Pathetic so far, I know, I know. But hopefully it'll get better!

Parvati was dragging me down to Professor McGonagall's office the next day, after listening intently on every word I had told her from my memory. I couldn't remember much clearly, but I had given it my bet shot.

"So, we tell McGonagall everything like it happened," Parvati was drilling me during lunch. "It was day five in our Love Potion section, and this one was for the girls to drink a random potion of the guys', and then the guys got ours. The girls went to hide after the potion was taken, and the object was to see which guys could seek out their 'love', so to speak."

"I hate Snape. It's all his fault. None of this would've happened if he would've made sure the potion wasn't too strong." I couldn't say much else. That was indeed Snape's lesson for that day. I don't know who's potion I drank, and I certainly don't know what happened afterward. The potion was too strong. Some idiot of a boy messed it all up.

"So we tell her that, and that you couldn't remember a thing, I hardly doubt she will blame you!" My friend looked excited. It made me want to throw up. I had done nothing but throw up these last three weeks. Total sign of 'with-baby-itus'.

"Easy for you to say. I'll probably get in trouble and Snape won't have a thing happen to him," I grumbled, glaring up from my untouched chicken soup.

"Oooo," Parvati exclaimed, a little too loud. Everyone turned their beady eyes towards us. I blushed. She turned bright red and continue much quieter. "I bet Snape WILL get in loads of trouble for this! Maybe he'll be sacked!"

Suddenly, from across the table, Harry and Ron looked up from their project of some sort. "Snape? Sacked?" Ron's face lit up. "Where'd you hear that?" Parvati looked at me, as if asking how much we should tell them.

I shook my head, and muttered to an excited Ron, "We were hoping, not knowing. He didn't get sacked." His face fell.

"But what's going on? Has he done something he's not supposed to?" Harry asked.

I didn't plan on ever giving any of the boys any information, so I simply said, "Nothing," and turned back to my soup.

Classes ended almost to quickly that afternoon. After Transfigurations, Parvati grabbed my sleeve as I tried to sneak away with the rest of the class and pulled me up to Professor McGonagall's desk. "Lavender has something she needs to tell you," she told our teacher simply.

McGonagall took on look at Parvati's serious, grave face, and my red, embarrassed cheeks and said, "Come with me, girls," and lead the way into her office. She shut the door behind us and sat down in her desk. She studies us for a minute, observing us like a hawk, waiting for me to speak. I took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

And so we talked. I told her everything I remembered, from drinking the chocolate-y, too strong potion to waking up in a broom closet on the 10th floor. I recalled not being fully aware until someone led me to the Gryffindor common room and I was settled down by the fire. Parvati filled in her part about HER experience with the love potion. She could remember most of it quite clearly. She had been instructed to scatter around the castle. She chose the library, and Dean, the drinker of her love potion found her.

She blushed as she finished up her story. "the potion wore off as we made way back to class. Now I hate him as much as always." McGonagall surveyed us some more. She had only nodded a few times in our stories, and hadn't spoken a word since we'd entered her office.

"What am I going to do?" I finally asked frantically, not being able to bare the silence any longer.

"THAT is up to you," the professor said. I wanted to scream. Some help she was being! "Are you going to keep the baby?"

I looked to the floor, studying my shoes. "I don't know," I said at last.

"Can she keep it? I mean, with school and all..." Parvati stopped. She made a point. I never had really thought that far. I suddenly knew abortion was the only answer. I had no choice really.

"I do not deny that it will be difficult," McGonagall started, "But I will make sure you get the assistance needed with this child if you do indeed decide to bring it into the world." I thought at these words. Could I really kill, more or less, something that is already a part of me? I continued to stare at the floor. Silence filled the room for many minutes. I couldn't think straight. I needed some fresh air. My lungs felt heavy as I took in a breath to say these next words.

"I-I-I'll keep it," I managed to say, before fainting in a heap on the floor, overwhelmed by it all.

There it is, chapter 2! I know they're short, but I prefer shorter chapters, as opposed to my other story with the macho grand-o chapters. I think it'll be easier to get through....

Vi