Ok, so it wasn't supposed to happen. I mean honestly...why would I do this to myself?

He's fucking DRACO MALFOY.

It's disgusting.

He's disgusting.

God, I am SO disgusting.

I used to hate the slimey bastard.

I guess I still do. But there's more in it than just hate, you know?

I think that's what inspired the passion so much.

Ew, I can't believe I just even thought that. Passion? Yeah. I'm sure that's what you would call it, but God, it's like putting a name to something you don't want to feel. Something that is just pathetic. And disgusting. And it makes you want to retch. And you feel bad because your friends and scorning you for it.

But you can't stop.

Because it's like a drug.

It's addicting.

I can't stop kissing him.

I can't stop loving him.

I think that's what it is. Could it be love? We've been doing...whatever we've been doing for quite some time now. About six months, really. Soon it'll be summer, and then where will that leave us? We haven't even talked about summer. We don't really talk. One time we talked, and look where it got me.

I'm scared.

I'm actually scared.

Mum's going to kill me.

Dad's going to kill him.

I don't even want to admit it to myself.

But it happened and now I'm abso-bloody-lutely screwed. Screwed into the ground.

When he found out I thought he had crapped his pants.

I don't even know what he's thinking.

Yeah right, like I could get inside a head like his. That'd be crazy. I think ultimately I'd love it, because then I'd know what he's thinking abouit everything. But then I'd probably go crazy, because I know he's malicous and horrible and I'd go nuts from hearing all his plans for world domination.

Ha. Like Draco would ever try to take over the world.

I think it'd be pretty funny.

Hehe.

Ok, I'm over that.

It all started because I punched him. Yeah, and he totally deserved it. I punched him right in the chest. And it knocked the wind out of him, because he was breathing out. I'm sorry, but you don't go telling me that I'm a fat ass loser and get away with it.

And then he tackled me.

And he started kissing me.

I first felt the bile rise and thought about puking into his mouth. Teach him to kiss me and get away with it.

But instead, the bile never came and I started kissing him back.

I'm such a loser.

But I didn't do it on purpose. It just sort of happened.

And then I just happened to sort of roll on top of him and take control of the kiss.

I swear I didn't mean for it to happen.

It just bloody did!

Just like like we went for that stupid picnic in the stupid snow and now I'm FREAKING PREGNANT!

GAHHH! I just want to punch him again.

Mum is going to kill me!

And here I am eating ravioli, and screaming in my brain.

I'm due at the beginning of October.

I'm a sixth year.

I'm going to start to show in a month or so.

I just passed my first trimester.

I think I know why I love him. Because ultimately, after the shock, he just hugged me. He hugged me and kissed my cheek, and put a hand on my belly. And he smiled.

He actually smiled.

Sadly, that was the only happy moment.

Now we're fighting.

Over everything.

I can't come back to school next year and raise a child. And I will NOT leave it with my parents, and Draco's parents are definitely out of the question.

We've talked about getting an apartment together sometime this summer.

I'm so scared.

But I already love this little life inside of me. I kind of hope it'll be a boy.

TBC
This is just a preview of the next chapter. I thought for a few days or so that maybe this COULD be the next chapter, but I realized what a load of total crap it was and now am going to change it and rewrite some of it and add more too it. When I get time. But yes, I do hope that you find it to be at least a little interesting.

Ciao.