A/N: Hello again! I'm back with the next chappie of Damien. And I know, I know....I said it was on hold but I thought I'd be nice and put up at least one more chappie before I went back to school next week. I hope you guys enjoy it, although I do warn you: it is probably really crap. I'm in the middle of studying and it's about 11 PM so my brain is probably a little fried right about now. But if you read and review and tell me what you think and what I should improve I'd be very grateful. Thanks heaps you guys, Mel.
Also some characters may be OOC but I've tried to represent them as close as I can to what they're like in the books and also to how I think they'd react in situations like this.
Disclaimer: I know there wasn't one of these last chappie but I suppose I better put one in this chapter. I do not own any recognisable characters, places or things; they all belong to that wonderful writer by the name of JK Rowling. I do however claim ownership to the name Henry Boot; he is not an actual HP character and was made for the purposes of this story. I have decided to make him the older brother of Terry Boot for the moment.
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Chapter 2: Predictable and Unpredictable
"Can I talk to you?" I asked him. He turned around and looked at me.
"'Course you can. What do you want to talk about?" he asks as I cross the room to sit next to him.
"Well you know that day we got a little, ummm...carried away?"
"Yeah, it was so fun to get 'carried away' as you put it." He told me with a smirk.
"Well it was at the time but you see now you might not be so happy about it." I said.
"Why not?" he looked genuinely puzzled.
"I know this isn't what you want to hear at this point in time but I'm kinda pregnant." I said nervously. He just sat there looking at me with this look of understanding coming over his face. After about five minutes of silence I couldn't take it anymore.
"So umm...what do you think?" I asked him.
"There's not much to think, is there?" he replied.
"No, I suppose not." I agreed.
"So what are you going to do?" he asked.
"Me? What am I going to do? Well I dunno about me but we are going to work something out." I told him firmly.
"We?" he questioned.
"Yes, we. It's not as though this is fully my fault, you participated in that fun part so you can join in the un-fun part. Not that a baby is such a bad thing, it's just not what we need right now." I said. He looked at me and saw that I was serious.
"Are you going to keep it?" I nodded my head.
"Well then I guess there's not much else to do. You have the baby, I help with it. Seeing as we already share a dorm I'm sure that won't be a problem. Have you told Dumbledore?" he asked.
"Yes, of course." I told him, horrified at the thought that I wouldn't have told the professors.
"Have you told anyone else?" he asked.
"Not yet. I came to talk to you after I told the professors. I was planning to go and talk to my friends once I'd told you. I mean I thought it was only fair that I told you first seeing as you are the father." I told him.
"Well I guess that makes sense." He agreed.
"So you'll help me with the baby?" I asked, he nodded.
"And you'll stick around through the pregnancy?" he nodded again.
"Even when I get emotional and moody?" again he nods.
"Good. Are we still together?" I asked, half afraid of what the answer might be.
"Of course. Why wouldn't we be? You're going to have my baby, it's not as though I'm just going to dump you because you got pregnant." He told me, a strange look in his eyes.
"Phew, now, do you want to come when I tell my friends?" I asked him.
"No way! Do you really want to go through pregnancy and birth, and child rearing alone? Because if you take me when you tell them that's what's going to happen. They'll kill me and then you'll be all alone." He said with conviction.
"Okay, I'll see you later then." I got up, gave him a kiss on the cheek and then exited out common room to go to the Gryffindor Common Room where Ginny, Harry and Ron would be at the moment.
"Hey 'Mione, what're you doing here?" Harry asked as I came through the portrait of the Fat Lady. He was sitting with Ron, Ginny, Seamus, Lavender, Dean, Parvati and Neville on the couches by the fire place.
"I need to talk to you three." I said, grabbing Ginny's and Ron's hand and pulling them over to the stairs to the boys dormitory seeing as we couldn't take boys to the girls dormitory. I stopped as we reached the stairs and turned back to Harry, who was still in his seat by the fire.
"Are you coming?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh yeah, sure." He said, following us up the stairs. I dragged them into the 7th year boys' dormitory and waited for Harry to come in before closing and spelling the door so that it wouldn't open if someone tried to get in.
"What did you wanna drag us all up here for 'Mione?" Ron asked.
"Well I have something to tell you all." I started.
"Do I already know this?" Ginny asked me with a 'look'. Ginny already knew that I'd been dating Draco so she might've thought I was finally telling the guys about it. And sure, I was but I was also telling them something else as well.
"Part of it." I admitted to her.
"Oh righto then." She replied.
"What does she know that we don't?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Well I've kinda been going out with a boy. And," but here I was rudely interrupted.
"Who?" Ron demanded. I ignored him and continued.
"And I'm kinda pregnant." I finished.
"Kinda? How can you be kinda pregnant 'Mione? You're either pregnant or not pregnant." Ron said. He was beginning to go red in the face so I turned away from him and looked at Ginny. She had a wide grin on her face and was looking at my tummy.
"Congratulations 'Mione! That's great news. Have you told him yet?" she asked as she enveloped me in a giant hug.
"Yes, just before I came to tell you lot." I told her.
"Told who? Who's him?" Ron asked, still shaking with anger.
"Well I don't know if you really need to know that yet." I said, avoiding the question. Instead I turned to Harry and pleaded silently with him via my eyes. He was standing there grinning with an odd look in his eyes, almost as though he were happy and sad at the same time.
"Harry?" I asked.
"I'm happy for you 'Mione. Come here and give us a hug." He said, holding his arms wide. Ron was about to explode but I was still ignoring him. As Harry hugged me he whispered in my ear,
"Is the father who I think it is?"
"That depends who you think it is." I whispered back.
"Two letters, H and B." he said quietly. I drew back and looking into his eyes I could see that he knew the truth and so I nodded.
"I heard that. What do H and B stand for?" Ron asked. This time I turned to deal with him.
"A person." I replied.
"Don't tell me that Henry Boot is the father of your baby. I always knew that family was a pain, ruining your life like this." Ron muttered.
"No Ron, not Henry Boot, not even a member of his family." I told him.
"Well then who?" he demanded.
"Do you promise not to get angry?" I asked.
"Yes, well actually no, it's not really my fault. I can't help it." Ron argued. I glanced apprehensively at Ginny who nodded her head, and then I looked at Harry who also nodded his head.
"Well ok, H and B stand for Head Boy." I told Ron.
"Head Boy! What kind of person names their kid that?!?!?!? It's a stupid name if you ask me." Ron raved.
"Ummm....Ron, that's not his name." Harry said quietly.
"Well then why'd she say it?" Ron asked in bewilderment.
"Because that's part of who he is." I told him. I saw the sudden understanding wash over his face and braced myself for what I knew was to come. And I was right.
"WHAT?!?!?!?!? MALFOY GOT YOU PREGNANT?!?!?! I'M GONNA KILL THE BLOODY GIT!!!!!!!" Ron bellowed.
"Please don't, then my baby won't have a father." I said rather calmly for a person who had just been yelled at extremely loudly.
"AND YOU!!! YOU LET HIM DO THAT TO YOU?!?!?!?! HOW COULD YOU?!?!?!? ARE YOU CRAZY?!?! BONKERS?!?!?!?!?!?!" he continued.
"Oh Ron get over it. This is a joyous occasion, you should be happy for 'Mione." Ginny told him huffily.
"HAPPY?!?!?! I SHOULD BE HAPPY WHEN ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS HAS JUST BEEN KNOCKED UP BY MY ENEMY?!?!?!?! ARE YOU ALL MENTAL?!?!?!" he asked and yelled at the same time.
"No, we just figure that if she's happy then we should be too." Ginny told him.
"FAT LOT YOU KNOW GINEVRA WEASLEY!!!!" he yelled at poor Ginny, who cowered next to Harry.
"Ronald Weasley, stop roaring at your sister. She's only trying to help." I told him.
"WELL I DON"T CARE, I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU AT THE MOMENT. ONCE YOU REALISE JUST HOW MENTAL YOU ARE AND GET YOUR MARBLES BACK THEN COME AND SEE ME, UNTIL THEN GOODBYE!!!!!" he yelled, and stormed out of the room. Or at least, he tried to until he got to the door.
"Hermione Anne Granger, you open this door right now!!!" he demanded. I swished my wand and the door flew open, hitting Ron in the face and making a resounding smack as it did so. Ron glared at me and then, holding his face, resumed storming out of the room. I looked dejectedly at Ginny and Harry, who were standing there with only slight shock on their faces.
"I'll see you two later." I said quietly, before leaving the room and creeping out of the Gryffindor Common Room unnoticed by anyone.
"Well that went well." I declared to myself.
"What went well 'Mione?" Draco asked.
"Oh nothing, I just told my best friends that I was pregnant with your baby and Ron had a whole huge shouting match. Nothing major, I just lost one of my friends." I told him and then burst out in tears.
"Shhh, baby, it's okay. He'll come round, I'm sure of it." He said comfortingly as he rubbed my back.
"No it's not; he'll never talk to me again." I wailed into his shoulder.
"Come on, I think you might need a rest. It's been a very tiring day for you and you're a little upset at the moment." He said, steering me upstairs and into his room. He led me to his bed and sat me down. Then he took off my shoes and laid me down, covering me with the down feather comforter. He ran his fingers through my hair and said comforting words. And the last thing I remember before I drifted off to sleep was,
"It's gonna be alright baby; I'm here for you and I won't leave."
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