's expression wasn't a jealous one, it was possible he was extremely disgusted so his face came out so awkward looking; for Tiffany was as Draco and his father called them a 'Disgrace to witch and wizards everywhere.'
Harry had followed after Ron and Tiffany so he was the next to enter the hall, all faces turned on him. With not a clue why, he continued over to Hermione. He saw the weak smile cross her lips, but he chose to ignore it for now. No need to make a scene on an empty stomach.
"How is everything going with you and Ron?" Hermione had to get involved before Harry was able to stuff his face.
"Well is he sitting next to us now?" Harry looked over at Hermione whose face showed a look of concern for Harry and Ron's friendship.
"Maybe he just needs to blow off steam. I think maybe spending time with Tiffany will help him."
Now Harry was not one to disgrace upon those he didn't know but, he was hungry and Hermione's constant chatter was getting to him, "That's a laugh!"
"What was that about?"
"Maybe he needs Tiffany right now? Yeah right; no one needs that bitch in their life. Look at her own; do you see her living out an even ok one herself? She is one hello of screwed up child." Harry knew he was now growing some attention to himself by his tone.
"I know she may not be the best person but Harry she is blood."
"Yes, she is a bloody bitch."
"I hope you are happy eating alone. No one and I repeat no one says anything that horrid about my own family, especially my twin." Hermione stood from her seat, leaving Harry behind with no care she went in Tiffany's direction. She sat next to her sister, who at that point was tilting her head in confusion.
"Um Hermione dear? I know this maybe be a little rude, but why are you over here? How come you're not sitting with Potter?"
"Oh, he said something."
"Like?"
"Well he called you a bitch, said you were one screwed up child and no one needed you in their life."
Tiffany quickly popped out of her seat. No one ever fucked around with her. Well maybe not literally. But well. She had to kick Harry's ass. It is the only way to get this all right.
"He said what? That bloody bastard!" Ron got up with Tiffany; the two had turned a number of heads in their direction. Everyone looked at them.
Tiffany's eyes went from glimmering green to fiery red. She was ready to get that fucker.
"You two be seated. No need for Tiffany to give him an all out beating before classes start."
"Fine; well Hermione what class do you have first today?"
'I am have to same as you dimwit. Same with Ron."
"I all ready knew Ron and I had to same classes. So we have fucking Snape first. I hate that fucker. I hate this whole fucking school...well I don't hate you two that is."
"Flattered Tiffany, I truly am. Now why don't you two join me in eating some breakfast? Ron lets wipe the smug little look off your face and sit in your seat?"
After an undyingly boring breakfast Tiffany was on her way to Potions alone for Hermione and Ron were going to speak with Harry. She took the wrong way purposely to be late, she always like to fuck around with Snape's mind. The corridor was freezing cold, dustier then an abounded home and smellier then a fat man who hadn't taken a bath in over a month. Gasping for her breathe from the stench and dust Tiffany passed out to never be found.
Snape stormed into the room with his normal tone; Hermione had wondered where Tiffany was but she couldn't leave now. Talking with Harry got the three to a better place, they had all talked about when he said Ron was ready to pounce but Hermione kept him calm. Harry apologized and said he would say his sorrys to Tiffany when he saw her, but she wasn't there.
"Ms. Granger do you know where Ms. Parcalen might be right now?" Snape eyed Hermione; he knew she had just been informed about Tiffany being her own blood. Leave it to muggles to never tell their children their own sisters.
"No professor, I haven't seen her since breakfast."
"Did she say she was going to be late?"
"No; she left for class before I did."
"I find that a little hard to believe."
"It is true Professor."
"Then how is she not here all ready? She is a seventh year like the rest of the students here, so she knows her way to class by now."
"I don't have a clue where she could be Professor."
"Right then. We shall start with out her."
Draco laughed to himself, knowing the Gryffindors were to lose points for Tiffany's sake. He then remembered their sixth year; that night towards the end of the year. She was the bloody best girl he had ever had sex with. But she was the biggest slut he had ever met. But still, he felt better with her. It must have been because she was a nasty bitch towards everyone. But this year she was different; she was hanging out with the mud blood, the Weasel, and that fucking sod Potter. Maybe he would go look for her. No, what was he thinking; was he in his right state of mind?
He was quickly torn from his train of thought by the feel of the feel of Pansy's Parkinson's hand on his own, she was trying to get his attention. She must have sat down next to him with out him noticing.
"Draco, did you see that Tiffany girl from the Daily Prophet today?" Pansy's voice began to carry, drawing the attention of others.
"Yes, who cares, she is a little friend of Weasley and the mud blood." Draco hissed. This caused Pansy to shut her mouth.
Tiffany regained her conscience later on in the day, the corridor still remained as foul smelling as earlier. As she ran down the corridor to get to the next she heard footsteps, of course she topped, holding her breathe till the person passed. It was Malfoy, of all the people to be wandering at the time, it was him. She quickly moved out into the same hall as him, she ran past him towards the nearest bathroom to throw up any food that had not yet been digested. A minute or so later, after washing her face off, she sprayed her as she popped in as many tic- tacs as possible before heading back into the hall only to meet eye-t0-eye with Draco.
"Oh Draco." Her voice muffled because of the tic-tacs over taking her mouth.
"Loved the article in the paper Tiffany; genius. Never would have thought you were going to be the first to be arrested for our year." His sarcasm drew weary as he noticed her eyes drift off.
"Thanks...."
"So Tiffany, where were you this morning?"
"Well as much I can remember I was taking a longer way to potions to piss off Snape and the others..."
"Oh aren't we just a troublemaker?"
"Well yes, any way the last thing I remember was being in the most foul smelling, dusty corridor before, as I am assuming passed out."
"Oh how terrible."
"Draco aren't you just sweetheart...come now you don't hate me. We both now that."
"Well of course I don't hate you. So are you ok?"
"I will be fine. I think I just have a slight bump on my head, can you see it?"
"No."
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"I have to tell you something."
"All right fine." He searched her eyes to see if maybe they would explain the true story to him.
"Ok, well we both happen to know we had sex a few times last year. We also happen to know I had sex with a few other guys, but all those times, I wasn't high or drunk so, they all wore condoms. But that one night, when my muggle born friend Jenna gave me some Special-K, so I shared it with you, and you didn't wear a condom when we fucked that night."
"This is getting to what now?"
"Listen Draco, I haven't slept with any one since you, because I decided I didn't want to be a little slut, and the fact I found out. I am pregnant."
"What the fuck?"
"I know. Listen Draco, that's why I was in the paper, I was trying to rob them for some money for me in the baby; I knew you wouldn't be of much help so I had to do something."
"Well if you had told me then I would have."
"Right, by telling you that I would have to tell you the truth; Draco the reason I am hanging out with Hermione is because I am her sister. Twin sister."
"So you are muggle born?"
"Yes."
"Whoa."
"Listen, Draco. I think we both should get back to classes...or what ever we have next. If you need to talk any more with me about this, then meet me by the lake outside tonight."
"I guess I should. I wouldn't be man if I didn't live up to a father's duties."
Tiffany quickly kissed his cheek and ran off, as she waved good-bye.
Tiffany traced circles in the water with her finger, she began to think of how much her life had changed since she found out she was pregnant. Of course she had been hiding, with none other then a spell; that was an up side for being a witch, there is a spell for everything. Draco still hadn't shown up, but she didn't mind. She liked the scenery so she wasn't planning on leaving for a while. The moon light hit the water softly, giving it a soft alluring glow. To her surprise it smelt wonderful out, like fresh flowers that were no where in sight.
"Where is Tiffany?" Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common working on a paper when Harry interpreted the silence. Ron looked up at him, still slightly upset about his earlier comment.
"I don't know. I have a feeling my sister is still sleeping. One night when I was talking with her she said she loved the outside, it was a place for her to just sit around in its glorious beauty."
"Well I haven't seen here all day. I have a feeling she skipped. But earlier this morning she promised me she wouldn't skip." Ron seated him self next to Harry to look at what Harry had been starring at for a while now.
"I was talking with Pansy earlier today, who spoke with Draco and he told her that he saw her today, and that she was sick. She had thrown up in the girls' lavatory after having passed out in small hallway." Lavender looked up from the note she was writing to some Huffle Puff.
Hermione's eyebrows rose, "Oh."
"So she would probably be in the hospital wing?" Ron moved again, this time he was walking towards Lavender.
"Maybe; that was all pansy told me." Lavender quickly hid the note in her pocket.
Draco quickly walked outside, unseen by others he walked over to where he noticed Tiffany was sitting. He sat himself down on the moist green grass located next to the lake. "Hey."
"Hey Draco. Ok let's get to this. I am not going to lie to you; I don't have feelings for you and I would be hurting you and myself if I said I did, so obviously I am keeping my baby so..."
"Well I have no feelings for you either, but I promise you I will not leave you and my child on your asses."
"No Tiffany, your legs are too smaller then Hermione's now take this before we are late for the sorting." Ron passed Tiffany a bag of hers before he sat down on her bed.
"Ok fine." Tiffany took the room: she quickly took Ron's arm, and ran out of the room. As she ran down the stairs laughing with Ron she accidentally bumped into a boy heading upstairs.
"Watch where you are going you fucking slut!" The boy kept walking in his natural direction till he felt a book hit his neck.
"You want to fucking say that again fuckface!" Tiffany was quickly pulled along by Ron before she started anything.
"Tiffany, how about we keep you out of trouble for now?" Ron looked into her glimmering green eyes, a color Hermione had never had. She was walking a bit fast for the pace they need to be going.
"I could have taken him; why on earth did you just pull me off; I could have killed him..."
"That's the point; you could have killed him."
"Ok...yeah I guess that it was right of you to pull me back, but I just wanted to prove myself to him."
"You don't have to. You are better then him any way."
"You really think so?"
"Well of course I do, ah look why don't we sit at the end of the table?"
"I thought you were going to say that. I had no intention to sit next to the famous fucking Harry Potter."
"Ah; I see."
Tiffany walked into the Great Hall casually; she had actually looked suitable at the point. Her hair was nicely washed and was blow dried to lie back on her shoulders, under her robes Ron and her had picked out a black mini skit along with a white blouse, and 3 inch black heels. She was a true sight; and that pleased her quiet well.
Ron took her hand and pulled her along till they were at their table. He noticed her eyes had begun to droop; he quickly motioned to her that she could rest her head on his shoulder, and she kindly took to the invitation.
"Well it looks like Tiffany may have found a friend instead of a fuckbuddy." Hermione mumbled into Harry's unwilling ear, he was all ready in a bad mood from Ron's storming out and the fact Ron wouldn't speak with him.
"Oh that id just great, does it look like I give a fuck?"
"Sorry Harry, just saying. I mean I am proud of Tiffany."
"Well I am sorry too; I didn't mean to snap at you."
By the end of the whole ceremony; the ceremony Tiffany had slept through, Ron helped Tiffany back to the room she shared with Hermione.
"Night Ron." Drowsily she kissed him on the cheek before she quietly slipped into her bed and dosed off.
"G' night Tiffany." Ron stood over her for a second before he traveled off, nearly banging into a dresser when he tripped over something on the ground. Curious about what is was he picked it up, iit was a small CD player, he turned it on to see what exactly was in it. The voice was too familiar; it was Tiffany singing a song he had once heard, if he could recall correctly it was 'Every time' by Britney Spears. But Tiffany's voice sounded much more elegant then Britney's; she sounded over a million times better. Ron quickly scurried off before he woke Tiffany.
"Ron?" Hermione looked at Ron with an unbelieving eye, for he had just left her room.
"Oh yes?"
"Why were you in my room?"
"Oh I helped Tiffany up, she had fallen asleep during the dinner so I just brought her up a bit earlier, and that's all."
"Right."
"Tiffany woke up early in the morning. The sun was shining down on her soft skin, giving it a small perk, making it feel alive again. As she stirred from her bed she heard Hermione speaking, her voice was a bit muffled so Tiffany imagined it was just Hermione sleep talking or something. Ignoring the noise Tiffany walked to the window, sitting herself down she began to sing.
Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?
Everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby
I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy
And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby
I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song is my sorry
Ohhhh
At night I pray
That soon your face
Will fade away
And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby
Tiffany glanced outside, it was still as sunny as it was once she awoke, but she now felt a presence coming from the out in, something was wrong but she couldn't grasp what it was that was wrong. Quickly she thought of Ron; was he just a pity friend? Did he even care for her? She had only known him for a day; was he going to fuck her then just be on with his life? As a single tear rolled down her cheek, Tiffany pulled out a box from under her bed. She opened up the little wooden box, pulled out a small cloth, and unraveled the cloth revealing a blade.
Harry shook Ron with all his might, "Get up of your lazy ass, it is time for us to get to breakfast."
Ron remained silent the whole time he took to get ready. He could see Harry's normally green eyes turn into small green fires.
"RON! Come on and stop being a bloody bastard and start talking to me!"
Ron glared at Harry with a smirk of satisfaction before he left the room.
"I have been waiting in here for at least 10 minute Ron, I was ready to go eat by myself. Sorry about last night, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you, I wanted to stay up but Hermione woke me up so early yesterday morning it was all I could do." Tiffany smiled at Ron. Today was another day that she looked glamorous; nice pink heels, with a white mini skirt, a light pink top with the name Tiffany across it, with her cloaks open over her outfit. Her hair was back in a pony tail, a few strands fell onto her soft complexion. Her gold earrings shown brightly as a ray from the sun went across them.
"It is ok. Why don't we get to breakfast, I am starved."
"Ok." Tiffany got up and fixed her cloak and skirt before taking Ron's hand. Her soft hands gave off the scent of Sweet Pea hand lotion. The scent wafted into Ron's nose as they traveled towards the Great Hall.
Hermione sat in the Great hall alone; Ron hadn't spoken to her since the few words on the train the day earlier. It was bad enough that her and Harry weren't exactly seeing eye to eye, but now this, where was Tiffany when she needed her. Wait she needed Tiffany? No that wasn't really true; or was it?
As if Hermione's so-called prayers were answered, Tiffany entered the Great Hall, arm in arm with Ron. Everyone looked at the two. As Hermione tilted herself a bit better she saw a jealous expression on Draco's face. Draco jealous of Ron? That has to be impossible, unless Draco had some thing for Tiffany. But along with herself Tiffany was muggleborn. But Tiffany was a far different girl; a person who rebelled, never followed rules. She was a girl who hated you and everything about you; she was person who had the heart, but never used it from all her anger that was built u p inside. Then again maybe Draco's expression wasn't a jealous one, it was possible he was extremely disgusted so his face came out so awkward looking; for Tiffany was as Draco and his father called them a 'Disgrace to witch and wizards everywhere.'
Harry had followed after Ron and Tiffany so he was the next to enter the hall, all faces turned on him. With not a clue why, he continued over to Hermione. He saw the weak smile cross her lips, but he chose to ignore it for now. No need to make a scene on an empty stomach.
"How is everything going with you and Ron?" Hermione had to get involved before Harry was able to stuff his face.
"Well is he sitting next to us now?" Harry looked over at Hermione whose face showed a look of concern for Harry and Ron's friendship.
"Maybe he just needs to blow off steam. I think maybe spending time with Tiffany will help him."
Now Harry was not one to disgrace upon those he didn't know but, he was hungry and Hermione's constant chatter was getting to him, "That's a laugh!"
"What was that about?"
"Maybe he needs Tiffany right now? Yeah right; no one needs that bitch in their life. Look at her own; do you see her living out an even ok one herself? She is one hello of screwed up child." Harry knew he was now growing some attention to himself by his tone.
"I know she may not be the best person but Harry she is blood."
"Yes, she is a bloody bitch."
"I hope you are happy eating alone. No one and I repeat no one says anything that horrid about my own family, especially my twin." Hermione stood from her seat, leaving Harry behind with no care she went in Tiffany's direction. She sat next to her sister, who at that point was tilting her head in confusion.
"Um Hermione dear? I know this maybe be a little rude, but why are you over here? How come you're not sitting with Potter?"
"Oh, he said something."
"Like?"
"Well he called you a bitch, said you were one screwed up child and no one needed you in their life."
Tiffany quickly popped out of her seat. No one ever fucked around with her. Well maybe not literally. But well. She had to kick Harry's ass. It is the only way to get this all right.
"He said what? That bloody bastard!" Ron got up with Tiffany; the two had turned a number of heads in their direction. Everyone looked at them.
Tiffany's eyes went from glimmering green to fiery red. She was ready to get that fucker.
"You two be seated. No need for Tiffany to give him an all out beating before classes start."
"Fine; well Hermione what class do you have first today?"
'I am have to same as you dimwit. Same with Ron."
"I all ready knew Ron and I had to same classes. So we have fucking Snape first. I hate that fucker. I hate this whole fucking school...well I don't hate you two that is."
"Flattered Tiffany, I truly am. Now why don't you two join me in eating some breakfast? Ron lets wipe the smug little look off your face and sit in your seat?"
After an undyingly boring breakfast Tiffany was on her way to Potions alone for Hermione and Ron were going to speak with Harry. She took the wrong way purposely to be late, she always like to fuck around with Snape's mind. The corridor was freezing cold, dustier then an abounded home and smellier then a fat man who hadn't taken a bath in over a month. Gasping for her breathe from the stench and dust Tiffany passed out to never be found.
Snape stormed into the room with his normal tone; Hermione had wondered where Tiffany was but she couldn't leave now. Talking with Harry got the three to a better place, they had all talked about when he said Ron was ready to pounce but Hermione kept him calm. Harry apologized and said he would say his sorrys to Tiffany when he saw her, but she wasn't there.
"Ms. Granger do you know where Ms. Parcalen might be right now?" Snape eyed Hermione; he knew she had just been informed about Tiffany being her own blood. Leave it to muggles to never tell their children their own sisters.
"No professor, I haven't seen her since breakfast."
"Did she say she was going to be late?"
"No; she left for class before I did."
"I find that a little hard to believe."
"It is true Professor."
"Then how is she not here all ready? She is a seventh year like the rest of the students here, so she knows her way to class by now."
"I don't have a clue where she could be Professor."
"Right then. We shall start with out her."
Draco laughed to himself, knowing the Gryffindors were to lose points for Tiffany's sake. He then remembered their sixth year; that night towards the end of the year. She was the bloody best girl he had ever had sex with. But she was the biggest slut he had ever met. But still, he felt better with her. It must have been because she was a nasty bitch towards everyone. But this year she was different; she was hanging out with the mud blood, the Weasel, and that fucking sod Potter. Maybe he would go look for her. No, what was he thinking; was he in his right state of mind?
He was quickly torn from his train of thought by the feel of the feel of Pansy's Parkinson's hand on his own, she was trying to get his attention. She must have sat down next to him with out him noticing.
"Draco, did you see that Tiffany girl from the Daily Prophet today?" Pansy's voice began to carry, drawing the attention of others.
"Yes, who cares, she is a little friend of Weasley and the mud blood." Draco hissed. This caused Pansy to shut her mouth.
Tiffany regained her conscience later on in the day, the corridor still remained as foul smelling as earlier. As she ran down the corridor to get to the next she heard footsteps, of course she topped, holding her breathe till the person passed. It was Malfoy, of all the people to be wandering at the time, it was him. She quickly moved out into the same hall as him, she ran past him towards the nearest bathroom to throw up any food that had not yet been digested. A minute or so later, after washing her face off, she sprayed her as she popped in as many tic- tacs as possible before heading back into the hall only to meet eye-t0-eye with Draco.
"Oh Draco." Her voice muffled because of the tic-tacs over taking her mouth.
"Loved the article in the paper Tiffany; genius. Never would have thought you were going to be the first to be arrested for our year." His sarcasm drew weary as he noticed her eyes drift off.
"Thanks...."
"So Tiffany, where were you this morning?"
"Well as much I can remember I was taking a longer way to potions to piss off Snape and the others..."
"Oh aren't we just a troublemaker?"
"Well yes, any way the last thing I remember was being in the most foul smelling, dusty corridor before, as I am assuming passed out."
"Oh how terrible."
"Draco aren't you just sweetheart...come now you don't hate me. We both now that."
"Well of course I don't hate you. So are you ok?"
"I will be fine. I think I just have a slight bump on my head, can you see it?"
"No."
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"I have to tell you something."
"All right fine." He searched her eyes to see if maybe they would explain the true story to him.
"Ok, well we both happen to know we had sex a few times last year. We also happen to know I had sex with a few other guys, but all those times, I wasn't high or drunk so, they all wore condoms. But that one night, when my muggle born friend Jenna gave me some Special-K, so I shared it with you, and you didn't wear a condom when we fucked that night."
"This is getting to what now?"
"Listen Draco, I haven't slept with any one since you, because I decided I didn't want to be a little slut, and the fact I found out. I am pregnant."
"What the fuck?"
"I know. Listen Draco, that's why I was in the paper, I was trying to rob them for some money for me in the baby; I knew you wouldn't be of much help so I had to do something."
"Well if you had told me then I would have."
"Right, by telling you that I would have to tell you the truth; Draco the reason I am hanging out with Hermione is because I am her sister. Twin sister."
"So you are muggle born?"
"Yes."
"Whoa."
"Listen, Draco. I think we both should get back to classes...or what ever we have next. If you need to talk any more with me about this, then meet me by the lake outside tonight."
"I guess I should. I wouldn't be man if I didn't live up to a father's duties."
Tiffany quickly kissed his cheek and ran off, as she waved good-bye.
Tiffany traced circles in the water with her finger, she began to think of how much her life had changed since she found out she was pregnant. Of course she had been hiding, with none other then a spell; that was an up side for being a witch, there is a spell for everything. Draco still hadn't shown up, but she didn't mind. She liked the scenery so she wasn't planning on leaving for a while. The moon light hit the water softly, giving it a soft alluring glow. To her surprise it smelt wonderful out, like fresh flowers that were no where in sight.
"Where is Tiffany?" Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common working on a paper when Harry interpreted the silence. Ron looked up at him, still slightly upset about his earlier comment.
"I don't know. I have a feeling my sister is still sleeping. One night when I was talking with her she said she loved the outside, it was a place for her to just sit around in its glorious beauty."
"Well I haven't seen here all day. I have a feeling she skipped. But earlier this morning she promised me she wouldn't skip." Ron seated him self next to Harry to look at what Harry had been starring at for a while now.
"I was talking with Pansy earlier today, who spoke with Draco and he told her that he saw her today, and that she was sick. She had thrown up in the girls' lavatory after having passed out in small hallway." Lavender looked up from the note she was writing to some Huffle Puff.
Hermione's eyebrows rose, "Oh."
"So she would probably be in the hospital wing?" Ron moved again, this time he was walking towards Lavender.
"Maybe; that was all pansy told me." Lavender quickly hid the note in her pocket.
Draco quickly walked outside, unseen by others he walked over to where he noticed Tiffany was sitting. He sat himself down on the moist green grass located next to the lake. "Hey."
"Hey Draco. Ok let's get to this. I am not going to lie to you; I don't have feelings for you and I would be hurting you and myself if I said I did, so obviously I am keeping my baby so..."
"Well I have no feelings for you either, but I promise you I will not leave you and my child on your asses."