Well chapter Four is up, i know i left you with a really bad cliffhanger but it all gets better in this chapter. Its a swete little ending that i thought would be super cute to add. Anyways, i'll let you get to the chapter, oh, and i almost forgot, im going to have to wait to have 20 reviews before chapter five will go up, so keep them coming!

Chapter Four: High Emotions.

Carrie ran down toward the Great Hall as soon as her classes were over. She was sobbing terribly, tears streaming down her face. She stood at the top of the stairs leading into the Great Hall, frantically looking for Draco. He hadn't arrived to dinner yet. Carrie leaned toward the banister and used it to hold herself up, one hand over her mouth, muffling her loud sobs. Carrie wiped her teary eyes with her robe sleeve, but it did nothing to clear her vision. New tears merely appeared in the old ones place. Suddenly Carrie felt hands wrap around her waist. She turned sharply to be looking Draco in the face. Draco saw her tears and immediately re-acted.

"Care, what—" He was completely confused.

"He, he wont Draco, he wont…"

"He wont what, who wont? Care, Tell me!"

"He wont e-e-even l-look at me D-Draco! H-He can't e-e-even look m-me in the f-f-f-face."

"Who?" Draco asked hugging Carrie tightly to his chest.

Carrie looked up at him with a tear-stained face.

"Ron"

"What? I… Care I don't understand"

"I met with him up at t-the Tower be-before Divination" Carrie took a deep breath. "And he wont even say baby, he wont look me in the eyes!" Carrie broke down in sobs once again.

"It's ok Care, it's ok" Draco kissed her head and pat her back gently.

"He hates me" Carrie mumbled into his chest. "He really hates me."

"He does not." Draco replied firmly. As much as he hated her family, he knew they never had it in them to hate their oldest daughter. "He never could. None of them could. I mean…" He pulled her away from him and gestured to her. "Look at you! You're gorgeous, just because you have a baby wont change that."

Carrie went back into his arms. "Are you sure? What if you're wrong, and they all hate me?"

"Am I ever wrong?" Draco asked. He paused. "Wait, don't answer that."

Carrie laughed a little.

"There you go, don't cry anymore. Don't even think of crying, it doesn't suit your face." He wiped a tear from her check and forced her to look at him.

Good job Mister Father Figure.

Shut up! (A/N: Bold print is Draco's conscience, italics are his forced thoughts.)

Draco held Carrie close for a moment. A few tears were still silently dripping down her cheeks.

"Carrie?" Someone asked behind them.

Carrie looked up to see Ron standing behind Draco. He looked utterly shocked at the two. He looked at Carrie and saw her tears.

"Carrie, don't, don't cry because of me, I…"

"Get out of here Weasley! You've done enough today!"

"But…Carrie…"

Carrie was looking at him desperately, now sobbing once again. He was looking her in the face. Right into her eyes.

"Ron, I…I just…" Carrie sobbed once again and turned away from his gaze. Now she was the one who couldn't look at him.

She cried into Draco's chest for a moment before looking up and him and slightly smiling. She then pulled out of his arms and ran down the stairs, down toward the dungeons, and the Slytherin common room.

Draco turned to Rom and looked at him angrily.

"See this crap you put her through!" He yelled. "See what you do to her! She can't do this by herself, and I can't help her on my own!" he stopped yelling. "As much as I don't want you to have anything to do with her, you have to help her because…" He sighed and then grumbled. "Because she needs you."

"She…" Ron repeated. "She needs me…" He couldn't believe these words. He had thought his sister hated him. He had thought that Draco changed her, made her just like him. But he hadn't. She was still the same Carrie he had grown up with. The same girl who had played pranks on him, fought with him, and made him realize that her baby was real.

Draco then turned and walked away from Ron. He grabbed something from the Slytherin table and then immediately headed down toward his common room. He walked down to the dungeons and stood in front of the statue.

"Password?" The painted asked.

"Pureblood" Draco said quickly.

The statue moved and admitted Draco inside. Draco walked quickly and soon was in the common room. He scanned it quickly for Carrie and found her crying on one of the couches. Draco walked to her side and sat next to her stomach. He gently pat her head and tried to think of something to say to her.

"Now you know he doesn't hate you…" Draco supplied.

"He doesn't hate me…" Carrie repeated. "He doesn't hate me…"

"He never did" Draco said.

"God" Carrie said while sitting up. She put her forehead in the palms of her hands. "I can't do this alone."

"You're not alone" Draco said kissing her forehead. "I'm here with you. I'm taking care of you."

"But, what if you're not here when I need you? What if you're doing Quidditch or in the middle of class or…"

"Shhhhh" Draco hushed her by putting his finger over her lips. "It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing" He whispered to her. "You're more important then anything else. None of it matters. I'll fall 50 feet out of the air to get to you. I promise… you won't be alone in this."

"Thank you." Carrie mumbled. She bent toward Draco and rested her head on his chest.

Draco embraced her tightly and put his chin on her head. I love you. He thought to himself. I love you so much.

Back in the Gryffindor common room Ron sat with Hermione and Harry. Harry was sorting through his now large stack of wizard cards while Hermione was practicing a new spell she had learned. Ron was supposed to be working on his potions essay but he hadn't written a thing since he had sat down. He was staring strait ahead into the fire. The image of Carrie crying and not being able to look at him flashed before his eyes countless times. It had gotten very late and few people were left in the common room. Mostly seventh years because they were doing tons of studying.

"She thinks I hate her." Ron mumbled to himself. Fortunately Hermione and Harry heard him say it and looked over him.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Carrie" Ron replied, disbelievingly. "She thinks I hate her. She thinks everyone hates her. The whole family."

"You don't though" Hermione said quickly.

"But she thinks I do. And…and she's upset about it. She's crying over it."

"Oh Ron" Hermione said. "She gets upset about everything now. She's pregnant for god's sake! Give her a bit of a break."

"She is going through a lot" Harry added.

"Think about it Ron. She's pregnant, she's sixteen, she's at Hogwarts and she's torn between her family and her boyfriend. The guy she loves!"

"But why didn't she just…talk to me about it or…come to me or send me a letter!" Ron said.

"Well you didn't exactly make it easy Ron…" Harry mumbled.

"What do you mean!"

"Well…" Hermione started. "That whole speech on the train kind of screams I hate you and I never want to see you again."

"But…"

"It doesn't matter if you were just mad or if it's the truth, she's your sister. You're supposed to be on her side always." Hermione butted in.

"Yeah but…" Ron paused. He stopped looking at the fire and looked down at his knees. He sighed in defeat. "You're right." He shook his head. "Look what I did to her. She's miserable."

"Well it's not to late Ron. You just have to tell her that you're there for her."

"I have to tell her." He paused again. "Ok."

Carrie stirred late that night. She had decided to spend that night in the Slytherin common room with Draco. She wasn't ready to step inside the Gryffindor common room yet. She was asleep with Draco on one of the couches again, like always. She looked to Draco who was still fast asleep. She made herself more comfortable and then rested her head and hand on his chest. She listened to his heart beating, slowly, calmly, gently.

Draco's eyes squinted a bit and he mumbled something in his sleep. It sounded strangely like 'I love you'. Carrie sighed and closed her eyes. A memory popped into her head. Unintentionally she started running her nails up and donw Draco's chest. The sensation of her nails made him stir and wake. He kept his eyes closed and gently grabbed her hand. Carrie was shocked at his saddened movement and looked up at him.

"Draco…" She whispered.

He smiled. "That tickles"

He opened his eyes and looked at Carrie. He let go of her hand. She let it rest on his chest. Draco closed his eyes for another second and then took Carrie's hand again. He brought it up to his lips and kissed each of her finger tips. Then he opened her curved fingers and kissed the inside of her palm. Draco then let go of her hand and opened his eyes. He looked and Carrie, she was smiling quietly. He leaned forward and kissed her gently. It wasn't rough, or forced. He didn't force himself on her. Just gently enveloping her into a long kiss. When it ended Carrie opened her eyes. She climbed on top and Draco and smiled mischievously.

"Carrie…" Draco whispered.

Carrie simply put her finger over his lips. And whispered for him to be quiet. She looked down to his chest and placed her finger at the nape of his neck. Then she gently pressed her nail down. Not hard enough to hurt him, but just enough so he could feel it pressing against his chest. Carrie's finger raced a line down the center of his chest all the way down. When she reached the bottom, she pressed her palm against the bottom of his chest and pressed her hand up along his chest until she reached the top of his chest. Draco took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He had closed them during Carrie's 'assault'.

"Care…Don't do this Care. Don't…" He sighed deeply again. "Don't tempt me…"

Carrie leaned down so she could whisper in Draco's ear. "What if I want to tempt you?" She smiled in his ear. Draco could feel it.

"Come on Care…" He closed his eyes again. "You know we can't do this."

"Why not? There's no reas—"

"There are reasons." Draco butted in. "You know that."

"But…" Carrie forced.

"No. You know we can't."

Carrie sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She got off Draco and laid next to him. She sighed again and opened her eyes. She leaned toward him and he kissed her forehead. She smiled and laughed slightly.

"I hate it when you're right." She mumbled to him.

Draco laughed at this. "So do I"

Carrie snuggled into Draco and put her head in the nape of his neck. Draco's arm went around her and started playing with her hair. He kissed her cheek and smiled to himself. His hand unintentionally went onto her stomach. Draco closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep again. Carrie stayed awake, thinking about everything that had gone on in the past year. She slipped her hand across Draco's chest to his shoulder and smiled. She reached up and kissed right beside his lips. He smiled, half asleep. His head leaned toward Carrie's and rested on her. Then his free hand reached up and held Carrie's that was on his shoulder. Suddenly Carrie sat up on the couch, she had an idea. Draco's eyes opened and he sat up beside her, he looked nervous.

"What's wrong?" He asked immediately.

"I just had an idea" She replied softly.

Draco sighed in relief. "Don't scare me like that"

Carrie smiled. "Sorry"

Draco was about to lie back down but Carrie stood up.

"Where are you going?" He complained. He reached out to grab her hand and pull her back on the couch.

"Come with me" Carrie whispered happily.

"Come on" Draco continued to complain. "Your not seriously going to make me get up at four in the morning are you?"

Carrie smiled again. "Yeah. I am."

Draco moaned and pretended to let Carrie pull him up off the couch. She took him by the hand and started out of the Slytherin common room. There feet echoed off the hard floor and they walked through the maze that was the dungeons. The walked up the stairs and down the hallway to the Great Hall. Draco moaned again and Carrie stopped. She turned around and kissed him gently.

"Come on" She whispered in his ear. "It's not much further"

Draco groaned and replied. "Only for you"

Carrie smiled and continued to lead him down the hallway. They reached the Great Hall and Carrie walked past the large tables to a hallway across from where they were.

"Where are you taking me?" Draco paused. He knew he was going to have to follow her whether he wanted to or not. If he said no she would just pout and he would end up going anyway.

Carrie smiled. "Somewhere special"

Draco whimpered like a puppy. He wanted to go back to the couch with Carrie and just lie there. He loved doing that with her.

"Oh be quiet!" Carrie mumbled.

Carrie walked across the great Hall and quite surprising pace. Draco stood frozen on the spot for a moment and then followed her. Carrie could walk fairly quickly for being pregnant. She was already quite far ahead of Draco. Draco ran after her and stopped only when he was a few inches from her. His arms grasped around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder. Carrie kept walking, Draco walking right behind her, still holding her.

"So where are you taking me?" He repeated in her ear.

Carrie smiled mischievously. "You'll see in a minute"

"I'm supposed to give you surprises, not the other way around you know"

"That's ok" She replied. "It's my turn to give you a surprise."

"I don't know if I want a surprise from you" Draco said jokingly. "Last time you gave me a surprise this happened" He rubbed her stomach.

"But wasn't that a great surprise?" Carrie asked.

Draco sighed in defeat. "Yeah. It was."

Carrie had stopped walking, which caused Draco to stop. He looked around and looked questioningly at Carrie.

"And we're here why?"

Carrie turned around in Draco's arms and glanced to the right. Draco looked over and saw where they were, the hallway full of paintings of fruit. And just to their right, a painting of grapes in a crystal bowl.

Draco sighed. "Oh Care."

Carrie leaned against the wall and let Draco lean over her. She let him kiss her neck while holding him close to her. She thought about this place, and all the thing that had happened here. It was a special place. After a moment she started laughing to herself. Draco stopping kissing her and looked up.

"What?" He asked.

"Do you remember when I tried to get you to understand why muggle pictures don't move?" She asked, giggling.

Draco made a disgruntled face. "Yes. I still don't get it."

Carrie laughed a little more loudly and then went quiet. She looked to Draco's hand on her stomach and sighed. She looked over to the painting and then to Draco who was watching her. She placed her hand on her stomach over his.

"We can get through this, right?" She asked, staring into his eyes.

Draco smiled at her. "Yeah, we can."

Carrie smiled with him.

We can do this. She told herself. We can do this. She smiled to herself once again. We. Us. He's going to be with me always. Always.

"Care?" Draco asked.

Carrie was pulled out of her thoughts.

"Hmmm?"

"I love you. I love you so much."

"I know you do. You know I love you back."

"Yeah, I know" Draco said. "I just wanted to make sure you knew."

"Well I know."

Carrie smiled. I love you. I love you. I love you.