Daphne was ecstatic. Juicy information. Yes, yes, she'd promised not to tell anyone at the school, and she would keep that promise. After all, she really didn't need to. Though, that didn't mean Daphne wouldn't enjoy Draco's stress, not to mention confusion until the girl found out. Heels clicking against the marble floor, Daphne forgot she'd agreed to wait for Ron. Instead she was heading toward the owlery. She had to tell someone, even if they weren't at the school. Daphne knew one girl who would love to know Draco had gotten someone pregnant.
Pansy. Not to mention, Daphne loved the idea of rubbing it in Pansy's face that the golden girl, wonder bra of the Gryffindor Trio was pregnant with Draco's child. The same Draco, Pansy had tried to two years to have a child with. As she wrote the letter, the malicious smile on her lips never wavered.
"Make sure that you're no where near her when she reads it." Daphne rubbed a knuckle down the silver feathers of her owl. Big green blinking, a soft 'who' following. "She's going to be angry, and she's going to throw things. I don't want you to get hurt." Daphne fed the Serendipity a treat, before sending the owl away. Watching the silver wings disappear over the orange horizon, her smile growing. She knew it wouldn't be long, eight hours at the most, before she received a letter from Pansy. Maybe even a fireplace call.
Draco was in a bind, best he could figure it anyway.
Did he go up to the girl he found himself becoming rapidly enamored with, tell her that she's pregnant, despite what she might think, and that he was the sole cause of that pregnancy?
Or did he go up to the girl he found himself becoming rapidly enamored with, walk right past her, and wait until the entire school finds out about the bundle of joy she's carrying between her legs.
He let his head fall back on the wall in front of him. Ten minutes. It'd been ten minutes since Daphne had left him in the broom cupboard. Draco hadn't moved, though his body had remained still, Draco's mind moved at blindly speeds. Ideas. Ideas. Ideas. No solution. His options didn't look good. How long did he have? Two weeks at most? Maybe three or four if Hermione found out later than Daphne had. After all the girl did have her plate full.
Stress, yes she was under a lot of stress. Draco swallowed hard, he wasn't clueless. When he was thirteen his mother had lost a baby because of the stress his father had put her under. Draco didn't want her to lost the baby, how the hell would he convince her to take it easy without giving her the reason?
"Not that she'd listen to me." Draco mused to himself, taking that moment to step out of the cupboard. Now he needed different advice. The question was, who in the hell would he tell? Daphne, he regretted that already. The girl wouldn't tell anyone but damn did she have information on him now.
He could tell Weaselette. What was her name? Jennifer? No. Ginevra. Ginny. If he told her though. Draco swallowed rubbing the back of his neck remembering a certain hex she'd preformed before. She'd surely attack him, simply out of principle. It was her best friend after all. If he told Potter, the chances of attack were just as great. Either Potter would attack him, or he'd tell his wife to be and he'd still get attacked. The Gryfindor's were his best bet though.
Despite the train-wreck of his thoughts, a soft giggle hit Draco's ears. Walking past him, hand in hand, Luna and Theo were talking in low tones. From the look on Theo's face, he was telling Luna something Draco would never want to know about.
Luna.
She wouldn't hit him. Draco didn't think she would even curse him. Yes, Luna would do perfectly.
"Theo! Hey! Can I talk to the two of you for a minute?" Draco asked new life in his steps as he hurried to catch up with his friend, despite the boggled look on his face. Theo hadn't missed Draco's words. Never had he imagined Draco would want to talk to him, and to his girlfriend. He didn't think Draco hated Luna, but he didn't seem overly fond of the girl either. Probably her sweet disposition rubbed the boy wrong.
"Are you going to take us to a broom cupboard as well?" Luna's words stilled Draco's steps. Draco's grey eyes flickered to Theo's brown ones that lit up with mirth. "There's a larger one a flight up, unless you have a preference to the one you were in with Daphne." Luna's smile made Draco narrow his eyes.
"Girl doesn't miss anything. Part of the reason that I love her so." Theo wrapped an arm around Luna's waist, kissing her on the forehead. "We were just making bets on whether or not something significant happened in the closet. Judging from the smile on Daphne's face, I think Luna owes me 10 Galleons." Theo smirked, looking at Draco for validation.
"You're still not right Theo, let's listen to what he has to say. Daphne is in Slytherin after all. She could have been planning something positively diabolical." Draco almost laughed as the word diabolical left Luna's mouth. In her voice, with her big blue eyes, the word just didn't fit.
"Is your insinuation that all Slytherin's plan something diabolical when they are smiling?" Draco asked trying to clear his head. He couldn't remember why in the hell he'd been stupid enough to stop the two of them. Draco immediately regretted looking up as the love-struck, creepily lust-filled, look Luna gave Theo made him want to gag. She didn't even look at Draco when she spoke. Instead her large, crystal blue eyes bore into Theo's, a smile growing on her face, no teeth, all lips.
"I don't know about you but, if Theo's smiling something diabolical is definitely going on."
"Luna." Theo growled moving down to kiss the girl. Draco held his hands up, knowing that if they continued on their path, he would indeed vomit.
"Nothing happened in the broom cupboard. Nothing of interest any way, and yes Daphne probably is planning something. I needed to talk to her, it was important. Just as this conversation is important." Thankfully for Draco, that caught Theo and Luna's attention. The girl elbowed him with a smile.
"You owe me 10 galleons."
"Yes, yes, that's wonderful. You won the bet, now moving on. Luna." Draco placed his hands together, almost pointing them at the girl. "I need a favor from you." Luna's gossamer brow arched. "I need you to somehow, convince Ginny to convince Hermione to take it easy. Less stress." Theo immediately began to laugh. Though Luna continued to look at Draco in wonder. Probably wondering why he cared at all.
"Well, that's quite interesting." Luna mused looking at Theo, who was now holding his stomach, attempting to control his laughter.
"Yes, I'm sure it's very interesting." Draco began to pace, glaring at Theo as he laughed. "Why the bloody hell are you laughing Theo?" He burst out.
"You're standing here, trying to convince my girlfriend, to convince her friend, to convince her friend, that she needs to take it easy? It's a little ironic mate, you've got to admit that." Draco, despite his anger, nodded. It was indeed an ironic statement.
"Wonderful. It's ironic. Will you do it?" Luna wrapped her arm around Theo. Largely ignoring Draco's angry outbursts.
"I take it that even if I do agree you won't explain why?" Luna mused. Draco shook his head. No, Draco couldn't risk telling another person not yet. Not until he told Hermione. "I'm guessing that if you're asking me, some where in that funny head of course you've got feeling's for Hermione and you think that you're protecting her by getting me to convince Ginny, Hermione's best friend, that she needs to take it easy." God the girl was smart, Draco could see why Theo liked her. Luna stared at Draco for a long moment, probably weighing whether or not he had good intention. "I'll do it. I'll tell Ginny that Hermione's been looking peckish, needs to rest more. Ginny will hop on the band wagon, of that you can be sure."
"Thank you." Luna nodded, pulling Theo away with her, tugging on his sweater to whisper something in his ear. Draco relaxed, though only slightly. One problem down, seventeen-thousand to go.