A/N: Finally another chapter! Sorry I take so long with these, I know some people are way faster. Oh well. Enjoy! And don't forget to leave a little review if you like it, and even if you dont!

Chapter 4

Martha woke up on a Wednesday morning like any other morning. Rose was still sleeping and Donna and Hermione were already gone. Hermione has always gotten up right at the crack of dawn for as long as they'd shared a room with her, she would go to the library and study for a couple hours before breakfast. Donna used to like to sleep in, but the last couple months when Martha woke up she would already be gone. Martha asked her about it once but she said she was just getting some extra studying in too because she wanted to do well on her exams. Martha couldn't really blame her for that.

Getting dressed, Martha made her way down to the Great Hall to have some breakfast.

When she got there she found Donna already there, munching her way through a bit of everything on the table.

"Morning Donna," Martha said as she sat down.

"Morning Martha," Donna replied through a mouthful of eggs and toast.

Martha noticed lately that Donna was eating a bit more than she used to. "Maybe you should take it easy on that, eh?" she joked playfully, poking Donna in the side.

Donna looked like she wanted to cry. Her bottom lip trembled and she suddenly stood up from the table, turning away and practically running from the Great Hall.

"Donna wait, I didn't mean-" Martha called after her, pushing back her own chair and running after Donna. When she got out to the hall she glanced both ways, not sure which way Donna went. She caught a flash of Donna's red hair disappearing around a corner and she quickly went after her, following her into the girl's bathroom.

When Martha got in there, she could hear crying from one of the stalls. She knocked on the door, softly calling, "Donna... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it, really I didn't... Please let me in, Donna."

Donna sniffled loud enough that Martha could hear it, and after a minute she unlocked the door. Martha pushed it open slowly to find Donna sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. "I'm really sorry Donna, I didn't mean to make you cry. I wish I hadn't said that now, I feel really bad."

"It's okay," she sniffled. "It's not that."

"What is it?" Martha asked quietly, concern in her voice.

Donna shook her head, new tears spilling from her eyes. "I..."

Martha crouched down, taking Donna's hand in her's. She looked up at Donna worriedly, saying, "It's okay, Donna. You can tell me. I'm you're friend, I want to help."

Donna sighed, letting out another sob. "I... didn't want to tell anyone. But I guess you'll find out eventually..."

Martha rubbed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay Donna, whatever it is you can tell me."

Donna looked at Martha, her eyes watery. "I... I'm pregnant." She started to cry again, covering her face with her hands. Tears started leaking out between her fingers.

Martha's mouth fell open in shock. She swallowed, not really knowing what to say. But she patted Donna's knee in a reassuring way and said, "Donna... Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because... because I was scared," Donna said through her hands, her voice trembling. Her shoulders were shaking as she sobbed.

"Oh, Donna..." Martha said sadly, wrapping her arms around her friend. "You should have told me."

"I know," she replied, slowly beginning to calm down now that this huge secret was off her chest. It had been so hard to have nobody to talk to. She should have known better, that her friends would be there for her. "I didn't want anyone to know. I thought..." she shook her head. "I thought you would all hate me."

"You know we'd never hate you, Donna." Martha pulled back to look her friend in the eyes, giving her a warm smile. "I'm your friend, no matter what happens."

Donna smiled back at Martha gratefully. "I know. I feel silly now that I tried to hide it. I magicked my sweater to be looser so no one could tell," she explained but when she pulled her sweater tight it was obvious that she was pregnant.

"Blimey Donna..." Martha breathed in awe. "How far are you?"

"I don't know for sure. I think maybe two or three months," she looked down and rubbed her hand across her belly. "He always would make me a potion so this didn't happen but I guess nothing works all the time," she said thoughtfully and a little sadly.

Martha hesitated for a minute before she put her hand on Donna's knee and asked gently, "Who's the father Donna?"

Donna bit her lip before she answered, "Severus."

Marthas eyebrows raised in surprise. "Professor Snape?"

She nodded, looking down at her lap.

"Does he know?"

"No. I haven't told him yet. A few weeks ago when I started to show I told him I needed a break from seeing him... He seemed sad about it and he asked me why but I couldn't tell him and I just said I needed some time to focus on my studies. I haven't seen him since, except for in Potions class but I sit at the back."

"You have to tell him Donna," Martha said gently.

"I know," she sighed. "I just... I'm afraid of what he'll say."

"Well you'll never know until you tell him, but he deserves to know Donna."

"I know," Donna sighed.

"He'll probably be thrilled Donna," Martha said reassuringly.

"I don't know about that," Donna said quietly, stroking her belly.

"Come on," Martha said patting Donna's knee. "Let's get it over with, no time like the present. I'll go with you."