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A/N: I just wanted to say thanks to my few reviewers!

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Chapter Three

I felt better throughout the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts. I even laughed a few times at Ron and Harry's stupid jokes. I guess that I just needed to spend some real time with my friends. They're always the best at cheering you up.

When we arrived at school, we sat through the sorting and ate our dinner before Ron said anything directly to me. It wasn't until we were walking up to the common room when he pulled me aside. I guessed that he had already told the others what he was doing before he did it because they didn't call our names once we separated from them.

"I'm ready to know," Ron said.

"Ready to know what?" I asked him, even though I knew perfectly well what he was talking about.

He gave me a slightly annoyed and skeptical look. "Who the father is," he said.

"Oh," I looked down at my shoes. I knew I had to tell him but I wished that someone else could or I could write the name down on a piece of paper and run away before he looked at it. But I had to tell him. I sighed before I said, "Malfoy.

Ron raised his eyebrows so high that they almost disappeared in his hair. Then his face turned beet red. "I guessed it was either him or Harry. But you were too natural around Harry so I guess it had to be him.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to my shoes.

I could see Ron shrug out of the top of my eyes.

"So how's it going to be now?" he asked. "With you and me?

I licked my lips. "I don't know.

"I don't think we're together anymore," he said.

"I know," I replied quietly. I was feeling depressed and like I was about to cry again. And I had just been so happy!

"I'm going up to the common room," Ron told me. He turned on his heel and walked off almost at a march toward the staircase that would lead him to his destination.

I turned and leaned against the wall, wiping my eyes. I felt so horrible. How could I have done such an evil thing to Ron? So maybe I had been a little bit drunk, but that wasn't an excuse. I was still thinking and I knew what I was doing. It just didn't seem like a problem at the time. I didn't think that maybe something bad could actually happen and that I was treading into dangerous territory by doing what I did with Malfoy- Draco. I had to start calling him Draco.

"Hi," someone said, coming up to me. I looked up. It was Draco.

"Hi," I said curiously.

"You looked upset," he stated.

"I am a little," I said, wiping my eyes on the edge of my sleeve.

"I thought that since we were... I would be a little bit nice and as what was wrong," he said, sounding nervous.

"Thanks," I responded. "I just told Ron that you were the father.

"Oh," Draco replied. "Great, now he's going to come after me in the halls and try and hex me behind my back.

I laughed slightly forcedly. "No he won't," I assured.

Draco shrugged. "Well, I'd better be going. See you," he said with a wave. He turned and walked off down the hallway.

"Bye," I said quietly, knowing he couldn't hear me.

Then I turned and walked up to the common room. Harry and Ginny were talking in hushed voices by the fire. They stopped when they noticed I came in.

"Where's Ron?" I asked.

"Upstairs," Ginny answered. "He seemed pretty upset. Didn't take the news very well, I guess?

So they did know what he was doing. "He took it okay, but I could tell that he was extremely upset," I told them. Suddenly it occurred to me that I had never told Harry who the father was. "Harry, do you know...?

"No," he said, shaking his head.

"Oh. Well, do you want to?

"Yeah," he said. I could tell he was trying not to sound too rude or pushy.

"Draco," I replied, remembering to call him by his first name. "Well, I'm going to bed now. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages. Good night.

And with that I turned and walked up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.

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A/N: Kind of short, but oh well. I have ideas for what's going to happen, but I only have ideas for after the baby is born. I guess I might just give a summary of what happened before then, and then make her have it and stuff. Should I have more humor in the story? PLEASE LET ME KNOW! Also, please review! Thanks.