So this is a shorter chapter (sorry). I've been a little busy the past few days babysitting so I haven't had quite as much time to write. I'm actually really enjoying writing this story & I hope you enjoy reading it! Once again, I suck at editing my own work, so if there are any obvious mistakes please let me know. Thank-you so much for the favourites, follows & reviews ... I really appreciate it!

I could feel Scorpius pull away from me, I could see the confusion and panic darting through his eyes as he backed away from me slowly.

"I'm pregnant" I stated again dully, my hands over my face and my crying becoming uncontrollable.

"Rosie, how? are you sure? Is it mine?" He ran his hands through his already tousled hair and paced in front of me.

I stared at the ground, feeling the anger and hurt well up inside me.

"Of course it's yours you idiot", I yelled at him angrily, forgetting momentarily that I should be keeping it quiet, "what do you think I am? a slut?! That I just run around having sex with everyone and anyone?" I screamed this as though trying to convince myself that I wasn't in fact just some dumb whore.

I slid to the floor my entire body shaking with my sobs.

"No, shit, I didn't mean it like that." Scorpius shook his head wildly, running his hands through his hair roughly "I'm just shocked and .. I just don't know what to say." He shook his head again, his eyes wide with conflicting emotions. He slid down to sit next to me.

We sat there in silence, neither of us knowing exactly the right thing to say or do, nothing could make this any better.

"I'm just so scared." I admitted quietly, "I don't know what to do, or how to feel, I just don't seem to know anything anymore." I felt so vulnerable sitting there on the floor, tear-stained and at the mercy of Scorpius' reaction. I knew deep down that I physically could not live through this without his support.

"I know, Rosie", he murmured stroking my hair, "we'll figure this out somehow."

I looked at him a little surprised at his use of 'we'. Of Scorpius' many positive attributes selflessness was usually not one of them, he was much more of a 'me' or 'I' sort of person. I guess I hadn't really expected him to take any responsibility for my situation, well our situation, at all.

He looked at my somewhat shocked expression and grimaced, "Merlin, Rose, you didn't expect me to run off and leave you alone, did you? It does take two people to make something like this happen you know." He stated rather sardonically, gesturing towards my tummy. He tentatively reached out a hand to caress my stomach through the thin cotton of my nightgown. His voice turned gruffed, "Fuck, what are we going to do".

"That really is the question, Mr. Malfoy." A stern voice resounded from further down the corridor. We both looked up to see none other than Professor McGonagall stepping out of the shadows.

I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment. Scorpius & I sat with an awkward distance between us on the couch that McGonagall had hastily conjured in front of her large desk. Despite her extreme old age, she was unwilling to retire from her role as headmistress at Hogwarts. I highly doubted she had much else to look forward to in life. I looked around the oval-shaped office gloomily. I'd only been in here once before when Anne had included me in one of her more dramatic pranks. I definitely wasn't a troublemaker by nature, sometimes I just got caught up in some compromising situations. The walls were painted a deep red colour and the entire room was lined with gold framed portraits of old headmasters. My eyes fell on the portrait of Albus Dumbledore whom my cousin had been named after. He looked quite amused, he winked at me and gave me a knowing smile. I blushed profusely and looked away quickly. My Dad had always said he was a bit of a nutcase, a genius, but still as nutty as anything. Professor Mcgonagall sat down at her desk, staring at Scorpius and I with an unreadable expression on her face.

"First, I would like to make it clear how very, very disappointed I am with the both of you. As you both very well know", she cleared her throat awkwardly, searching for the right words to use, "intimacy of that degree is not permitted at Hogwarts."

I nearly laughed out loud at that remark, however backwards the Hogwarts staff may have been about relationships, it was a well-known fact that nearly half of Hogwarts senior students were sexually active or had done the dirty deed within the walls of the castle at least once.

"Under normal circumstances, knowledge of your actions would have resulted in expulsion, but in light of this rather unfortunate turn of events I believe it would be cruel to both you and your future son or daughter to punish you any further."

I was sure she added the son or daughter bit just to make me feel even worse than I already did, I paled at the reality of the situation. All I could do was nod my head silently without meeting her eyes. Under normal circumstances I may have been a bit more vocal about the unfairness of the situation. I wasn't the only one who'd had sex in this school and yet I was the only one being ridiculed for it simply because I was pregnant. In a few months everyone else would know about my situation too and they would no doubt be passing the same judgement, no matter how hypocritical or unfair. I just couldn't seem to muster my usual Weasley courage and fire to defend myself.

Scorpius cleared his throat nervously, "Are you going to be, um, notifying our families?" I could see the fear plainly in Scorpius' face, hear it in the strained tone to his voice. Let me just say, it took a lot to instill fear in Scorpius Malfoy. Bravery was an unlikely yet undeniable trait present in the pure-blood slytherin, and one he had most likely inherited from his Mother. I'd heard awful stories about Draco Malfoy, and none that involved bravery, courage or chivalry.

"Oh no, Mr. Malfoy, I assure you that I will not be notifying your families", she let her composure slip briefly as a smile of amusement crossed her face, "I would have to be suicidal to be the one telling your parents of this particular transgression", she snorted at the idea of it. "There are only 2 weeks until Christmas vacation, I expect that you will break the news to your respective families in the whatever way you see fit." She paused for a moment, "I am sure you are well aware of the rivalry between your families ... I wish you both the best of luck."

It really got me thinking. The fact remained that I was pregnant with a baby that would bear the last name Malfoy. One that would likely have Scorpius' blonde hair, or at least his grey eyes. He or she would likely be sorted into Slytherin, as every Malfoy was and had been for centuries. My family was not going to be happy. It kind of hit me right there, the irony of the situation. The one and only family that my own hated was the same one that they'd now be tied irrevocably to, whether or not they liked it ... and they definitely wouldn't like it. My only hope was that eventually they'd learn to live with it.

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