My head began to spin furiously. No. No way! I'm only seventeen. I can't be pregnant. Why is Madam Pomfrey telling me I am? It's simply not possible. What will Draco say? What will Ginny say? No doubt I would be tormented more than ever now. Would Draco leave me? Would he support me? There was only one way to find out. I rushed from the Hospital Wings, tears pouring from my eyes. I ran straight past Ginny. She must have gotten the idea because she didn't follow me. I had to find Draco. I ran straight for our common room. Hurriedly I said the password and sprinted inside to see my husband sitting on the couch reading a letter. He turned around to see what had caused the sudden outburst of noise. Me of course. Immediately he put it in his pocket and indicated for me to sit down. I sat opposite him and began to bawl my eyes out. He looked at me sympathetically. br /
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"What's wrong 'Mione? It's not Ron and Harry again is it?" he asked lovingly. I shook my head furiously. br /
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"No." I said sobbing. "If I tell you, do you promise not to leave me?" I whimpered. He looked at me as if I had 3 heads. The thought distinctly reminded me of an encounter I had with a dog but I shook it from my head immediately. br /
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"Of course I won't leave you. Now what is wrong?" br /
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I began to fumble with my hands. br /
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"I went to Madam Pomfrey today." br /
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"And?" he asked urging me to carry on. br /
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"I took a pregnancy test." I mumbled, bearly audible. Unfortunately he heard me clear. br /
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"WHAT? Please tell me the results were negative." he pleaded. I shook my head. br /
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"I wish I could but that would be lying!" I sobbed. His face paled a great deal. He stood up and began to walk away. br /
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"Where are you going?" I whimpered. br /
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"I need to think!" he called heading for the room. Without looking back, he vanished through the door. I curled up in a ball and cried my self to sleep on the couch. br /
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Great. Now she had got pregnant. What next? I pulled the letter out of my pocket and reread it. I felt really bad as I read it. br /
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The time has nearly come to prove yourself worthy. I am sure you know what to do. If not mail me back. I am sorry you were pushed into this marriage but the Lord will be proud. You have gained her trust and that is all that matters. br /
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Perfect. Just what I needed. How was I supposed to tell him I had actually fallen for Hermione. He would kill me. I mean only father, mother, the Grangers and I knew the truth. Hermione was not really a Granger. No, she was a Fixby. Adopted deliberitly as a child. The Fixby's had died you see. The Grangers had been ordered by our Lord to adopt her. They were not squibs as they had told Hermione. They were Dark wizards. Not known but were very Dark. I of course had not found out until the start of seventh year really. Now we had to finish it all. I felt bad for Hermione. She was innocent. Had done nothing wrong. She was my wife for goodness sake. Wether my father liked it or not, I did love her. What was I going to do? I wish I had never agreed to go along with this stupid plan.