Here's the next Chap! Please give reviews and give suggestions! I need them. GAHHHHHHH!!! Sorry, Wacky Author moment. If you review, I'll spare you having to hear me scream. Or maybe I'll sing1 THAT is not a pleasant thing! Now, ON TO THE STORY!!!!

I felt sick to my stomach. Someone was spying on me. And someone had meant to get me pregnant! Who would do this to me? I didn't have any issues with anyone in this castle! That slick-haired Slytherin, the bouncing ferret dude, wasn't nice, but he wouldn't do this to ME. I hadn't done anything to him! He's after Harry Potter! Ideas swam in my head. What could I think of this mysterious note?

My first thought was to burst downstairs and show Parvati. Then I read the note again. It was kind of personal. So is getting pregnant, idiot! My head swam. I shoved the note in my drawer and tried forgot about it.

The week went by in a flash. I couldn't remember any details, nor did I need to. Things were getting worse. Not for me, but for my friend. She was mad at me for being quiet, and then she got hit with something horrid.

Parvati had gotten a letter from home. Her mother was dying. Everyone felt sad for her. My mother had died giving birth to me. I knew what it was like. But before I could say anything, she packed her bags to go home. I was alone. Completely. I needed to find the father! I needed help.

This became very clear when I woke up on Saturday feeling queasy. I went down to breakfast, but burst to the girl's bathroom on the first floor and was sick. I hadn't had too much morning sickness until now, I felt horrible, weak, and blinded. My head swam, pain throbbing at my brain. I kneeled over backwards in a near dead faint.

Someone was supporting my head, holding me close, I tried to open my eyes, but my lids were too heavy. I moaned. "Sh," a voice hushed me. It was a boy, but I didn't recognize whom. He pulled me up into a sitting position, against the bathroom wall. I could tell he was sitting next to me. One arm under my back, cured around my side. My head felt heavy, my neck weak. I tried once again to see. Light burst into my head, blinding me. I felt sick again, and rushed back to a toilet.

I came up feeling a little better. I could see clearly. I felt the guy hug me from behind. "It's okay," he said. "Opal will make it okay." I turned around in his arms, ring to see his face. He was hugging me to close.

"Who are you?" I asked, speaking into his chest, where my head was resting.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes, yes it does." I choked back sobs. He was being so gentle and kind, yet he was torturing me. He didn't want me to know, but I had to. He was the father of my baby. He shushed me again. I sighed and closed my eyes again, hit by a wave of drowsiness. He released me and before I could see who he was, the bathroom door shut behind this mysterious boy. I leaned against the back wall and slid down it, finally curled up in a ball on the hard floor. Tears were pouring down my face, bursting from my eyes. Waves of anguish and sadness overwhelmed every bit of me.

I stayed there for what seemed like eternity. I knew I had missed Potions class, but I didn't care. I needed to get back to the dormitory, but I didn't dare try walking. I shrieked when the door opened. I opened my eyes and saw Hermione. Her eyes were wide. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, still too shocked to be kind. "Are you sad for Parvati?"

"WHAT THE HELL?" I yelled, jumping up. "WHY WOULD I CRY ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR FOR THAT?" Hermione looked taken aback. "I'm going to have a baby," I finally sobbed. There was a long silence.

"Does McGonagall know?" She asked, breaking the silence. I nodded.

"She, Madame Pomfrey and Parvati. Parvati was helping me and now she's gone! I don't know what to do!" I cried harder. Hermione patted me on the back, trying to calm me down. I didn't want to confide in her, she wasn't really my friend, but I had no choice, really. I told her everything. I even mentioned to note and the mysterious guy in the bathroom. I was lost and I needed help.

"We have to find the father," she said. I know it can't be Ron or Harry. They both know who they had for the potion."

"Who'd they have?" I asked, curious.

Hermione blushed and said, "Well, Ron got me, that was weird, and Harry, well if I promised him I wouldn't say." I cleared my throat. "Fine, I'll tell you, but you can't tell a soul." I nodded my understanding. "See, someone played a joke on Harry. They gave him a guy's potion. And not just any guy, Crabbe."

I knew it was rude, but I burst out laughing. Well, they say laughter is the best medicine...

"It was an evil trick to pull, but," Hermione grinned too, "I guess it was a little funny."

This got a little better now that I had someone else to help me. We were on a quest to find the father. We knew it wasn't Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and or Dean, for that was who Parvati had 'loved'.

We walked up to Seamus and Neville one Friday night, two weeks before Halloween. "Hi," Hermione smiled as she sat down next to them. "When we had to do the love potions, who was your match, on the third day of the lesson?" She talked fast, just laying out the question with no hesitation. Seamus looked thoughtfully for a moment, trying to remember, and Neville stared wide-eyed at me. More importantly, at my stomach. He was creeping me out.

"I had that bloke from Slytherin, Millicent Bulstrode." Seamus finally said. Hermione cringed.

"Ooh, I'm sorry. She's not the prettiest of folk," She turned to Neville. "You did you have?"

"Oh, um, I don't remember."

"It's got to be Neville," Hermione drilled into me, as we reached our dormitory a few moments later. I didn't want to believe it.

"But this is NEVILLE we're talking about! He forgets everything!" I wanted to believe that what I was saying was true, and that Hermione was not.

"Did you SEE the way he was looking at you?"

"He's a weird dude, okay? I don't think Neville is capable of writing anything like that note anyway!" I didn't know why I was arguing against him. I could've just gone to thinking it was him, and stop wondering. But then I remembered the day in the bathroom. I was sure he wasn't that sweet and kind and, well, loving. "Look, we just shouldn't make conclusions until we've asked more people. If someone else doesn't remember, then his drink was probably tinted too! And if they say me, well, then of COURSE we'd know! I just don't think it's Neville!"

"Or do you just don't want to think it's him?" she had a point.

I guess I'll stop there, but ::Grins slyly:: HAHAHAHA

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