A/N: Are you ready? What is she gonna do? Eeeek I want to know what happens :-/

Pyro: You are my one and only reviewer :) you should be honored. I know I am.

"Miss Beaumont?" Madame Pomfrey pounded on the bathroom door for the fourth time.

Little by little Marissa opened the door.

"So," the nurse asked nervous about the answer.

Marissa didn't even need to tell Madame Pomfrey the answer for Poppy knew that she was pregnant by the way she hung her head and let the tears drip.

Poppy walked over to Marissa and enveloped her into a comforting hug, "Honey, its okay."

"No it's not," Marissa said crying into the nurse's shoulder, "This is my last year and it's supposed to be fun."

Pomfrey didn't say anything more, just held the teen in a tight embrace.

"Where's Ron?" Marissa asked lifting her head from the older woman's shoulder.

"Is he the father?" When Marissa nodded Poppy said, "Just outside the door dear."

Dreadfully Marissa walked to the door and held the doorknob. She pushed the heavy door revealing three nervous teens.

"Marissa," Ron said nervously.

"Ron," Marissa said flying into his arms, "I am so sorry."

"Babe," Ron started, "What's wrong?"

"You're gonna hate me," Marissa cried into Ron's shoulder, refusing to look up.

"Riss," said Ron trying to lift Marissa's head up, "I won't hate you."

"Yes you will," Marissa said hiccupping from crying to hard.

"Guys," Ron said turning to his on looking friends, "Could you leave?"

Harry went to protest but Hermione hit him and dragged him away.

"Ok, they're gone," Ron said rubbing Marissa's back, "Now tell me what's wrong."

"I don't want to talk about it right now," Marissa said looking up to Ron's blue eyes.

"Ok, but you know you're going to have to tell me sometime," Ron said understandingly.

Poppy Pomfrey poked her head out the door, "Marissa, you need to stay the night." When Marissa went to protest Pomfrey said, "Dumbledore's orders."

"Ron you can spend the night with her as long as you're not in the same bed," Poppy said before walking back into the infirmary and shutting the door.

"Please stay the night" Marissa said her eyes dry for the first time in a long while.

Ron shook his head 'yes' and followed his girlfriend through the doors and into the starch infirmary.

"Dumbledore is coming to talk to the both of you." Poppy said to both teens then turning to the pregnant one, "You better tell him or else Dumbledore will."

Poppy walked out of the room and into her office.

"Babe," Ron said looking at the suddenly shy Marissa, "Please tell me what's wrong."

"Ron," said Marissa lifting her gaze to Ron's eyes, "Promise you won't be mad."

"Why would I be mad?" Ron countered.

"Just promise me," Marissa said desperately.

"Ok I promise."

"You know that other night?" Marissa said hoping that Ron would catch on right away.

"Honey you need to be more specific."

"Ok," Marissa said cringing, "You know when I came up to the boys' dorm?"

"Oh," Ron said a little loudly, "That night."

"Yeah, well," Marissa sighed deeply.

"Are you saying.." A look of fear took over the distinct features of Ron.

"Yeah," Marissa pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them. She looked down to her feat.

"I can't deal with this right now," Ron said walking out of the infirmary.

For the second time in an hour Marissa broke down and cried for the same reason.

"Miss Beaumont," Dumbledore said from the office of Madame Pomfrey, "Ron will get over the shock and apologize tomorrow, I'm sure."

Marissa lifted her head from between her knees and looked at the wise old wizard.

"Your parents have been alerted about your pregnancy." Dumbledore said.

Marissa sighed.

"Don't worry Miss Beaumont. Your parents have decided to let you stay in Hogwarts." Dumbledore said strolling over and taking a seat in the chair next to Marissa's bed.

"Why?" Marissa asked her crying ceased from pure shock.

"Under the condition that you have your own private quarters," Dumbledore said crossing his legs, "It will be located in the Dungeons. You will walk through Professor Snape's office and it will be the door on the left. If you need him just go through the door on the right."

"I can't do this," Marissa said looking into the Professor's eyes.

"Marissa I hate to tell you this but since conception this baby is yours. In Magical Law you are bound to this baby until you turn 18 and decide to give it up or until the baby turns 18," Dumbledore explained.

"So I have to do this," Marissa asked tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Yes, but-," Dumbledore started but was soon interrupted by Marissa's hopeful tone.

"There's an exception?!" asked Marissa excitedly.

"Yes, but it's a far stretch," Dumbledore said.

"But there's a chance, right? I mean I might not have to deal with this," said Marissa still hopeful that there is an exception.

"Only if the Department of Family and Children see that you are unfit, then they will break the bond," Dumbledore said awaiting Marissa's response.

"When can I get it done?" Marissa asked eagerly.

When Dumbledore didn't respond Marissa said, "I mean I am a complete unfit mother. I can't care for this…this thing."

"Marissa, you don't know that yet," Dumbledore said looking at the girl.

"Professor, I am quite sure that I can't do this," Marissa said her eager voice falling to a sad and disappointed one.

"Miss Beaumont woman younger than you have done this and done it well," Dumbledore said trying to help the scared teen.

"Name one," Marissa said crossing her arms.

"Well my mother for one(1)," Dumbledore said, "She was about fifteen when she got pregnant with my older brother."

"How'd she do," asked Marissa intrigued by the Headmasters story.

"I turned out well didn't I?"

Marissa laughed.

"Don't make a decision now that you'll regret later," Dumbledore said standing up and leaving Marissa to her thoughts.

1: I needed some one. I was gonna use Poppy but idk lol.

I hope it explains any questions.