Choices
* It's not our abilities that show what we truly are, it is our choices - Albus Dumbledore*
Harry looked like a house-elf. His eyes were big and it looked like he was getting ready to bump his head against the wall.
"You...you..." was all he could stutter, while he patted Hermione helpless on her back.
Hermione hid herself in Harry's robes. She was so ashamed. What did she have to do now? She didn't have a home, no money, no finished education,...
She felt a sudden cold breeze when Harry let go off her. She looked up. Harry walked to the Great Hall.
Hermione was confused. Was Harry angry at her because she was expecting a child from his enemy? Was he going to abandone her like that?
But she was wrong, for as far as she could see he was going to beat up the father of her child. Realising this, she began to run after Harry. But the doors slammed shut in front of her and she couldn't even open them with 'Alohomora'.
"Harry, NO!" she yelled through the doors.
But Harry didn't listen to her, he ran straight to Draco who was the only one left in the Great Hall. Before Draco knew what was going on he got a fist in the face.
"You filthy bastard!" Harry yelled, while he tried to hit Draco where ever he could.
Recovering from the shock, Draco managed to grab Harry's wrists and fling him against the wall.
"What's your problem?" Draco hissed, while some blood ran from a cut above his eye.
"You stinking ferret! Ruining Hermione's life like that! Bloody bastard!" Harry screamed. Draco got him pinned against the wall, but Harry refused to calm down. He slammed his head against Draco's, making Draco take a few steps back.
Draco raised his fists in defence. If Potter wouldn't calm down, he was in for a rough fight. Harry wanted to kick him in the stomach, but Draco took his foot and pushed him on the floor. Before Harry could stand up, Draco put his foot on Harry's chest. He drew his wand and wanted to curse Harry, but his wand shot out of his hand when Dumbledore whispered 'Accio wand'.
'Stupify' was all he said next, and two rays of light paralized Draco and Harry.
The boys lay on the floor with their eyes wide open. Dumbledore came to them, humming a Christmas song. Snape and McGonagall came running into the Great Hall, looking confused by what they saw. Dumbledore removed the charm and the boys started to move again.
"You will both receive punishment," Dumbledore said, "But first, I would like Draco to follow me to my office to discuss something very important. Harry, please go to the infirmary."
Harry glared one more time at Draco and left the Great Hall. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Draco followed Dumbledore, wondering why McGonagall looked so angry at him.
They were walking through an empty corridor with a view on the forbidden forest, when Dumbledore asked: "Draco, do you know why Mr Potter attacked you?"
"Potter seems to think that I've ruined Hermione's life all of a sudden.I think those ten years he's lost cost him some brain damage. If he has some brains, that is."
"Miss Granger returned to Hogwarts." Dumbledore said, ignoring Draco's stingy remark.
"Hermione's here?!?" Draco asked, looking around like if she would stand somewhere in the corridor, "Where is she?"
"She's under the watchful eye of professor McGonagall and madam Pomfrey."
"Is she hurt? What happened to her?"
Dumbledore said nothing and he led Draco up the stairs to his office. He told Draco to take a seat and gave him some tea. A soft whispering came from the paintings fromt the former Headmasters. Draco had the unpleasant feeling that it was about him.
"I can't tell you anything about Miss Granger, before you answered some questions." Dumbledore said.
"Fire away."
Dumbledore took a piece of parchment and put it on his desk. Then he took a quil like Skeeter's, sucked on the top and put it on the parchment.
"Much easier for me, you see." Dumbledore explained, "Alright then, is Miss Granger in love with you?"
"I believe she is...if it hasn't faded away by my stupid behaviour..." Draco muttered.
Dumbledore nodded, while the quil wrote the answer down.
"Do you love her?" Dumbledore asked, looking deeply in Draco's eyes.
Draco was silent for a moment, then he said: "Yes, more and more with every minute."
Draco stared back in Dumbledore's eyes. He thought he saw a twinkle there.
"One more question. Were you and Miss Granger intimate and when?" Dumbledore simply asked.
Draco was dumbstruck. His Headmaster had gone mad. The old man had finally lost his brains. What was that for a kind of question?!?
When he saw that Dumbledore was serious, he muttered: "Yes, I believe it was somewhere in October."
"Were you under the impression that is was her first time?"
Draco went back to his diary in his memory, then said: "It was her first time."
The quil kept writing.
"Why did you need to know that?" Draco asked with a frown, while he took his cup of tea.
Dumbledore folded his hands and observed Draco.
"What I am going to tell you is going to change your life. Momentarily, you stand at the beginning of two roads, it's up to you which to choose."
"Ok, now I really need to know what's going on!" Draco exclaimed, "Everyone seems to be angry at me for a reason I don't know."
"Alright then, Draco...Miss Granger is pregnant."
A teacup fell on the ground with a loud 'KLENG!'
"She's...she's...pregnant?!?" Draco shouted, with a terribly high voice.
"Yes, and after your answers we know for sure who the father is," Dumbledore calmly replied, "You."
Draco swallowed hard, this was the last thing he had expected. He tried to understand everything Dumbledore had said, then he said: "I believe I understand which roads you are talking about: Run away really hard or Stay."
Dumbledore nodded. "I don't have the authorities to force you into anything, nor does your guardian. The choice is yours now. Think about it."
Draco looked at the fragments of his teacup for a moment, then he looked back in the blue eyes of his Headmaster and said: "I've made my choice."
Author's note : And Draco chooses for...I'm not going to tell!!! *Oh my, I really should stop pestering my readers!* Come back and read!
To all the readers : thank you for so much reviews!!!! I was lovely surprised when I looked in my mailbox! Please keep reviewing like that, it helps me to go on with making new chapters!
Lenne Hime : Speed is a need, that's what good service is all about! :-)
Butterscotchwarrior : are you a student of Trewlaney's? You almost got every question you asked right ;-)
Tish24 : I love that you love it!
Nitengale and Vilmathien : Harry and Draco friends?!? That's like mixing water with oil! But I'll think about it :-)
* It's not our abilities that show what we truly are, it is our choices - Albus Dumbledore*
Harry looked like a house-elf. His eyes were big and it looked like he was getting ready to bump his head against the wall.
"You...you..." was all he could stutter, while he patted Hermione helpless on her back.
Hermione hid herself in Harry's robes. She was so ashamed. What did she have to do now? She didn't have a home, no money, no finished education,...
She felt a sudden cold breeze when Harry let go off her. She looked up. Harry walked to the Great Hall.
Hermione was confused. Was Harry angry at her because she was expecting a child from his enemy? Was he going to abandone her like that?
But she was wrong, for as far as she could see he was going to beat up the father of her child. Realising this, she began to run after Harry. But the doors slammed shut in front of her and she couldn't even open them with 'Alohomora'.
"Harry, NO!" she yelled through the doors.
But Harry didn't listen to her, he ran straight to Draco who was the only one left in the Great Hall. Before Draco knew what was going on he got a fist in the face.
"You filthy bastard!" Harry yelled, while he tried to hit Draco where ever he could.
Recovering from the shock, Draco managed to grab Harry's wrists and fling him against the wall.
"What's your problem?" Draco hissed, while some blood ran from a cut above his eye.
"You stinking ferret! Ruining Hermione's life like that! Bloody bastard!" Harry screamed. Draco got him pinned against the wall, but Harry refused to calm down. He slammed his head against Draco's, making Draco take a few steps back.
Draco raised his fists in defence. If Potter wouldn't calm down, he was in for a rough fight. Harry wanted to kick him in the stomach, but Draco took his foot and pushed him on the floor. Before Harry could stand up, Draco put his foot on Harry's chest. He drew his wand and wanted to curse Harry, but his wand shot out of his hand when Dumbledore whispered 'Accio wand'.
'Stupify' was all he said next, and two rays of light paralized Draco and Harry.
The boys lay on the floor with their eyes wide open. Dumbledore came to them, humming a Christmas song. Snape and McGonagall came running into the Great Hall, looking confused by what they saw. Dumbledore removed the charm and the boys started to move again.
"You will both receive punishment," Dumbledore said, "But first, I would like Draco to follow me to my office to discuss something very important. Harry, please go to the infirmary."
Harry glared one more time at Draco and left the Great Hall. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Draco followed Dumbledore, wondering why McGonagall looked so angry at him.
They were walking through an empty corridor with a view on the forbidden forest, when Dumbledore asked: "Draco, do you know why Mr Potter attacked you?"
"Potter seems to think that I've ruined Hermione's life all of a sudden.I think those ten years he's lost cost him some brain damage. If he has some brains, that is."
"Miss Granger returned to Hogwarts." Dumbledore said, ignoring Draco's stingy remark.
"Hermione's here?!?" Draco asked, looking around like if she would stand somewhere in the corridor, "Where is she?"
"She's under the watchful eye of professor McGonagall and madam Pomfrey."
"Is she hurt? What happened to her?"
Dumbledore said nothing and he led Draco up the stairs to his office. He told Draco to take a seat and gave him some tea. A soft whispering came from the paintings fromt the former Headmasters. Draco had the unpleasant feeling that it was about him.
"I can't tell you anything about Miss Granger, before you answered some questions." Dumbledore said.
"Fire away."
Dumbledore took a piece of parchment and put it on his desk. Then he took a quil like Skeeter's, sucked on the top and put it on the parchment.
"Much easier for me, you see." Dumbledore explained, "Alright then, is Miss Granger in love with you?"
"I believe she is...if it hasn't faded away by my stupid behaviour..." Draco muttered.
Dumbledore nodded, while the quil wrote the answer down.
"Do you love her?" Dumbledore asked, looking deeply in Draco's eyes.
Draco was silent for a moment, then he said: "Yes, more and more with every minute."
Draco stared back in Dumbledore's eyes. He thought he saw a twinkle there.
"One more question. Were you and Miss Granger intimate and when?" Dumbledore simply asked.
Draco was dumbstruck. His Headmaster had gone mad. The old man had finally lost his brains. What was that for a kind of question?!?
When he saw that Dumbledore was serious, he muttered: "Yes, I believe it was somewhere in October."
"Were you under the impression that is was her first time?"
Draco went back to his diary in his memory, then said: "It was her first time."
The quil kept writing.
"Why did you need to know that?" Draco asked with a frown, while he took his cup of tea.
Dumbledore folded his hands and observed Draco.
"What I am going to tell you is going to change your life. Momentarily, you stand at the beginning of two roads, it's up to you which to choose."
"Ok, now I really need to know what's going on!" Draco exclaimed, "Everyone seems to be angry at me for a reason I don't know."
"Alright then, Draco...Miss Granger is pregnant."
A teacup fell on the ground with a loud 'KLENG!'
"She's...she's...pregnant?!?" Draco shouted, with a terribly high voice.
"Yes, and after your answers we know for sure who the father is," Dumbledore calmly replied, "You."
Draco swallowed hard, this was the last thing he had expected. He tried to understand everything Dumbledore had said, then he said: "I believe I understand which roads you are talking about: Run away really hard or Stay."
Dumbledore nodded. "I don't have the authorities to force you into anything, nor does your guardian. The choice is yours now. Think about it."
Draco looked at the fragments of his teacup for a moment, then he looked back in the blue eyes of his Headmaster and said: "I've made my choice."
Author's note : And Draco chooses for...I'm not going to tell!!! *Oh my, I really should stop pestering my readers!* Come back and read!
To all the readers : thank you for so much reviews!!!! I was lovely surprised when I looked in my mailbox! Please keep reviewing like that, it helps me to go on with making new chapters!
Lenne Hime : Speed is a need, that's what good service is all about! :-)
Butterscotchwarrior : are you a student of Trewlaney's? You almost got every question you asked right ;-)
Tish24 : I love that you love it!
Nitengale and Vilmathien : Harry and Draco friends?!? That's like mixing water with oil! But I'll think about it :-)