I was bored! So i wrote a lot! i don't think it's that great, but it's long! Longest chappie yet, i think. nothing really HAPPENS but oh well. I haven't been busy over spring break, so icranked this out!

Christmas break crept up. I was defiantly starting to show now. Hermione had done a simple charm to expand my clothes a bit, so I was spared having to go shopping. Seamus and I talked, but not nearly enough. Not much more than usual, that is. Rumors were going around each week that a different guy was the father, everyone from Harry to Ron to some 5th year I'd never met. Hermione finally told everyone the truth, as an attempt to stop the untrue stories. It almost worked. But Classmates were the worst of my problems.

She, Harry and Ron had talked to Dumbledore about the whole Voldemort thing. I tried not to have to think about that, but at the last week of November, week 11 of my pregnancy, I was dragged into his office. I hardly said anything, he did most of the talking.

"I had been wondering for some time when Voldemort would realize that Mr. Finnigan and you have a special connection. I wasn't expecting him, however, to act during the Love potion segment of Professor Snape's class. It was no doubt him that set up the potions as such. He then posed as the father himself and tried to snatch you and baby away. Needless to say, Professor Trelawney has made one more accurate prophecy, and foiled his plans."

"Do you think Snape" I started, wondering if he was behind this too.

"I trust him, and I have strong reason to believe he was unaware of the whole thing." This did not satisfy me, but I didn't think arguing would help any.

"Another discovery I have made is that you have only encountered Voldemort once. He set one of his Death Eater's sons out to disguise himself. It was rather smart of him, or perhaps cowardly."

"Who?" I asked, not knowing who's father was a death eater and who's was not.

"Draco Malfoy. His family has been caught in a load of trouble with the return of Voldemort, I have no doubt that Lucius Malfoy will be pulling his son from Hogwarts soon. But for the meantime, I suggest you be cautious, but focus on what you need to; being a mother. I've been having a few ghost keep watch around the Gryffindor tower because of the recent events, and they will alarm me if anyone suspicious is poking around." I simply nodded. I had nothing else to say.

It would have made more sense for him to tell me to get rid of the baby before Harry, the only hope for defeating the dark side, was killed. But that would've been heartless. I had grown to love my baby, but I hated it at the same time. (I had given up on thinking it was a girl and calling her 'Opal' ages ago. I think that was just some small was of coping with this whole situation a few months ago. It was way more real now)

I did try to forget about Voldemort, at least for awhile. Hermione told me to trust Dumbledore, and I did, a bit. I wrote to my family, telling them about Seamus and saying that I'd see them during Christmas Break. I knew better than to mention Voldemort. I also heard from Parvati. He mom had managed to pull through from her illness, and she was coming back to school after break. This was great news to me, I was getting stick of Hermione's company. Bless her, her hearts in the right place, but she was getting annoying.

A week before term ended, I found myself in the common room late one night alone with Seamus. Maybe this would be a chance to talk a bit more.

"What's up?" I asked him as I walked up to his couch near the fire. I sat down. He smiled.

"Finishing Snape's term paper. How's everything with you?"

"Pretty good."

"And the baby?"

"Ok, I think." There was nothing much to say, our biggest problem. We couldn't talk easily yet. And I hadn't told him about Voldemort.

"What are you doing for break?" he asked me, setting down his quill and rolling up the parchment.

"Going back home and relaxing. How about you?"

"No idea. Probably same as you." After he said that, the wheels in my mind started turning. Perhaps he could do the EXACT same thing as me! He could come back with my, meet my family (as I knew they were eager to meet him) and we could have a chance to get to know each other better.

"You could come with me and meet my family," I said, before I had time to change my mind. He sat a minute and thought.

"Sounds like a good idea, actually, I'll write to mine and tell them. They'll want to meet you sometime."

"Cool, I'm assuming you've told them, then?"

"Of course. What's your family like anyways?"

"Well my mom die when I was born so It's just my dad and two older brothers. They're hilarious but idiots. You'll get along with them well," I joked.

"Because I'm an idiot?" He was smiling too. "I suppose I am. DO you think they'll like me?"

"Don't sweat it. They'll be tough on you, just don't bend under pressure." Perhaps my brother's would be a little easier considering I'm not actually dating him. They think no one is good enough for me, but I kind of thank them for that. They filter out the losers.

"Great, now I'm scared," he leaned back on the couch.

"You should be," I smiled more. I hadn't smiled in quite some time. I leaned back beside him. We were only a few inches apart, I couldn't help but notice. He looked at me and then at my stomach.

"May I" he said, gesturing to my stomach. I nodded and he put his hand on me. I put mine next to his. It was weird, knowing something as delicate as a child was living inside of me. We had created life. Like Frankenstein but without all the lighting and destroying.

We left for the train together. Seamus was trying to hard, I could tell. He tried to help me with my luggage but only made me double over with laughed watching him struggle with two trunks. I was smiling all the way home.

We did talk on the ride, but nothing much was said. He told me about his family, and some about his childhood. I talked about the same. There wasn't much else to say. We talk about our classes, and what we intended to be when we grew up. I had originally wanted to be a teacher, but this baby wasn't going to make that happen. Seamus talked about wanting to carry on his father's apothecary business. His family owned a shop in Diagon Ally.

We got off the train and I saw my dad and younger of the two brothers, Daryl, (the one who humiliated me in front of the whole school) were waiting for us. They hugged me and shook Seamus's hand. Dad took my trunk and Daryl asked me all these questions about my baby. The four of us walked outside and down the street.

"We just live a few blocks down," I explained to Seamus.

"I told Dad that we should've gotten a car because of you but he insisted you could walk," Daryl said, shooting a glace at Dad.

"Which I can!" I smiled. I was happy, being around my family. I couldn't wait to get home and into my bedroom. I had the whole attic to myself, with an ity bity balcony out the front, looking into the heart of London. Being the only girl in the house all my life, It was my sanctuary.

"Caleb's out with his fiancé for Christmas so you'll be taking his old bedroom," Daryl said. Seamus nodded. I could tell he was nervous. We all talked as we approached the house, which was wedged tightly between bunched of other small houses and shops. I loved that house.

Inside, I led Seamus up the stairs and down the hallway to his room for those few weeks. Caleb hadn't lived here for quite some time now, but he still visited often. Daryl lugged my trunk to the end of the hallway and up the narrow stairs to my room. He left and I sprawled out on the bed.

"It's been lonely here!" A voice said above me. My picture I had had since I was a baby was talking to me. She was a small yellow fairy, very bossy but she practically raised me. She sat perched in the tree in her picture. "I heard you got a baby inside of you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I sighed.

"Just when I thought you were getting boring and something exciting happens!" She fluttered up and clasped her hands.

"Oh go fly around in some other pictures!" I glared at her. I wanted peace and quiet. She huffed at me but left. I stared around me room. It was a dark purple color, with a low ceiling. I stood up and threw open the small doors onto my balcony. Fresh air was bliss. My room was just as I had left it. The rabbit cage was still underneath the table. I still had it even though my rabbit died ages ago, when my cousin was taking care of her while I was at school. I had always hated foxes.

Before too long I went back down. Seamus and Daryl were sitting on some stools in the kitchen, chatting. They seemed to be getting along, which was perfect. We had a nice dinner and everyone was talking nicely. Conversation was already getting easier between Seamus and I.

The evening, Dad had to go into work (he worked for the Department of Transportation for Ministry of Magic) and Daryl was going out with a few friends, leaving Seamus and I alone. As they left, the both of us just stood there.

"Make yourself at home," I told him. "I'm going to be up in my room, it's been a long day," I rushed up the staircase. Later I lay non my bed. Fairy would fly to her frame every so often and make some witty or annoying comment about me or my situation.

"Your boyfriend looks bored and lonely," she said at me, with raised eyebrows. "If I were home alone with a boy, then I'd..."

"Enough!" I sat up and glared at her. "And he's not my boyfriend." Truth was, I didn't know. Was he? We hadn't said anything about that. It was all too complicated. This was another thing I tried not to think about.

"Oh, well that's odd. That doesn't make, I mean you guys have like..."

"Don't finish that, and yes, I know. We don't like each other that way."

"He likes YOU that way!" she did a little spin in the air and winked at me.

"How would you know?"

"He and Daryl were talking and I 'overheard'" she grinned slyly. I wanted to take her little wings and break them off of her. She always went in and made me think about things I didn't want to. Like me and Seamus.

"Why would he tell my brother something like that?" was my only reply to that.

"Daryl asked him how he wanted to be involved with the baby and that boy, whatever his name is, said that he did want to be there and help out. Daryl asked him if he likes you and he said he did but he didn't think you felt that way about him and didn't want to make things complicated."

"Whatever," I flopped back down on the bed. Did I like him like that? I didn't know! Fairy laughed.

"He's wrong. You like him, I know you do,"

"No you don't! I don't' even know!"

"Think about it! Why else did you bring him here?"

"He's the father of my child, The family wanted to meet him!"

"Are you saying you don't like him then?"

"No – I"

"I'm gonna tell him you do!" She laughed again.

"But that's a lie!"

"S'not!"

"Okay! Do whatever, I don't care!"

"You want him! Wait, you already HAD him, but you were too drunk or whatever to enjoy it!"

"Shut up, that's gross! Go away!" she did. I lay back down on my bed. I did like him, I couldn't help it. I had just a bit since the Yule Ball. Just a bit. I sighed. Awhile later, I heard footsteps on my creaky stairs. Seamus appeared in the doorway.

"What's up?" he asked me. I stayed lying down.

"Just resting. You?"

"Being bored." Brutal honesty. I sat up and patted the bed beside me. He sat down. We sat there, side by side, in quiet for awhile. "That fairy lady is weird," he finally said. So she must've said something to him. Twisted my words, no doubt.

"She's like a really annoying sister. Or a whacky mom, not really sure which. I'm sorry you had to meet her," I smiled.'

"That's ok. She's creepy though."

"No doubt," I sighed. More silence. "Where are we?" I asked suddenly.

"Uh, are you okay? We're in your house in London," he raised his eyebrows. I laughed.

"No, I mean us. And the baby," I stared at the ground. I couldn't look him in the eyes.

"Where do you want us to be?" Great. He turned my question back onto me.

"I- I don't know. I can go with anything. Whatever's best for the baby," I stayed with my eyes on the ground. "Where do YOU want to be?"

He didn't say anything for a bit. He put his arm around me waist suddenly. My heart raced a bit. I looked up a him, right in the eyes. He had pretty green eyes, I had never realized that before. His eyes suddenly got bigger as he got closer to me. I closed my eyes as he kissed me softly on the mouth. Warmth spread through me until he pulled back. I kept my eyes closed. I heard a squeal from behind me.

We both swung our heads around and glared at Fairy. She had a big smile on her face. "So cute!" she fluttered off.

"Goodnight," he kissed me lightly once more and stood up. I was speechless as he walked back down the stairs. I went into my bathroom and turned on the water for a hot bath. I took off my close and put a hand on my belly. This baby was both the worst and the best thing that had ever happened to me. I lay back in a steamy bath. Maybe this was the start of something perfect.

blah blah blah. it's late, so i'm just going to post this. i hope you enjoy it a bit! fluff...yilch! ah well... not like I get anything in MY life...

see y'all later! ...yawns...

night night

Snicket

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