A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #2

Sex-Ed

task #3 You can't get pregnant the first time. Nope, nope, nope. And I know a few people when I was in high school who were shocked to find themselves pregnant/get someone pregnant the first time. Pregnancy can happen at any time, even if it's your first, even if you're using contraception. Task Three: Write about an unplanned pregnancy.

"You said you brewed it correctly," Pansy snapped, looking at the glowing ball of white light that hovered in front of her.

"I did! Or, I thought I did, I mean, since when do you trust my ability to do anything?" Draco asked, leaning against the wall, trying not to look at Pansy. He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. Part of him tried to remember what could have gone wrong. Had something gone off? That was possible, or maybe something hadn't been quite fresh enough, or something Pansy had done had made the potion-

"Grapefruit!" he exclaimed, causing Pansy to drop her wand, which caused the ball of light to flicker slightly and go out.

"What of it? It's a citrusy thing that tastes good."

"And you ate some that morning, at breakfast, I'm sure you did."

"So what if I did?" she asked, picking up her wand and examining it to make sure it wasn't damaged. It appeared to be fine.

"It interacts with the potion, making it ineffective, well, less effective anyway," Draco explained. He watched Pansy's face, the realization dawning in her eyes that it hadn't been his fault they were in this situation.

"I don't remember covering that in class," she whispered. "I, I had no idea. And now-"

"Now we need to figure this out. I know you weren't planning on this, Pansy. I wasn't. What we had was fun, nothing more."

"I liked that part of it, oh, and the lavish parties. If...if I go through with this, it's all over, isn't it?"

"I don't remember my parents giving up their lavish lifestyle because of me. Often they'd leave me home with an elf. I think the house elves raised me more my early years than my parents."

"I'd never do that," Pansy stated, crossing her arms and looking at Draco. "I'd want to be there for every little thing, like the first time she says my name or takes her first steps."

"Does that mean you're going to keep-"

"Yes! I'm not against witches who decide otherwise, but I'm keeping the baby. Guess the Malfoy name's going to have an illegitimate heir," Pansy laughed.

"Wouldn't be the first pure-blood family to have one," he said. "Although, if you wanted to make it legitimate?"

"I'm not interested in marrying you, being tied to you and your family name."

"But you are, in a way, I mean, our baby's going to be a Malfoy by birth. I would very much like it if she or he had my surname," Draco said, leveling his grey eyes on Pansy. She laughed nervously, thinking about how she'd never seen this side of Draco, the calculating side, the side that he used in business to get his way. She wasn't his business partner, but now, maybe in a way she was?

"Fine, the baby can have your last name, but I'm not marrying you. I liked what we had, the fun part of it. I'm not ready to marry, to settle down."

"I know, and while I like spending time with you-"

"In the bedroom?" Pansy asked, smirking. Draco let out a small laugh.

"Yes there, and parading you around like arm candy at those tedious balls and festivals, I don't love you like that, not like a man should love his wife. If we were to wed, it'd be in name only, for legal purposes, for our child."

"Answer is still no," Pansy stated.

"Would you at least consider moving into the Manor, at least towards the end of the pregnancy? I have the money to get you the best healers, midwives, anything you'd need."

"You just want to make sure your little heir is perfect."

"Maybe, this might be my only chance at being a father, Pansy. The future's not certain and I want to be there for you and the baby."

"Okay, fine, I'll move in, having a whole suite the size of the flat I'm living in sounds amazing," she laughed. "But for now, can we keep this a secret, between you and me? I don't need the whole world to know I'm carrying your child."

"I agree. Do you want to move in now, make the transition easier?" Draco asked, thinking about how the rooms in the East wing hadn't been used in forever.

"Why not? It's not like my flat is getting any bigger," she replied. "Give me some time to get my things together, where am I putting my things?"

"The East wing, it'll be clean by the time you get back," he promised. Pansy nodded, grabbing a small pinch of floo powder and flooing back to the tiny flat she'd been calling home.

She started packing, thinking about everything. She was carrying Draco's baby, he wanted to take care of her, of the child, he wanted them to live with him. She wasn't opposed to any of this, although she was sure she could handle things on her own. It was nice to have someone who cared enough after a night of fun gone wrong.

"He's going to be a good father," she whispered, wondering if maybe her opposition to marriage was her way of trying to keep her old life. She knew things were going to change, everything was going to change, but the again, she'd have Draco by her side, even if she wasn't ready to marry him. He was still going to be there and that thought, the thought of the three of them raising this child, made her happier than she'd felt in a long time.