Positive
"Sasha!" Demitra exclaimed when Sasha entered their Dormitory at six o'clock. Sasha sat down on Demitra bed.
"Where were you?" Demitra demanded. Sasha curled her feet underneath her and sighed.
"Draco and I had a little sleepover," she said, chewing her nail. Demitras mouth dropped open.
"What? Don't tell me -"
Cutting her off, Sasha shook her head. "We don't know how far we went. I just woke up in his bed, wearing practically nothing," she paused. "Do you remember what Draco and I did last night?"
Demitra thought for a moment. "You two sat around for a while, and you were drinking a lot, mostly Butterbeer, but Firewhisky after a while. Then Malfoy took you up to his dorm around 11:00," she said. Sasha nodded, shaking slightly. Holding her stomach, Sasha walked in the direction of the dorms bathroom.
"I think I need to throw up," Sasha muttered. Demitra winced as she heard her sister retching over the toilet. After a few minutes, Sasha returned to her bed, feeling rather feverish. The girls fell back asleep as the sun began to rise.
That morning Sasha woke as late as possible. Although she felt better, worry squirmed in her stomach as she and Draco went to breakfast. The two of them had decided not to speak about what had possibly happened the night before. Sasha acted casually, feebly trying to mask her fear and worry. Draco tried to appear relaxed but was struggling as well.
In the middle of Potions class, Professer Mcgonagol entered the classroom.
"Excuse me, Professer Snape," she said. "But could I possibly have a word with Miss Sorbelle? Oh, and Mr. Malfoy?"
Snape gave a quick nod. Nervously, Sasha rose out of her desk and followed Mcgonagol out of the classroom with Draco at her side. Mcgonagol lead them to her office a floor above. She ushered them in and closed the door behind herself.
"Miss Sorbelle, I have received word from one of your fellow Slytherins that you spent the night in Mr. Malfoys bed with him, and as my informer said, barely dressed. Explain," she said sternly, her lips pursed in a cold frown.
"Well," Sasha began awkwardly. "We finished our classes, Draco and I, and when he returned to the Slytherin common room we saw that the other Slytherins were having a party. We joined in, and I suppose we were drinking an awful lot, and we were intoxicated, I guess. This morning I woke up in Dracos bed, with no recollection of the night before."
"You mean to say taht you have no idea how far you went?" Mcgonagol inquired. Sasha shook her head.
"No idea at all, Professer," she mumbled. Mcgonagol sighed.
"How do you feel, Miss Sorbelle?"
"Sick," Sasha said quietly, looking down at her lap. Professer Mcgonagol took on a worried expression.
"Miss Sorbelle, please make your way to the hospital wing immediatly. Mr. Malfoy, you may escort her, but come right back here. Do not linger in the hospital wing," she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Sasha stood up and left the room with Draco behind her.
Without saying a word, Sasha and Draco made their way to the hospital wing. Draco slipped his arm around Sashas waist to support her shaking form.
By the time they arrived at the doors to the hospital wing, Sasha was nearly crying. Draoc pulled her into an embrace, kissing the side of her head.
"Good luck, Sash. I love you," he whispered, pulling back.
"I love you, too," Sasha said, smiling through her tears. Draco brushed them off her cheeks, and kissed her forehead before walking away. After taking a deep breath, Sasha entered the hospital wing.
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Positive.
Sasha was shocked when, after several tests, Madame Pomfrey gave her that horrible verdict. The pregnancy tests Madame Pomfrey had wanted to give her had come out postive.
Madame Pomfrey bit her lip nervously. Sasha was laying in one of the hospital wings beds, the mobile curtains around the bed. She was in a state of shock, and she suddenly felt the need to vomit. Madame Pomfrey handed her a pail.
After throwing up, Sasha couldn't seem to get it through her mind. Madame Pomfrey left the room, and Sasha had a feeling that she was writing a letter to her parents. This made Sashas stomach squirm with fear; her mother had always warned her against this exact thing, yet she had done it. She knew that she was really in for it.
Madame Pomfrey had told her that she could be taken to St. Mungos for an abortion potion. This, if possible, scared her more than her parents' wrath. And that would be around the time of the full moon, so she had no idea of how that would be managed. Her other option would be to give birth in nine mouths, and have the infant looked after for her last year of Hogwarts.
Sasha stayed in the hospital wing for a few more hours, quietly resting. After dressing back into her clothes, Sasha was permitted to go to dinner.
Sasha was late for dinner, and most of the students were already seated and eating. Draco motioned to her to sit beside him.
"Hi," he said as Sasha sat down. Sasha filled her plate with food, but found she was unable to eat.
"You okay?" Draco asked. Sasha didn't say a thing. She looked down at her lap and shivered.
"I need to tell you something," she whispered.
"What?"
Sasha shook her head. "Not here. When we go back I'll tell you," she said, shaking. Draco held her hand.
"Are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.
"I can't tell you now," Sasha said. Draco frowned.
"Alright."
Sasha was walking out of the Great Hall with Draco when Hermione Granger caught up to them.
"Sasha, why weren't you in class all day?" she asked. Draco frowned at her. Sasha turned to Hermione.
"I had to go with Mcgonagol and she told me to go to the hospital wing. I was there all day," she told Hermione, ignoring Draco, who was tugging on her hand and telling her to 'come on'. Hermione frowned. "I'll send you an owl. Draco doesn't know yet, and you must understand, he needs to know sooner than you do," she whispered to Hermione, who nodded.
"What did you tell her? Why are you even talking to her?" Draco asked furiously as they walked to the common room. Sasha didn't answer, but kept walking.
"Why aren't you talking? What's the matter?" he asked more gently. Sasha shook her head.
"I can't tell you now, not here," she said, seeing Pansy Parkinson walking closely behind them, trying to listen to them. Draco nodded, but he was clearly frustrated.
"Fine, Sash. I don't know why you can't tell, but I'll play along," he said.
Upon entering the common room, Sasha lead Draco up the boys dormitory stairs and into his dormitory.
"Lock the door," she commanded Draco as she sat down on his bed. Raising an eyebrow, Draco complied and sat beside her.
"Can you tell me now?" he asked impatiently. Sasha sighed.
"I'm pregnant, Draco," she whispered to him.
AN:Hey! I wrote more! Yay! Okay... well, this took a while, but it's finally here. It's getting very exciting now! Alright, this is a pointless authors note, but whatever.
Hee hee, magical pregnancy tests... ha.