Draco's hands were driving me crazy. They were very fond of my hips and my front, though they liked pulling at my hair to give access to my neck. Merlin, his mouth... it was so dirty yet so heavenly at the same time. Mum would kill me if she knew what I was doing to her best friends son, but I'm pretty sure he's as much at fault as I am.

Draco rolled off of me and sighed, kissing my neck. His touch sent me into a wave of ecstasy and seconds later, I was on top of him.

"Merlin you drive me crazy." He whispered, pulling me to his body. Bloody hell, his touch was captivating...

"Greengrass, Andy wants you in his office."

The memory was ruined by the sound of Gerard's voice. I sighed, rubbing my face as I leaned against the coffee counter. I suppose I should admit I'm lucky it took him three weeks to find out. Seeings how pissed off Malfoy was, I was expecting to lose my job the second I entered the Ministry. Fortunately, Andy was on vacation with Daphne... ugh, as if my mood could get any worse. How my life ended up this dramatic is beyond me.

I walked down the hallway, unbuttoning the top three buttons of my robes. If they had nothing else in common, my sister and her fiancée were both perverts. If my value to this facility couldn't save my career, hopefully clavicle would. I opened Andy's door to find him reading the paper. I closed the door silently, sitting at the chair in front of his desk.

"Was it good?" He asked.

I raised a brow, lost. "Excuse me?"

"Malfoy, Astoria! He must have been since you risked the reputation of this newspaper for a shag!" The Scottish man threw his paper down and rose, his face reddening. Sadly, this wasn't as bad as I have seen him. "You could have chosen to lose your ethics as a reporter with anyone in this city, but you chose him? Sebastien Schwinger wants me to fire you for nearly breaking a gag order on the Sumner case and Lucius Malfoy wants me to make sure you don't get another career above being a bar maid in Hogsmead!"

I bit my lip, sighing. "Andy, my original intentions didn't include shagging him."

"That's what happened!" He bellowed. "Your Mum is furious with you and your Dad told Daphne he wants to disown you!"

Of course I wouldn't hear about this from them. Things have been tense with my parent's since I announced I was dropping my law classes to become a journalist. I only see my parent's once a month now and they've grown accustomed to stabbing me in the back when I wasn't looking.

"As if they didn't when they kicked me out." I stated, looking at him. "Andy, my plan was to warm up to him and get a few details by shaking my hips. I didn't..."

"Didn't what?" The Scottish man demanded, his eye softening. I had some upper hands in my relationship with my editor.

"There was so much chemistry between us." I admitted shamefully. "I mean, I'll admit I had a major crush on him at school but I only went as far as his best mate. The way Malfoy looked at me last night..."

Andy bit his lip, sitting back in his seat. The cleavage wasn't working but my unintentional guilt factor was. My editor has been dating my sister for three years now. Around Christmas time last year, they were going through a temporary break-up and I had just dumped my fiancée for cheating on me. During the annual Christmas Party, Andy and I both drank until we were plastered and ended up playing a game of strip poker after everyone left. What happened after that is beyond me but I woke up the next morning on top of the lounge table with him in our birthday suites. Shortly after that, Andy made up with Daphne and told her about it. My sister hasn't talked to me for four weeks now and he hasn't talked about sex with me until now.

"The reputation of this newspaper is on the heads of it's writers and we have to follow the rules, Tori. Don't let it happen again. I'll chase off Schwinger and Malfoy or threaten to write about what really went on at the Board of Directors conference is Fiji last year when their wifes weren't around."

I smiled and rose, nodding to him thankfully. Before I left he pulled me into his arms and hugged me deeply, putting his chin on my head. I never had any brothers growing up but right now, Andy might as well be one. I squeezed him back just as I felt a pressure rise in my throat. I pushed him away and ran to his trashcan, vomiting. "You should take the rest of the day off, Tori."

"Thanks for informing me of the obvious Andy."

I picked up some saltines and ginger ale on my way home and then stopped for a quart of ice cream. I had been eating a lot of sherbet the past two weeks and despite the slight weight gain, I didn't care. I decided it was part of this flue bug I had. I caught up on reading my mail when I arrived home and instantly regretted it. Travis had sent me a letter a few weeks back, announcing his return from his honey-moon with the other woman. He wanted to have lunch with me and make up for the hell he put me through. I laughed coldly and threw it in the fire of my flat. Mum had sent me three invitations for garden partied with Miss Zabini and Mrs. Malfoy. I rolled my eyes, figuring I wasn't welcomed anymore.

After that I crawled up in a blanket with the Prophet and laughed at Ginny Potter's reports on the latest Quidditch match. Wasn't she a month along with her third? I skimmed through the paper and found an announcement saying that my Dad had been accepted as a judge for the Ministry of Magic. I gritted my jaw, seeing him and Daphne hugging and laughing in the photograph. I doubt she even knew how big of a deal this was, beyond the pay increase. I changed to Witch Weekly and summoned a bowl of ice cream when I saw 'Britain Most Eligible.' Somehow, the minister had beat both Northland and Malfoy. That must have been a real ego blower. I glanced at the magazine date and realized it was three weeks old. Laughing, I threw it on my table. Just when I was about the fall asleep, I found myself running to the loo to vomit once more.

A week later, I was still vomiting and had gained seven pounds. I was scattered brain and moody as the Bloody Baron. After getting yelled at over eating my last sherbet bar in the break room, Andy ordered me to see a healer.

"Bloody hell, it's a damn popsicle!" He stated matter-of-factly as the majority of our team snickered with amusement. "Have you gone bipolar?"

"No, I'm just tired of you claiming what is mine is yours! My sister, my parent's and now my sherbet bars!"

"Well guess what, Sweet-heart. I would rather deal with both Daph and Amy on their monthly than you right now! Bloody hell, you sister wasn't lying when she said your PMS was dangerous."

"I'm not on mine, thank you very much!" I snapped.

"Well then you're about to start yours!" Andy answered back, making all men in the room stare in awe at his knowledge. "All the bloody women in their family unit co-inside with the Curse of Eve. Daphne finished two days ago."

"Sure." They all stated sarcastically in unison. Apparently our editor didn't find it amusing.

"Get back to work or all of you are bloody fired!"

The team stormed out of the room as he prepared to leave but I stopped him.

"When did Daph start?" I asked. He glared at me cautiously. "I'm serious, I need to know."

"Wednesday." The Scottish man admitted."Why?"

"Bloody hell..." I muttered. I always started a few days before Daphne, about five before Mum. So my sister started seven days ago, and it had been two since she stopped. That meant I was ten days late. "I need to take the afternoon off for that doctors appointment." "Good." Andy said, thinking he had won an argument. "If you need me, I'll be in my- not yours-my office."

Deciding not to call my employer on his PMS, I headed straight to my healer. Luckily, Cho stays in the office during lunch and was able to squeeze me in for a quick appointment. When I told her what was going on, she figured out my fears. The Asian woman pulled her wand and pointed it at my stomach, nodding. "Well, I'm sorry to say your suspicions are accurate. You're a month pregnant."

The whole world seemed to fall at that instant. "Please, tell me you're joking. I can't be pregnant."

"Unless you didn't have sex a month ago to this day... Do you not remember it?" She asked, worried.

"No, I do. I just... I don't remember if I used a Contraceptive Spell or not."

"Obviously you didn't. By law, I need you to fill out parental health history so I can refer you to a birthing healer." She handed me a packet. The second I saw the title 'paternal/fathering parent' I stood up and stormed out of the office.

I picked up chocolate coated sherbet bars this time and ate until I stopped crying. When I finished eight, I started thinking of what I was going to do. First, I had to tell Draco. Damn it, I could have shagged Sebastien Schwinger and it would have worked out easier. He would have just paid me off and sent me away to raise the baby. But the Malfoy's reputation wouldn't call for that, nor would the Greengrass's. Bloody-damn-Merlin-hell...

There was a sharp knock on my door and I rose, wiping my eyes. I opened the door and my eyes widened as I met my sisters. She was soaking wet in a trench, looking at me sadly.

"Hey Tori."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, confused. "I thought you hated my guts."

"Just in the neighborhood." She told me, shivering. "Can I come in? I'm freezing my arse off."

I nodded and walked back into my flat. I snapped my fingers and a towel flew from my bathroom to her hands. Daphne smiled, smirking. "You were always better than me at that. Hell, at a lot of things."

"Like what?" I asked her.

"Getting Dad's affection, wandless magic and also being a good friend." She told me, drying her hair. "Andy told me that he felt nothing, and neither did you. You were just being there for an friend... who I almost threw away because of my pettiness. I apparently do the same thing to my family as I do my lovers. I owe you a lot more than an apology, Tori, but I love you. You're my sister and I hate us not talking to each other. We always had our differences but we were always there for each other."

I nodded, looking back at her. "I know. I'm sorry too... I was equally as upset that night. Travis leaving me, for Pansy Parkinson of all people!"

Daphne smiled, her 'gossip girl' face shining. "Guess who she left?"

"Who?"

"The guy you 'seduced to illegally posses evidence'."

"Bloody hell..." I sighed as we plopped on my couch.

We each grabbed a sherbet bar and soon began talking about everything that could take my mind off my pregnancy. Apparently it didn't work that well.

"So, altogether, how was Draco? I mean, I know we both crushed on him in school. But was the fantasy as good as the reality?"

I sighed, biting my lip. "Scale or Grade?"

"Grade?"

"First or second time?"

"You filthy slut!" Daphne squealed turning to me and slapping my knee. "Spill, now!"

"Straight 'O's and extra credit for the hickey on the second round." I slipped down my robe collar to show of the almost faded bite mark. The red head, fell back laughing as I started my interrogation. "Tell me, truthfully. Does Andy do that funny grunt with you?"

"Only when he's really plastered." She admitted. "He hates cuddling and I don't know why."

I licked the last of my pop and laughed. "His ex once slept with a Muggle sailor and then went and slept with him. The guy smelt like trout and he instantly knew what she'd done. His insecure part gets freaked out over the thought every time."

"I don't blame him." Daphne sat up, wrinkling her nose as she went to grab another bar. "That's just nasty... hey Tori?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you have pregnancy forms on your coffee table?"

The air suddenly went thick. I stared at her face and finished off the bar I was on. After that, I sighed and decided the first step in this was accepting it.

"I tracked Draco down at the club to persuade him to give me an interview. Somehow lost all senses and screwed him. Apparently, during that event, neither one of us cast a Contraceptive Spell."

"Oh Tori." Daphne gave a sad smile before scooting over to hug me. "You are the most amazing person I have ever know!"

"Then why does it feel like I'm a freak of nature." I sobbed, pressing my face into her shoulder. "Merlin Daph, as if Dad doesn't think I'm already a slut."

"It's okay, Baby, I'm here for you. Shh... it'll be okay."

We laid down on the couch, me in my sisters arms as I cried myself to sleep. If nothing else, I had my sisters love.

*HarryPotter!*HarryPotter*!HarryPotter*

I walked to Draco's flat that evening after Daphne had made me promised to do it. Doing it in the rain wasn't the best idea but it was a nice way to clear my head. Merlin, this was going to be awkward. I looked at the doorman and smiled. I had a hunch about this one.

"Bună ziua, domnule. Domnul este în Malfoy?" I asked in Romanian.

He smiled like it was Christmas and put and umbrella over me as he answered. "Da schilodi! În cele din urmă, un Britanie, care cunoaşte o limbă în valoare de ceva pentru mine."

I laughed, blowing him a kiss as I walked into the building to the elevator. Hopefully that laughter would give me courage to finish this. I made it to the penthouse floor just as a familiar black boy met me. He stared at me with an open mouth.

"Astoria?"

I nodded as I stepped out of the elevator, holding it for him. "I haven't see you in awhile, Blaise. Fifth year, Astronomy Tower. You stole my cherry and I stole your crystal cuff links."

"My Mum almost killed me for losing those." He told me, giving a crooked grin. "Are you going to talk to Draco?"

"Yeah." I stated vaguely.

"That's what I thought. But Draco is very serious about work. You scored two 'O's and extra credit in his book."

I smacked his arm, blushing, and told him to go before I hexed him. I stood in front of the door, biting my lip as I knocked. Second later, it was answered.

"What did you forget- What are you doing here?" Draco hissed.

Merlin, he was such a beautiful bastard. "We need to talk. Can I come in? I'm soaked."

"Use a drying charm." He told me, crossing his arms. "I can have you arrested for being here."

I shook my head, smirking. "You Malfoy's and your pride. Just like school, huh?"

I met his stare with as much force. Draco sighed and opened the door wide enough for me to enter through. He closed it behind me and turned to me, his face still.

"What do you want?"

"We need to talk." I looked at him, trying to block the dirty thoughts in my head.

"Sebastien wants you to post an apology letter in your next update on the Sumner Case." Draco told me, running a hand through his hair. His soft, platinum hair. Merlin, it felt good in my fingers...

"I can do that. There's something else though."

His brows knitted together. "What else is there to talk about?"

Did his Quidditch body have to be so visible in that tight, cashmere sweater.

"It's not easy for me to say this." I whispered, not backing down.

Draco nodded and put a hand on my cheek, making me lose all thoughts. He bent forward and gave me a chaste kiss that made me sigh. He pulled back and stared at me, outraged by his own actions.

"Bloody hell... does that help any?"

"Not really." I admitted, felling my stomach turn. If that's what he did to people he hated, I wanted him to despise me. He went in for another kiss but I stepped back.

"I'm pregnant." Good timing, Greengrass!

Suddenly the unexplained Romeo became more serious as his jaw dropped. Draco stared at me with disbelief. "You're what?"

"I'm a month pregnant. I found out today."

He looked liked his life was flashing before his eyes. "Are you sure it's mine?"

My eyes slitted at his question. "What is that suppose to mean?"

"I always use a Contraceptive Spell." Draco told me matter-of-factly.

"So do I." I agreed. "But this baby is exactly one month old and I haven't slept with anyone else since then."

He ran a hand through his hair again and swore. "Damn it, why-bloody-me?"

"Oh cry me a bloody river! I'm the one labeled a conniving whore but who cares about my reputation! I'm only one of the top political analysts for the government paper!"

"Poor you! My family is the second wealthiest in this country and I work for the most accomplished law firm this generation has seen!" Draco bellowed like a child having a fit. "You realize everyone knows what you did to me and if I help you"-

"Help me? There's no help to it, you bastard!You're responsible for fifty percent of this!" I pointed matter of factly to my slightly curved abdomen. I was so angry by his words I could kill him! "Just say that you don't want any part of this so I can go on my way!"

Maybe it was the memory of him breathing my name. Or the fact taste of his mouth was still on mine. Or perhaps the way his anger made his cheeks glow. For some reason, I attacked his mouth and he soon slammed me against the door while answering my kiss back. I ran my fingers through his hair again as he opened his mouth and Frenched me roughly. He untied the scarf I was wearing and trailed his mouth down to my throat, biting at my skin. I had the feeling this was somehow going to become a pattern with us. The door under my back opened and I fell against Draco, landing on the floor. Blaise stared at us, his eyes wide. His stare landed on our breathless forms and our red faces.

"And I was worried about you two killing each other."

The young Malfoy glared at him as I rose, catching my breath. "I have to go. We should discuss this some other time, Draco."

"How about dinner on Wednesday?" He asked, rising.

I nodded, not meeting his eyes. "Sure. Owl me the details and I'll be there."

I decided this was to blame of my current hormonal balance... wait, did he just ask me on a date?