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Professor Jessica Bradford and Charlotte Fitzhugh.
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First day of the term and Draco was already striking fear into the hearts of first years. He smiled smugly as he walked to his last class. Muggle Studies. Dumbledore had hired a new professor owing to the fact that the last one was killed in the war. He walked into the classroom and the smell of cinnamon and pumpkins filled his senses. It was like being home for the holidays, except with a warmer sort of greeting.
As he went to sit in his normal seat at the back, a young female voice reached his ears, "Now, students, if you would please take note of the seating chart on the blackboard." With a delicate smile she turned and began to take roll. She looked very young with her curly auburn hair and brown eyes. Her perfect white teeth shone in sunlight filtering through a high window on the south wall as she smiled.
Draco took a quick glance to find that he was still in the back but he was sitting next to some girl he had never heard of before. He headed to his seat and sat down. The girl was not in her seat yet.
With a sharp flick of her wand, the new professor shot green sparks into the air to get the students attention. All the chattering stopped as the stray boys and girls scuttled to their seat. That's when he saw her. She was short, around 5'5", and not too skinny. He wrinkled his nose as she plopped down on the chair beside him. He studied her profile as she pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.
His thoughts were yanked back to the current time as he heard the new professor speak up, "Good afternoon class and welcome to Muggle studies. I'm Professor Jessica Bradford. Professor Bradford to all of you." She smiled and continued, "This year you will be learning the basics of Parenting and marital cooperation. A sort of hands on lesson." With a mischievous smirk she turned to the board and tapped it with her wand. In place of the seating chart there appeared a complex potion. "Take a good look at the person sitting next to you. They will be your spouses for the next 10 months. Each couple will have to draw out of this hat," she held up a black top hat, "the number of children you will have. In this hat," She lifted a green bowler, "you will draw the gender of your child. The formula on the board is a special potion that will simulate a pregnancy. In the course of one month, every girl in this classroom will progress through the nine months of pregnancy." When Prof. Bradford received a look of horror from all of her female students she rushed on, "At the end of the month you will brew another potion that will produce a lifelike baby that will record everything you feed it, everywhere you take it, and how often it eats. It will also record the length of time it cries before you pick it up. Yes it will cry. No you will not have to give actual birth." A collective sigh of relief was heard from all the girls in the classroom.
At this point Draco's face was paler than a ghost. He looked over at the girl sitting next to him. He didn't even know her name.
"I suggest you get started on---" a hand shot up in the air, it was Granger's. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"What will our parents say when they see us with a child at Christmas?" Hermione sounded genuinely worried.
"Have no fear Miss Granger. I have owled all of your parents so that they will know what's going on." With a bright smile she continued, "So I suggest you introduce yourselves to one another and start on the potion."
The girl turned to Draco with a soft smile, "Hello, I'm Charlotte Fitzhugh, seventh year, obviously."
"What house are you in?" Draco barked out the question.
Charlotte frowned, "Slytherin."
"Why haven't I ever seen you?"
Charlotte shrugged innocently.
"The name is Draco Malfoy, and I'm a seventh year.obviously." He said the last word with a sneer. Charlotte looked a bit upset but Draco was more than upset so he didn't care. "Let's get this potion over with." He studied the board and started working on the potion. Every once and a while he would glance up to see Charlotte biting her lower lip in concentration. Her long dark brown hair nearly fell into the potion twice. Once, Draco barely caught himself from tucking a loose strand behind her ear. He scolded himself. What was wrong with him? She was a short chubby girl with blue eyes. Or were they green?
The potion was finished at the end of the hour and a half. Charlotte looked up at the board and read the last line. "All we have to do now is draw how many kids we'll have and the gender of the kid(s)" Draco started towards the front when Charlotte hurried up behind him and grabbed his arm. "Erm.Draco.it says in parentheses at the bottom of the board that if the parents do not wish to.er.know the sex of their child they.erm.could just put a blank piece of paper in to the potion."
He looked down at her soft features. She looked so tiny compared to his 6'2" frame. "Are you saying you don't want to know what it is?"
She looked down at her feet innocently, "If you don't mind that is."
What could he say to that? Yes he did mind? "Of course not. Why would I care?"
Charlotte looked at him with a hurt expression. "Well I just thought you might. I'm so sorry." The last comment had a bit of sarcasm to it. She turned on her heel and stomped off to the desk.
Draco sighed heavily, drew the number of kids and grabbed a blank piece of paper off the desk next to the bowler.
After the papers were added and the potion was stirred vigorously for a minute or so, Draco transfigured his quill into a drinking glass and poured the purplish potion in. "Cheers." He smiled slightly as he handed Charlotte the glass.
She drank the whole thing on two or three drinks and then licked her lips. "Tastes kind of like."
"Don't say it let me guess.Chicken.?" Draco smirked.
Charlotte just looked at him with one eyebrow arched. "Actually it tastes more like grapes." Her laughter was short lived as she doubled over in pain. It was like having really really bad cramps.
Draco watched as she held her abdomen and gasped in pain. "Are.you ok?"
Suddenly she straightened up and coughed slightly. "Yeah," her voice was harsh and she tried to cough it out, "Yeah I'm fine." She put her hand to her stomach and her face paled. She felt like she was going to hurl. She rushed out of the classroom and found the nearest bathroom where she promptly regurgitated her breakfast.
Draco just stared as most of the girls in the class rushed out of the room. What was going on?
Professor Bradford caught the boys' confused looks. "Nothing to worry about, just a little morning sickness. As you have noticed I have each of you paired with a young lady from your own house. This morning sickness will last for about 24 hours. You WILL be there for her when she is sick. She probably won't be feeling up to class in the morning. It is your job to gather her homework.
Charlotte rinsed out her mouth, smoothed her hair and headed back to class. The bell rang as soon as she reached the door. She headed back to her desk muttered an apology and was going to begin to clean up but Draco had already done it. "Thanks."
He just shrugged, walked into the hallway and made his way to the Head commons. Draco didn't slow his pace until he got to his room. Being head boy had its perks. One, he got to have his own room and common room. Two, all the privacy he could hope for. There was only one drawback.he had to share with the head girl. Sure she got her own room but the common room was definitely shared. Hermione Granger was the head girl. Surprise, surprise. He lay on his bed thinking. Muggle Studies was the last class of the day, yet it had left him reeling.
After two days worth of sickness Charlotte began to perk up.
"Well I'm glad that's over with," Draco mumbled one day as he was leaving Muggle Studies.
"You and me both." Charlotte was still a little pale but she wasn't on the strict diet of saltines and water anymore.
Draco looked at his watch and then out across the horizon. "Well I better get going I have quidditch practice."
Charlotte smiled. She and Draco were definitely becoming closer. She touched her index finger to her cheek. "What no kiss goodbye?"
Draco arched an eyebrow at her. Was she insane? Right here in front of everyone? They had barely known each other for two days and she wanted a kiss?
Charlotte saw his hesitation and tears began to form in her eyes. "I'm supposed to be your wife."
To prevent an outburst of changing emotions Draco gave her a quick peck on the cheek. For heavens sake, what was she turning him into?
Draco got in late from quidditch practice. It was after ten o'clock when he started on his homework in the common room. It was around midnight, just as he was finishing up his herbology paper, when he heard the knock on the common room door. He got up sluggishly, wearing only his green pajama bottoms, and opened the door. There stood a sobbing 5 foot 5 brunette.
"I don't want to be fat."
Draco didn't know what to say. "Umm.you aren't fat Charlie." It was true she wasn't fat. Her robes just looked big on her and he found, while watching her play quidditch on her own, she was mostly muscle. She was now wearing black shorts, a pink tee shirt and a short, silky, green robe, tied loosely around the middle. Draco led her into the common room where he got a good look at her.
The robe belt untied on its own to reveal a small hard mound forming at her abdomen. The pregnancy potion was taking its toll. She promptly began crying loudly again. "I am fat!!"
Draco quickly pulled her into his arms and shushed her. "You aren't fat Charlie." he then ran his hand across the growing mound and his voice caught in his throat.it felt so real. He led her to the couch and sat down. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck and her tears were saturating his bare chest. Draco's hand rubbed lazy circles across her back until her sobbing had decreased. He started to pull away when he noticed she was asleep. He slipped one hand under her knees and scooped her up in his arms where he then proceeded to his bedroom.
In his bedroom he laid her down on his black linen sheets. And covered her with a black, green and silver quilt. Charlotte snuggled under the blanket as if she were in her own bed. Draco watched her silently. He was both amused and irritated by the confusion of emotions she unwillingly showed him. As he looked at her sleeping form a sudden thought popped into his head. Lord, she is beautiful. There was a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose that Draco found most appealing. Her mouth was appealing too. Her rosy lips puckered in her sleep and her gentle brow furrowed. He wondered how she would taste to him and decided to find out as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned like a weak kitten in her sleep and responded gently to the kiss. Draco decided to turn away while he could still control it.
Draco took a blanket and pillow downstairs and slept on the fold out couch in the common room.
The next morning Charlotte awoke in a strange but warm bed. She sat up and looked around the room for some sign of recognition. The last thing she remembered about the night before was a warm feeling passing over her body.
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Charlotte sang a soft lullaby in the shower as the hot jets saturated her body with a feeling of bliss. She hadn't been feeling too well and she knew it was the potion. Professor Bradford had told them about the effects the potion would have on their bodies. It was like twenty-four hour flu. After washing her hair, charlotte turned off the jets and grabbed the fluffy green towel off the rack. She pulled it around her and while it usually wrapped around her body perfectly she couldn't seem to get the middle area together to tuck it in. She frowned a bit, thinking the house elves had shrunk her favorite towel, and stepped out of the bathroom. She walked over to her chest of drawers and pulled out some underwear and a bra to wear. Charlotte still hummed to herself as she passed the full-length mirror heading back to the bathroom. She paused, backed up and dropped her towel. Her stomach had grown. Not much but just enough to notice. She hurried back to the bathroom and got dressed.
She began to think of what to do. She didn't want to be fat. She didn't want to have everyone look at her like she was crazy. Her thoughts became scattered and irrational as she grabbed her green robe and jumped down the stairs and out of the common room. It was chilly in the hallway so she pulled her robe closed and tied it loosely.
Charlotte wasn't sure where she was going, only that she wanted to cry and cry and cry. She ended up in the west tower. She found herself knocking on the portrait of a Mermaid. The portrait burst open and there stood her 'husband'. "I don't want to be fat..." She was sobbing now and she could hardly see. All she remembered from that point on was the feeling of warmth that passed over her body when Draco took her into his arms.
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So.what had happened to her? The corner of the bed sheet, she noticed, was monogrammed with the letters DLM. She gasped as she realized whose bed she was in. She found her robe discarded on the floor as she got out of the bed. She slipped the robe on over she pajamas and left the room. From the top of the stairs Charlotte could see Draco asleep on the couch.
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First day of the term and Draco was already striking fear into the hearts of first years. He smiled smugly as he walked to his last class. Muggle Studies. Dumbledore had hired a new professor owing to the fact that the last one was killed in the war. He walked into the classroom and the smell of cinnamon and pumpkins filled his senses. It was like being home for the holidays, except with a warmer sort of greeting.
As he went to sit in his normal seat at the back, a young female voice reached his ears, "Now, students, if you would please take note of the seating chart on the blackboard." With a delicate smile she turned and began to take roll. She looked very young with her curly auburn hair and brown eyes. Her perfect white teeth shone in sunlight filtering through a high window on the south wall as she smiled.
Draco took a quick glance to find that he was still in the back but he was sitting next to some girl he had never heard of before. He headed to his seat and sat down. The girl was not in her seat yet.
With a sharp flick of her wand, the new professor shot green sparks into the air to get the students attention. All the chattering stopped as the stray boys and girls scuttled to their seat. That's when he saw her. She was short, around 5'5", and not too skinny. He wrinkled his nose as she plopped down on the chair beside him. He studied her profile as she pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.
His thoughts were yanked back to the current time as he heard the new professor speak up, "Good afternoon class and welcome to Muggle studies. I'm Professor Jessica Bradford. Professor Bradford to all of you." She smiled and continued, "This year you will be learning the basics of Parenting and marital cooperation. A sort of hands on lesson." With a mischievous smirk she turned to the board and tapped it with her wand. In place of the seating chart there appeared a complex potion. "Take a good look at the person sitting next to you. They will be your spouses for the next 10 months. Each couple will have to draw out of this hat," she held up a black top hat, "the number of children you will have. In this hat," She lifted a green bowler, "you will draw the gender of your child. The formula on the board is a special potion that will simulate a pregnancy. In the course of one month, every girl in this classroom will progress through the nine months of pregnancy." When Prof. Bradford received a look of horror from all of her female students she rushed on, "At the end of the month you will brew another potion that will produce a lifelike baby that will record everything you feed it, everywhere you take it, and how often it eats. It will also record the length of time it cries before you pick it up. Yes it will cry. No you will not have to give actual birth." A collective sigh of relief was heard from all the girls in the classroom.
At this point Draco's face was paler than a ghost. He looked over at the girl sitting next to him. He didn't even know her name.
"I suggest you get started on---" a hand shot up in the air, it was Granger's. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"What will our parents say when they see us with a child at Christmas?" Hermione sounded genuinely worried.
"Have no fear Miss Granger. I have owled all of your parents so that they will know what's going on." With a bright smile she continued, "So I suggest you introduce yourselves to one another and start on the potion."
The girl turned to Draco with a soft smile, "Hello, I'm Charlotte Fitzhugh, seventh year, obviously."
"What house are you in?" Draco barked out the question.
Charlotte frowned, "Slytherin."
"Why haven't I ever seen you?"
Charlotte shrugged innocently.
"The name is Draco Malfoy, and I'm a seventh year.obviously." He said the last word with a sneer. Charlotte looked a bit upset but Draco was more than upset so he didn't care. "Let's get this potion over with." He studied the board and started working on the potion. Every once and a while he would glance up to see Charlotte biting her lower lip in concentration. Her long dark brown hair nearly fell into the potion twice. Once, Draco barely caught himself from tucking a loose strand behind her ear. He scolded himself. What was wrong with him? She was a short chubby girl with blue eyes. Or were they green?
The potion was finished at the end of the hour and a half. Charlotte looked up at the board and read the last line. "All we have to do now is draw how many kids we'll have and the gender of the kid(s)" Draco started towards the front when Charlotte hurried up behind him and grabbed his arm. "Erm.Draco.it says in parentheses at the bottom of the board that if the parents do not wish to.er.know the sex of their child they.erm.could just put a blank piece of paper in to the potion."
He looked down at her soft features. She looked so tiny compared to his 6'2" frame. "Are you saying you don't want to know what it is?"
She looked down at her feet innocently, "If you don't mind that is."
What could he say to that? Yes he did mind? "Of course not. Why would I care?"
Charlotte looked at him with a hurt expression. "Well I just thought you might. I'm so sorry." The last comment had a bit of sarcasm to it. She turned on her heel and stomped off to the desk.
Draco sighed heavily, drew the number of kids and grabbed a blank piece of paper off the desk next to the bowler.
After the papers were added and the potion was stirred vigorously for a minute or so, Draco transfigured his quill into a drinking glass and poured the purplish potion in. "Cheers." He smiled slightly as he handed Charlotte the glass.
She drank the whole thing on two or three drinks and then licked her lips. "Tastes kind of like."
"Don't say it let me guess.Chicken.?" Draco smirked.
Charlotte just looked at him with one eyebrow arched. "Actually it tastes more like grapes." Her laughter was short lived as she doubled over in pain. It was like having really really bad cramps.
Draco watched as she held her abdomen and gasped in pain. "Are.you ok?"
Suddenly she straightened up and coughed slightly. "Yeah," her voice was harsh and she tried to cough it out, "Yeah I'm fine." She put her hand to her stomach and her face paled. She felt like she was going to hurl. She rushed out of the classroom and found the nearest bathroom where she promptly regurgitated her breakfast.
Draco just stared as most of the girls in the class rushed out of the room. What was going on?
Professor Bradford caught the boys' confused looks. "Nothing to worry about, just a little morning sickness. As you have noticed I have each of you paired with a young lady from your own house. This morning sickness will last for about 24 hours. You WILL be there for her when she is sick. She probably won't be feeling up to class in the morning. It is your job to gather her homework.
Charlotte rinsed out her mouth, smoothed her hair and headed back to class. The bell rang as soon as she reached the door. She headed back to her desk muttered an apology and was going to begin to clean up but Draco had already done it. "Thanks."
He just shrugged, walked into the hallway and made his way to the Head commons. Draco didn't slow his pace until he got to his room. Being head boy had its perks. One, he got to have his own room and common room. Two, all the privacy he could hope for. There was only one drawback.he had to share with the head girl. Sure she got her own room but the common room was definitely shared. Hermione Granger was the head girl. Surprise, surprise. He lay on his bed thinking. Muggle Studies was the last class of the day, yet it had left him reeling.
After two days worth of sickness Charlotte began to perk up.
"Well I'm glad that's over with," Draco mumbled one day as he was leaving Muggle Studies.
"You and me both." Charlotte was still a little pale but she wasn't on the strict diet of saltines and water anymore.
Draco looked at his watch and then out across the horizon. "Well I better get going I have quidditch practice."
Charlotte smiled. She and Draco were definitely becoming closer. She touched her index finger to her cheek. "What no kiss goodbye?"
Draco arched an eyebrow at her. Was she insane? Right here in front of everyone? They had barely known each other for two days and she wanted a kiss?
Charlotte saw his hesitation and tears began to form in her eyes. "I'm supposed to be your wife."
To prevent an outburst of changing emotions Draco gave her a quick peck on the cheek. For heavens sake, what was she turning him into?
Draco got in late from quidditch practice. It was after ten o'clock when he started on his homework in the common room. It was around midnight, just as he was finishing up his herbology paper, when he heard the knock on the common room door. He got up sluggishly, wearing only his green pajama bottoms, and opened the door. There stood a sobbing 5 foot 5 brunette.
"I don't want to be fat."
Draco didn't know what to say. "Umm.you aren't fat Charlie." It was true she wasn't fat. Her robes just looked big on her and he found, while watching her play quidditch on her own, she was mostly muscle. She was now wearing black shorts, a pink tee shirt and a short, silky, green robe, tied loosely around the middle. Draco led her into the common room where he got a good look at her.
The robe belt untied on its own to reveal a small hard mound forming at her abdomen. The pregnancy potion was taking its toll. She promptly began crying loudly again. "I am fat!!"
Draco quickly pulled her into his arms and shushed her. "You aren't fat Charlie." he then ran his hand across the growing mound and his voice caught in his throat.it felt so real. He led her to the couch and sat down. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck and her tears were saturating his bare chest. Draco's hand rubbed lazy circles across her back until her sobbing had decreased. He started to pull away when he noticed she was asleep. He slipped one hand under her knees and scooped her up in his arms where he then proceeded to his bedroom.
In his bedroom he laid her down on his black linen sheets. And covered her with a black, green and silver quilt. Charlotte snuggled under the blanket as if she were in her own bed. Draco watched her silently. He was both amused and irritated by the confusion of emotions she unwillingly showed him. As he looked at her sleeping form a sudden thought popped into his head. Lord, she is beautiful. There was a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose that Draco found most appealing. Her mouth was appealing too. Her rosy lips puckered in her sleep and her gentle brow furrowed. He wondered how she would taste to him and decided to find out as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned like a weak kitten in her sleep and responded gently to the kiss. Draco decided to turn away while he could still control it.
Draco took a blanket and pillow downstairs and slept on the fold out couch in the common room.
The next morning Charlotte awoke in a strange but warm bed. She sat up and looked around the room for some sign of recognition. The last thing she remembered about the night before was a warm feeling passing over her body.
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Charlotte sang a soft lullaby in the shower as the hot jets saturated her body with a feeling of bliss. She hadn't been feeling too well and she knew it was the potion. Professor Bradford had told them about the effects the potion would have on their bodies. It was like twenty-four hour flu. After washing her hair, charlotte turned off the jets and grabbed the fluffy green towel off the rack. She pulled it around her and while it usually wrapped around her body perfectly she couldn't seem to get the middle area together to tuck it in. She frowned a bit, thinking the house elves had shrunk her favorite towel, and stepped out of the bathroom. She walked over to her chest of drawers and pulled out some underwear and a bra to wear. Charlotte still hummed to herself as she passed the full-length mirror heading back to the bathroom. She paused, backed up and dropped her towel. Her stomach had grown. Not much but just enough to notice. She hurried back to the bathroom and got dressed.
She began to think of what to do. She didn't want to be fat. She didn't want to have everyone look at her like she was crazy. Her thoughts became scattered and irrational as she grabbed her green robe and jumped down the stairs and out of the common room. It was chilly in the hallway so she pulled her robe closed and tied it loosely.
Charlotte wasn't sure where she was going, only that she wanted to cry and cry and cry. She ended up in the west tower. She found herself knocking on the portrait of a Mermaid. The portrait burst open and there stood her 'husband'. "I don't want to be fat..." She was sobbing now and she could hardly see. All she remembered from that point on was the feeling of warmth that passed over her body when Draco took her into his arms.
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So.what had happened to her? The corner of the bed sheet, she noticed, was monogrammed with the letters DLM. She gasped as she realized whose bed she was in. She found her robe discarded on the floor as she got out of the bed. She slipped the robe on over she pajamas and left the room. From the top of the stairs Charlotte could see Draco asleep on the couch.
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So.? Any good? I hope it was.I hardly ever write fanfics. But this one tormented me. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! PLEASE!!
More to come soon!!