A/N: This is like, the longest thing I've ever written! Haha! It's probably longer than any of my other stories combined...
10 minutes of pleasure, 9 months of pain. At least, that's what I found. I thought he was perfect. Yeah, so much for that. Now look at me - 17 and 5 months pregnant with no boyfriend in sight. He ditched the day I told him, and I haven't seen or heard from him since. Oh yeah, I'm Tierney Addison, but my friends call me Tia (you know that short, blue-eyed, purple-haired chick in the corner? Yeah. That's me). And, well, I'm pretty much screwed. See, my parents are freakishly uptight. If it isn't normal, it's not right. That's what they always said. So of course, the first time I dyed my hair pink (I was 10!), I was grounded for a month until it faded. The next year, when I was 11, I got a letter. From Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That sent mum and dad through the roof! They shipped me off to live with my hippy aunt Stella (who I must admit is pretty cool!), and well, she was tres stoked to hear that I was a witch. Although, none of that's my problem right now. The hard part is hiding a gigantic round belly. I can't really tell anyone about it. I'm in my 7th year at Hogwarts (at least I will be once summer ends...), and aunt Stella won't let me go if she finds out I'm gonna have a baby in four months. I can't even tell my best friend, Kadie! As much as I love her, she's got a horribly big mouth, and while she means well, if she finds out about this, everyone from London to Washington, DC will know. As far as anyone knows, I'm simply getting fat. Cut to me jumping for joy with pompoms screaming "Yay! Everyone thinks I'm fat! Just what every teenage girl wants!" Yipee. So, yeah. Now, I'm sitting outside Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour, and while I never thought I'd say this, I'm getting tired of hearing myself talk. So, here's my story.
It all started 6 months ago. I was hanging out with some friends on the grounds when I saw him. I'd really rather not say his name, so he shall just remain 'the guy that knocked me up'. He didn't actually go to Hogwarts. I don't actually know why he was there. Maybe he was something of a student teacher. I've no idea. Anyways, he was there, and I saw him, and I instantly fell head-over-heels. He was an expert at Quidditch (and, well, I was a chaser on the Gryffindor house team, so being good at Quidditch is definitely a good thing if you're trying to catch my eye), and he had the most gorgeous blue eyes. I kept seeing him for the next few days, and before long, he caught me away from my friends and we got to talking. He was so sweet. He helped me with the impossible homework Snape gave, and the crap that Trelawny made us write. He gave me ideas for some tragic events that were to happen and well, she gave me near-full marks. Hey, that's pretty good considering I've never done that well in any school. He was so cool. He knew all the best bands - none of that mainstream toned-down, over-produced bull like those Weird Sisters or whatever they're called. I dunno, they played at the Yule Ball during my fourth year, and well, I spent the whole night with my date laughing at how lame they were. Anyway, I'd never met anyone like him before. Within a few weeks of friendship, he asked me on a date. We took advantage of a Hogsmeade weekend and spent the whole time laughing over a few butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks. We spent a month like that, and then, well, I'm sure you know what happens next. If you don't you probably shouldn't be reading this. Two or three weeks after our little night, I started to feel sick to my stomach. At first, I thought I had just caught a bit of the flu, or perhaps one of the massive Hogwarts feasts hadn't quite agreed with me. After another few weeks of it, I decided that I should have it checked out. I saw Madam Pomfrey, and nothing good came of that. She let me know in the worst possible way that I was expecting. I swear, she came up to me and told me that I wouldn't be playing Quidditch for nine months. Great. This little mini-me's gonna ruin pretty much the only fun I have at school! She told my Professors and Professor Dumbledore spoke to me that day about what I was going to do.
"Would you like to keep your child?" He asked me. I swear, I was ready to shoot him. Of course I was going to! I've never believed in abortion. That didn't mean I wanted to!
"Yeah." I remember saying.
"Miss Addison. Tierney. I cannot imagine what you must be going through. Alas, I have never, and I hope never will be pregnant. Mind you, there is more than likely a spell that would let me have that experience." He smiled, and I know I did too. "But, you are free to choose if you would like for your classmates to know, or if you would prefer, to keep it a secret."
"Secret." I said instantly. I could only begin to imagine what kind of taunting I would be forced to endure by Malfoy and his bloody goons if he found out. I already had to deal with him calling me and Kadie mudbloods!
"Of course. I will not tell a soul. But you do know, Madam Pomfrey felt it best to inform your professors. Therefore, no strenuous activities will be placed upon you." I nodded. "You also have a choice of coming to school next term or not. Your child is due in December, but I would like to see you back for your final year," His eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses as he continued, "But it is up to you. If you feel better staying with your aunt while you're in your current state, then you are free to do so." I could tell Dumbledore wasn't really keen on having this conversation. He seemed uncomfortable, and it's pretty obvious he doesn't do it often. You don't see any other girls walking around Hogwarts with growing children in their stomachs. I twiddled my thumbs as I tried to think of what to do. I decided that I had too much going for me at Hogwarts to leave now.
"I'd really like to stay, professor." I said. He nodded.
"I'm glad to hear it. I shall let you get back to your rest now, Miss Addison." He got up, said something to Madam Pomfrey, and left.
The next day, Madam Pomfrey let me go back to my classes on one condition. I couldn't strain myself, and if I ever felt that something was going wrong with my baby, I needed to go directly to her. I barely heard a word she had said, but I agreed. Anything to get me out of there. Before I left, she let me know that I could go to my classes if I wanted, but if I wasn't up to it, I had the option of staying out. I told her I'd take this class off then think about the rest. I headed straight onto the grounds. It was a beautiful day, and I thought that maybe I'd see him. I wasn't sure whether or not I should tell him. Mind you, he was the father of my child, and he had a right to know. I was terrified to think of his response, but he needed to know. Sure enough, as I walked a little further onto the grounds, he was there. He was alone, sitting under a great oak, reading a book. He must have felt me staring, because he looked up and waved me over. I forced a smile and jogged over. I knelt beside him, and he gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
"What's up?" He asked. Bloody hell. I thought to myself. He knows me too well. Mind you, it might have been clear on my face that something was bothering me. I don't know. I looked him in the eyes, trying to figure out how to tell him.
"I-" Was all I could get out. He looked at me with those big puppy-dog eyes and I died. He would probably never speak to me again.
"You can tell me, Tia." He coaxed. I had to do it. I had to tell him he was going to be a dad.
"I'm pregnant."
And well, that's where it all goes fuzzy. The next thing I remember, I was lying on my four-poster surrounded by friends crying about how he 'left me for some other girl' (I had to tell them something!).
"Hun, you don't need him. Guys are so overrated." Kadie said. I almost actually believed her. That was, until I remembered that I have a growing infant inside of me. And it was his. I needed him. There was no possible way I could do this alone. One of my friends, Hannah, who at the time was a 7th year, said something that really made me think:
"You are the most independent girl I know. You can do anything without a man." I sincerely hope she was right.
The next few days, the guy that knocked me up was nowhere to be seen. As much as I wanted him to be there, I was kind of glad he wasn't. Without him, things seemed pretty normal. Except for the fact that I couldn't play Quidditch. I have no idea what my teammates were told, but they've all come up to me and asked how my wrist is doing. But that's beside the point. In class, my professors all looked at me funny, and on countless occasions, Professor Flitwick asked if I was doing alright. I think that some of my classmates even figured out that something was up.
The next few months went by pretty well. No sightings of the guy that knocked me up could be reported (what, did he just vanish into thin air? Kadie likes to think that he was kidnapped by Death Eaters and fed to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's snake...), and Kadie still remained completely oblivious. There was the occasional check-up with Madam Pomfrey here, and the weird look from a professor there, but all in all, it was as if nothing really that different. He was just another guy, another boyfriend. I had actually started noticing other guys! It wasn't until one morning at breakfast, that it really hit me that I wasn't the same, nor would I ever be. I had a piece of toast on my plate that I had barely touched, and Kadie decided to comment on it.
"Geez, Tia! You barley eat anymore, yet you're getting a little chubby!" She poked at my stomach and giggled. I didn't think anything of it, that's just Kadie's way.
"Yup. I guess it was Quidditch that kept me looking like a twig." I responded. And then I did something I hadn't in a while. I actually smiled. It was a miracle! That day, I definitely had it going for me. Aside from my stomach bulging slightly (I only looked a little bloated), I had that little glow that expectant mothers get, and the fact that I was smiling again? Genius! All day, Kadie and I pointed out random guys who were staring at us! I don't know, maybe I made her look great by comparison, but I'd like to think that I looked good. That's when I noticed the hottest thing since sliced bread. Harry Potter. I'd always had a bit of a crush on Harry (who didn't?), but I didn't think anything of it because we were both on the Gryffindor house team, and he was like my brother! However, since I had been taken off the team, I seemed to have lost touch with everyone. They were once my best friends, where as now, I was only best friends with Kadie (who still played as a beater on the team), and the rest were more like acquaintances than anything. Maybe I had a chance now that I'm just another spectator in the stands, cheering with everything I've got. Quidditch is my life. If I can't play, then I've got to cheer. Eventually, I want to go pro. But as much as I want to talk about quidditch, I'm getting away from the topic. Kadie picked up on my little crush on Harry, and stood there laughing at me while trying to get me to talk to him. I tried to think of something to say, but I was suddenly worried of sounding like an idiot in front of him! Hell, he used to know everything that went on in my life - Kadie and I talked loudly enough about it! During practice, we'd scream random things at each other while I threw quaffles at our keeper, or while Kadie totally killed one of the bludgers. By now, Harry had gotten so good at catching the snitch, he could just sit there, listening to us make fools of ourselves, and eventually, the snitch would fly past him. And I swear, that kid's got superhuman speed or something. Out of nowhere, he'd reach out and he'd catch it! The other teams had started to give up... we've only lost one or two games, and that was due to Dementors and whatnot. Anyway, I'm getting away from the topic. See how much I love quidditch? I'll just randomly trail off and start talking about it! Well, as I sit here and laugh at myself, I'll get back to the story.
I couldn't believe that I was having such trouble coming up with something to say. I mean, I'd always been shy around boys, but Harry? Harry was the coolest guy I knew! I used to be able to talk about anything with him! Kadie was nearly killing herself by now. She was practically rolling on the floor with laughter, and it caught Harry's attention. He looked up from the book he had been reading (20 galleons says it was Quidditch Through The Ages), and laughed. I could only imagine what he saw - me, standing there looking dumb and embarrassed, and this blob of sandy-blond hair and school robes that was Kadie on her knees, clutching her sides and laughing hysterically. Oi vey. He probably thought we were idiots (oh wait! He knew that already!). He put his book in his bag and walked over to us. He tried to give me a serious look, as if to say 'you two need severe mental help', but it was obvious that he was trying not to burst with laughter. Kadie looked up at Harry and I and started to laugh even harder. I think that was the moment that Kadie's brains started to leak out her ears. Me and Harry looked at each other and burst out laughing. Random people would stop and stare at us, while others would watch and wonder what we found so funny. Kadie was laughing at me, and Harry and I were laughing at Kadie. It really was something to see. Kadie finally got to her feet, and, still in stitches, dusted off her knees. She was a little taller than me, and she still had to look up to see Harry. Bloody hell he's tall. Probably around 6 feet, where as I'm like, 5'3"... I probably reach around his chest. Kadie can get up to his shoulders, and on tiptoes, she can get pretty close to his nose. Anyway, now that I've admitted the fact that I'm vertically challenged, I really need to get tested for ADD. I can't seem to concentrate on this little story for long. Okay. So, Kadie managed to control herself. Finally. :P. She actually managed to embarrass me more, however, when she studied me and Harry (absent-mindedly standing right next to each other, staring at her), and said the worst possible thing.
"You two would make such a cute couple!" I almost killed her. Right there and then. A simple flick of my wand and "Avada Kedavra", and she would have been no more. Of course, as bad as she can be, I love her. She's my bud. Maybe I'd just tie her to her broomstick and send her into space. I wanted to, believe me. Harry looked at me, and back at Kadie.
"Maybe." He said. My heart jumped into my throat. Maybe? He had the slightest knowledge that I was a girl! YAY! Then he practically killed me. "If I didn't have a girlfriend already." Bloody hell! I HATE YOU CHO CHANG! I still remember how much I wanted to choke the life out of that know-it-all Ravenclaw. Aha, but after summer, she'd be no more. This was her last year! Perhaps I'll make a move when Harry's safe. I mean, they probably won't last through the summer. God I hope they don't. Wait, what? This child is making me pure evil! I'm gonna have to do something about that. But right now, I had to focus on the fact that Harry had just broken my little heart without knowing it. I tried not to give any clues that I was mad crushing on him, but it was pretty damn hard. I made up some excuse about needing to use the little girls room as Cho walked up, and I dragged Kadie with me, after we said bye. We walked back into the castle, and up to Gryffindor Tower.
"I thought you needed to pee?" Kadie giggled. I rolled my eyes and looked at her.
"I needed to get out of there. What the hell was with you? 'You two would make a cute couple'..." I imitated her. "You know about Cho. Everyone does!" Kadie looked at me funny.
"What's up with you? You're really starting to worry me, Tia. First all of the professors are looking at you like you're gonna drop dead any minute, and now you're snapping at the dumbest things. Does this have anything to do with -" I stopped her.
"Don't even mention his name! Look, I'm sorry, Kade. It's just, I'm really fucked up lately." I stared at my shoes. I heard Kadie sigh, and I looked back up at her.
"It's okay. Just try not to snap at me, kay? Go nuts on Malfoy, though. He's been particularly prick-ish lately." She smiled. I can always count on Kadie to give me the best advice. And it's true. Draco Malfoy, Mr-I'm-Too-Cool, has been excruciatingly horrid lately. He also seems to be picking on Kadie and I a lot more. We seem to be his only targets.
He knows... I thought to myself. No! He can't! ... Can he? I hate these little mental debates, but I seem to have them a lot. They get rather annoying. I decided, the next time I saw Malfoy, I'd take everything out on him.
So, that was a lot harder than I hoped for. The only time I ever saw Malfoy, there were massive amounts of professors around! And most of the time, Snape was one of them. I couldn't say anything to Malfoy, 'cause Snape was just looking for a chance to take points away from Gryffindor.
"This is so retarded!" I said after potions. "Malfoy's such a suck-up! He can't stand to be away from his lover Snape, can he? Fucking pussy." I was getting seriously tired of waiting for my chance to take this whole thing out on him. Kadie was beside me, and I think she could tell that something was wrong. How much longer could I keep this whole thing a secret? I was dying to tell someone! Eventually, they'd all know, I mean, you can hide a pregnancy, but you can't really hide a baby. Kadie put her arm around my shoulders and led me to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom on the second floor. We walked in, and our ears were flooded with Myrtle's whines.
"What are you doing here?" She snarled. She seemed particularly upset today.
"Myrtle, what's wrong?" I asked. I tried to look genuinely concerned, although, with Myrtle, there's really not much one can do to make her happy.
"There have been students in here non-stop lately! I'm getting sick of it! This is MY bathroom!" She crashed into the U-bend in the toilet.
"Well, if you can give us two minutes alone, we'll tell the girls to stop coming into your bathroom." Kadie piped up. Myrtle peeked at us, and came to eye level.
"Promise?" She whispered. Kadie leaned in.
"Promise." She whispered back. Myrtle nodded and glided off to somewhere away from us. Kadie turned to me. "Hun, what's going on?" I stared at my feet. I seemed to love my feet.
"I can't say." I muttered. Kadie put her hands on my shoulders.
"Tierney Elizabeth Addison. You've always told me everything. What's so different about this?" She said. In all honesty, I was terrified to tell her.
"I don't want you to tell anyone." I looked up at her.
"Okay. I know that keeping my mouth shut isn't exactly my strongest suit. But I promise. If this is so important to you, I'll bite my tongue every time I'm tempted to tell." She said. I couldn't keep it from her. This was Kadie. She'd been through everything with me. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes.
"Let's just say, I'm not just getting chubby." She looked puzzled, but after a minute, she smiled.
"Are you serious?" I nodded. "When!"
"Sometime in December." I smiled. At least someone was looking forward to this.
"Oh my god! Are you staying for 7th year?" Again, I nodded. "But, how?"
"I dunno. I'll probably end up at St. Mungo's or something." I said. I hadn't actually thought about what would happen come December. Surely Madam Pomfrey wasn't planning on delivering! However, who knows. Madam Pomfrey is a great woman, capable of some odd things. I guess I'll have to wait until December to figure it out.
"Cool beans!" Kadie giggled. God that girl is giggly. Anyway, maybe if Kadie could get this excited, I could at least be a little happy. I mean, I might as well. It's not like I'm giving it up. I'm gonna be a mom. Oh god... I'm gonna be a mom. How the hell do I get myself into these situations? Oh my god... I'm fucked.
A/N: So, what did ya think? R&R PEOPLE! I love ya! MWAH!