"Class," Snape began a few minutes later, "Today we will be making a potion that heals internal organs, particularly the stomach. The potion isn't that difficult, but if done incorrectly, when drank, it has very obvious effects to show that the potion is incorrect. You will be making this potion with the person to your left or right, and then testing it. If done correctly, and you do not have an internal injury, than it will have no effect. One of the ingredients is a bit costly however, so I will pass out just enough to each pair for one person. If you screw it up, than you fail, and you're not getting more of this ingredient, and the potion cannot be made without it," He explained. He made the instructions appear on the board and then began passing out the special ingredient: powdered sphinx claw. When he came to Oliver and I he hesitated for a moment.

"Ms. Grier," He said thoughtfully, (as in full of thought, not kindness), "You and you're partner are not permitted to do this assignment. Instead you two need to make an antidote for the Draught of Living Death."

"Why?" Oliver asked. Snape cut his eyes to me.

"Do not question me again or its points off," He snapped back.

"Why won't you answer the question?" I asked him in a level tone, I too was curious why we were making something different.

"Fine, you two cannot make this potion due to your condition Ms. Grier. Would you like me to elaborate more for you two or do you comprehend that?" He growled.

"No professor." With that he continued walking.

"What the fuck was he talking about Fallon?" Oliver asked me, confused.

"I don't know," I replied.

"Then why don't we have him 'elaborate'," Oliver used air quotes as he started to get up.

"NO!" I said much louder than I intended to. Oliver sat down and looked at me.

"Fallon, what is going on?" He asked urgently

"Nothing, its nothing Oliver. I don't know what he's talking about but our assignment is easier anyway-" He cut me off.

"Fallon, what aren't you bloody telling me?" He asked.

"Oliver, I'm not keeping anything from you! And even if I were, every single part of my life isn't laid on a silver platter for you," I argued, my voice now rising a bit.

"Fallon! We do everything together, so I know pretty much everything. Its not like I'm asking you tell me anything I don't already know," Oliver replied, his voice rising to match mine.

"Wood, Grier-" Snape began to intervene, but we pressed on as if we hadn't heard him.

"Oliver, you don't know every bloody thing about my life! I don't know why in the hell you think you do, but you don't," I allowed my voice to rise again.

"Its because I've been your friend for the last seven years!" Oliver retorted.

"So you think that means you know everything?" I yelled now.

"Yes," He answered.

"Wood, Grier!" Snape yelled.

"What?" We screamed at him at the same time.

"Fifty Points from Gryffindor for interrupting my class! Now sit down," He ordered.

"Great Oliver, now you've lost us a ton of the points I won us yesterday!" I argued at him.

"Points that you won? Where was I during that game?" He yelled back.

"Saving goals. I didn't see you scoring any though!" I replied.

"That's rich. Very nice Fallon," He replied angrily.

"Grier!" Snape roared.

"You know what, shut up! You hate Gryffindors without reason so you're due for some pay back anyway you git," And I stormed out before he could say another word.

Oliver stared at the door in shock, as did everyone else. The room was eerily silent.

Finally Snape broke said silence, "Wood, I believe you'll need to partner with someone else now. And you're to do the normal assignment." Oliver, still in shock looked at Snape as if he'd just sprouted a tentacle. Oliver just shook his head numbly, grabbed his bag and ran out of the room after me. Everyone just sat there for a moment, before Snape ordered, "Get to work you lot."

I walked swiftly through the dungeons and into the entrance hall, near the grand staircase when Oliver finally caught up to me.

"Fallon, what the hell just happened?" He said breathlessly.

"That, Oliver, is an argument. It tends to happen when two people don't agree, or one acts as if he knows everything," I replied rudely.

"No, I mean, when have you ever kept anything from me," He asked as he mounted the staircase and he reached the one right below me. "You've never kept anything from me."

"That you're aware of," I replied trying to level my tone.

"What have you ever kept from me?" Oliver said skeptically.

"If I kept it from you then, why would I tell you now?" I retorted logically. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Fine, you want to know? I didn't tell you that I'd liked you since fifth year, I just allowed you to think this was something recent. I never told you that this summer I nearly went out with Roger Davies-" I was cut off.

"You almost went out with Davies?" Oliver grew angry again.

"Yes, you were still being oblivious!" I replied getting angry that he would be mad over something petty.

"But he's Davies!" Oliver argued

"He's also your friend! And your rival not mine!"

"Any other secrets you'd care to share?" Oliver shouted nastily, yes we were shouting again.

"All right, I never bothered to tell you that you smell worse than anything I've ever smelt after a match, and I live with Braeden so that saying something," I replied nastily, "Your mean on a hangover, you play like shit on a full stomach, and I'm p-" I'd spiraled out of control to my anger at this point. We were both full on yelling, not even really paying attention to the growing number of people in the hall. Thank god McGonagall came in when she did, or else…well, I'd come really close to saying something I didn't want to.

"Fallon! Oliver! What in heavens name are you two arguing about?" She barked as she came out of her classroom. Both of us stood silent, like deer caught in the headlight. "You two, come with me," She ordered, then to her class she commanded, "You start working on the essay I just assigned. Go back to your classes you lot. All of you."

McGonagall headed off in the direction of her office knowing we would follow. Oliver got to one side of the hall and I got to the other side. Once at her office we filed in and sat in the chairs in front of her desk.

"Now what were you two arguing about," McGonagall asked.

"Nothing professor," I replied quietly. She shifted her gaze to Oliver and he didn't hesitate to tell her the whole story.

"And to sum it up, basically there's something she's not telling me, and she's getting angry that I won't leave it alone, but she should know I'm concerned."

McGonagall sighed and shook her head, "Oliver, you'll have to learn there are really some things that you have to wait on women to tell you. This is one of those things."

"Wait, you know?" He asked startled. "She knows?" He turned his attention to me.

"Mr. Wood sit down!" McGonagall ordered. He did so like a trained puppy.

"I'm sorry," He mumbled.

"Now then, as I was saying, it is none of your business what Ms. Grier chooses not to tell you. You have to respect that. Ms. Grier, you must learn to either control your temper, keep what you don't want known quieter, or tell whatever it is. I can't make you two make up, but you are co-captains, so you'll have to be able to work together, and on top of that I demand that there not be any more disturbances. Clear?" She ordered. We nodded our heads. "I'm going to be kind, and let the punishment of the points being removed stand. No detention, and you're lucky that Severus was too flabbergasted by what you said to assign you any detention. You're free to go," She finished with a smirk as she spoke of Severus.

We left her office walking in silence in the same direction, the Gryffindor common room. Along the way, Oliver stopped and began talking though.

"Fallon, we need talk," Oliver began. Damn it, nothing good ever came of those words.

"Oliver, nothing good ever comes from those words," I said quietly.

"No, it doesn't," He agreed sadly, "But you've never not told me anything, or anything of importance anyway. And I don't know what it is, but there's obviously something very important that you're not telling me. It's not like you and…" He trailed off for a moment and looked away before dragging his eyes back to me and continuing, "I think we may need to take a break for a while, because something is going on inside you that you're not telling me. Its screwing us up, and I don't think we're going to get any better until you fix whatever it is that bothering you inside." He finished.

"You don't know the half of what's going on inside me," I replied, thinking of the child, his child, growing in my womb as he spoke.

"Apparently I don't, and I'm not going to unless you tell me. In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm the only one who doesn't know, because a lot of people have been acting very odd towards you lately. McGonagall's been kind, Snape was going to let you do an alternative assignment, hell, Braeden's been acting like you were going to break if you so much as tripped. And you collapsing on our run…it's not like you at all. I want you to tell me what's going on, but I can't make you."

"I want to tell you," I began, choosing my words carefully, "but its not exactly something that I can just spill out to you. And breaking things off with us is only going to push you farther from knowing, not get you any closer. This isn't an internal conflict that I have to solve on my own."

"Well, that's how you feel, but I'm not understanding. When you feel like letting me in on this little secret, let me know," He said rudely and walked off. I watched him go sadly. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I'd nearly told him twice in less than a week. And now, he'd just broken up with me because I hadn't. I suddenly felt weak to the knees and let my back fall against the wall that was right behind me. I sunk down and sat, pulling my knees into my chest. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to rest against the wall.

People began walking by, whispering, and looking at me, but I didn't care. My face was tear stained, and I was numb to them. I didn't even care anymore.

"Fallon?" Someone whispered. I opened my eyes to see an old friend.

"Hey Roger," I replied weakly.

"What's wrong Fal? You've been crying. Where's Oliver? I figured he'd be around consider your new nickname, Oliver's Girl," He asked lightly, trying to cheer me up. Apparently word of what had happened was exactly getting around school as fast as my new nickname, not that it was accurate anymore.

"Oliver decided we should take a break," I replied evenly.

"Damn he's an idiot. C'mon, lets get you out of here. Where's Braeden? Does he have a free period right now?" Roger asked.

"No, he's in Defense Against the Dark Arts right now…I should be there too actually," I replied weakly as I stood up.

"Disagree if you like, but I think you're not quite up to that right now," Roger told me.

"Aren't you supposed to be in there too?" I asked as we started off, where to I didn't know.

"Yeah, but I think it won't kill me to miss some classes," Roger answered. (To my readers, I've just noticed that my story is not following the schedule I wrote in earlier chapters, but it will completely throw off my plot and I didn't realize that when I made the schedule so, just go with this)

"Roger, you shouldn't do that," I stopped and argued.

"Its what friends do, c'mon, lets go," He argued and began walking. I sighed and followed him.

Soon we arrived at a portrait of an old witch on the 2nd floor of the dungeons (meaning the upper dungeons).

"Diem," Roger told the portrait and it swung open to reveal the Ravenclaw common room. Roger walked in and I followed…or attempted to.

"OW! Fuck," I grumbled as I tripped inside the room.

"You all right?" Roger asked.

"Yes, because I trip every day so it doesn't hurt any more," I said sarcastically. Roger rolled his eyes and replied.

"Don't worry, I know you'll be apologizing for that later, you're just in a bad mood right now, with good reason." We went and sat on a couch, and he just sat next to me. We didn't talk, but just him being there was enough. He was showing he cared despite my being, well, moody on him. Suddenly a girl walked in and saw me sitting on the couch with Roger.

"Well, look at you. First you do something to piss off Oliver, and the minute he's gone you already have his replacement," She commented snottily.

"Fuck off bitch," I retorted lazily.

"Don't call me that-" She was about to rant.

"Well, Penelope, you are, so, I agree, fuck off," Roger cut her off. With a hmpf she walked off up the girls stairs.

"Do you want to go up to my dorm? I've got my own quarters since I'm captain too. No one will bother you there," Roger offered. Anyone else I'd be suspicious, but Roger…he was a good guy. I nodded and followed him up to his dorm. He had a smaller couch up there, so we sat on that instead.

"What was the fight over?" Roger asked gently.

"I'm keeping something from Oliver, and he's beginning to know it, and he's mad that I won't tell him, and he thinks he know bloody everything about me, but he doesn't know half of what he thinks he knows," I ranted slightly.

"Well he has known you for quite awhile Fallon," Roger said fairly.

"But still, there's so much he doesn't know about me, that he only thinks he knows," I began distraught, "I used to dance before I came to Hogwarts. And I'm a horrible cook, and the scar on my calf isn't from the bludgers I took in second year like he thinks, it's from when I fell down the stairs in first year. I hate diet anything, and tapioca pudding, and he doesn't know any of this!" I was rather distraught now, "And he didn't know I wanted to accept your offer this summer, and that I'd liked him since fifth year, he thought it was only recent. And he doesn't know that I know all these kinds of things about him, and he doesn't know that I'm allergic to cauliflower, and he doesn't know about how sick I've been, or why people have been treating me differently, and that the child's his, and that it came from the quidditch match and-" I continued ranting, crying, all of this, but I hadn't noticed that Roger had gone wide eyed and stiff. I hadn't realized I'd told him. He simply pulled me in and held me much like Braeden had not long ago.

"And I'm so fucking sick of being this moody, and this crying," I finally finished. Roger just continued to hold me until I was quiet and calm.

"Do you realize what you just told me?" He asked calmly.

"Not really, I was doing a lot of ranting, and I felt incoherent," I replied tiredly.

"I guess you don't realize then that you just told me that you got pregnant at the quidditch match and that it's Oliver's," He informed me, trying to keep calm.

I turned around to look at him. I stared for a moment before calmly saying,

"Roger, don't say anything to anyone please. Oliver doesn't even know yet. I was planning to tell him later," I asked of him, trying to stay calm.

"Don't worry, I'd never spread something like that around. Now, would you like to tell me the full details of how this happened and somehow he doesn't know?" He asked.

"Scotland won. We all got drunk. I woke up beside him, naked. We did a pregnancy spell, and I lied and told him I wasn't pregnant. That's pretty much it. I didn't want to tell him straight away because you know Oliver would probably have proposed right then and there, and give up his dreams and-"

"What about yours?" Roger asked calmly.

"My parent have agreed to look after the child until I'm out of Hogwarts, once its born. I can do as I please really," I replied softly.

"Do you realize how fucking amazing you are?" Roger asked.

"Why would you say that?" I asked surprised.

"Because you care enough about him to take all of this on yourself so that he won't do something stupid," Roger replied as though it were natural.

"I'm not completely on my own. My parents know, as does Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey and Braeden," I explained.

"That would explain his strange behavior," Roger said thoughtfully. I knew Braeden was being too obvious. Roger just looked at me for a long time. I looked back, wondering what he was staring at until I could take it no more.

"Roger, what on earth are you staring at?" I asked.

"One of the most amazing people I have ever met. And I'm thinking that the man whose got your heart has to be the stupidest thing on two legs," Roger replied bluntly.

"You know he doesn't have it anymore," I began sadly, "He gave it back this morning."

"I don't want to push you, but I'm trying not to kiss you right now and it's beginning to fail," Roger warned.

"I would let you, except that it wouldn't be fair, with what's growing inside me," I replied honestly.

"Would you let me if I told you I don't mind, and that I don't think you any less for it?" Roger replied, getting closer to me.

"Yes," I whispered, eyes still locked on him. His lips met mine gently, more gently than anyone had ever kissed me before. It was sweet, and kind of short. He pulled back and looked me in eye.

"Fallon, just to make this official, do you want to go out with me?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, I really do," I replied. This felt like it happened fast, yet, this had been in the making, somewhat, since August.

"I don't really want to go to class today," Roger murmured.

"Me either," I agreed.

I spent the rest of the morning in his dorm with him. No, not doing what you may think. I cleaned up my face a bit in the bathroom, and then I came back out to the couch. We sat there, and talked until lunch.

"Roger," I began as we got closer to the great hall, "Can I sit at your table? I don't feel like dealing with anyone asking questions from my house right now, or Oliver giving me looks. And I don't know if Braeden knows yet so…"

"Its fine, don't worry about it. No one will mind. Especially now that we're dating," He said with a smile, "But, perhaps we should keep that quiet for awhile since the thing this morning."

"I agree, thanks Roger. Why is it I didn't fall for you first?" I asked him genially.

"Because you don't spend all your time with me?" He suggested playfully. Then he held open the door and we walked into the noisy great hall. I followed him to his table and we began to eat. I found during lunch many of the Ravenclaws, though slightly stuck up, were very animated and fun to talk to.

"Roger maybe we ought to go to some afternoon classes. We have them together right?"

"Er, yes, we've got Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures," He replied. (Just ignore the schedule I posted in earlier chapters. I'm sorry but it is much easier if I don't take it down so just ignore it. ~Fire)

"Then, lets definitely go to them. Oliver is only in Care of Magical Creatures," I said. Besides, I loved Care of Magical creatures, even if Hagrid is a bit…eccentric.
He agreed and we made our way upstairs for muggle studies.

After a mundane Muggle Studies class we made our way out to Care of Magical Creatures.

"Fallon!" I heard a familiar voice call out from behind me.

We stopped and waited for Braeden to catch up.

"Fallon, where were you this morning? I heard something happened in potions," Braeden asked (no, he doesn't take that class. I accidentally put him there earlier, but that was a typo)

"Nothing, it was nothing Braeden," I replied.

"Davies, I know you know what's going on," Braeden turned to Roger

"Well, Fallon doesn't want you to know so, I don't think I should say anything," Roger replied as politely as he could.

"Damn it," Braeden swore under his breath, "Fallon, if not now, you're going to tell me right?"

"Fine, just not right now," I replied to get him off my back.

"Today Class," Hagrid began, "We are going to be taking a took at some Taurus. For those who don't know," He gave me a smile, knowing that I already knew, "Taurus are winged bulls. Both male and female have horns however, and they have multiple tails. These tails are longer than a normal bull's and can be used by the Taurus' like whips, as these tails are hairless. These creatures are rather gentle. They are the common food of dragons in some regions, which is why they are armed so heavily. Now, lets get ter seein em."

We walked into the Forest, but not very deep. Soon we came to the usual wooden corral used to store creatures. Inside I saw three Taurus, two adults and one calf.

"Now then class," Hagrid began, "We have here a family of three Taurus. These creatures tend to prefer family life to large herds. Now, I won't tell you anything more because your assignment is to make observations of them this class period and turn them in at the end of class."

Roger and I quickly filled a foot of parchment about the Taurus family. I had to ignore Oliver's eyes that I could feel practically drilling holes in my back.

"Roger lets go. We've done the assignment. Can we leave, please?" I asked. He could hear the pleading in my voice and after a quick glance in Oliver's direction he understood.

"Yeah, lets go," He agreed. Braeden saw us leaving and practically threw his paper at Hagrid so he could chase after us. Halfway up the hill he'd caught up and began talking.

"Fallon, will you please tell me what's going on?" Braeden growled.

"Will you come with Roger and I to the Ravenclaw common room?" I asked in turn. He nodded, "Good, then I'll tell you when we get there."

We walked through the corridors in silence. Braeden trailed behind Roger and myself, as he hadn't a clue where we were going while we did.

Once at the old woman's portrait Roger and I muttered the password, Diem, and the three of us entered. We didn't stop in the common room but instead made our way up to Rogers Dorm.

"What do you want to know?" I asked Braeden. He sat on the couch while I sat on the bed. Roger was on the couch beside Braeden.

"Everything. What happened between you and Oliver? Is what everyone's saying true? Why was he glaring at you? How much does he know, and what's going on with him?" Braeden jerked a finger at Roger.

"Oliver and I got into an argument. A huge one. Snape, being the git that he is, accidentally let it slip that there's something Oliver didn't know. Oliver got really upset that I didn't let him know whatever it was, and we got into a huge knockdown blow out argument. He got so furious he broke up with me. Then Roger showed up, because I didn't know where you were, and he took me back here. He let me cry on his shoulder, listened to my rants and accidentally found out what was going on during one of my rants. He's promised to keep it a secret. As for what everyone's saying, I don't know because I haven't heard any of it. Oliver was glaring at me because I was sitting with Roger. Roger knows everything. As for what's going on with him…we're dating…" I trailed off the last bit.

Braeden went wide eyed, took a deep breath in an attempt to control his temper before he spoke again, "Okay, I'm going to need you to elaborate. What exactly did Oliver say? Because I'm fighting a strong urge to go kick his ass. Two, as for what people are saying, they are calling you a slut and saying this whole argument is about you cheating on Oliver with some idiot from Hufflepuff…Diggory or some shit."

"Oliver basically thought he had a right to know every little thing about me and then said if I didn't tell him whatever it was Snape was talking about, that I'm pregnant, that he was going to break up with me. I didn't tell him, but in a rant I nearly did… he was horribly rude, and left me upset in the hall. I insulted him back, and as for the rumors, who the hell do I know in Hufflepuff?"

"And he's not been telling the truth about these bloody rumors?" Roger grew angry.

"He left you like that when he knew I wouldn't be around?" Braeden stormed. The two most important guys in my life right now got angry and began ranting and soon they both stormed out while I sat there wide eyed as they were making it very clear they were going to beat the shit out of Oliver…. They were going to get expelled or some shit! I ran out after them, but was a fair bit behind them.

I was running in front of a staircase, but not going down them, when I was pushed, hard. I went rolling down the staircase. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and pulled my knees in as an attempt to protect it. I didn't have the protective spells cast right now because I wasn't playing, so I was scared, but I'd blacked out by the time reached the bottom. Roger had been a bit behind and had heard me fall. He'd turned around and sprinted back to me as Braeden, who'd heard nothing, continued down the corridor.

He practically flew down the stairs. People had been watching the whole thing, but most were frozen in shock and didn't move.

"Move you bloody gits!" Roger yelled at the people blocking the stairs as he flew down them. At the bottom he kneeled down and picked up my limp body and made off as fast as humanly possible for the hospital wing.

~Later~

I woke to find Roger waited beside my bed and three flasks of potion sat on the side table.

"Hey Roger," I muttered quietly.

"Fallon! Bloody hell, thank god your awake. Madame Pomfrey said to drink those when you woke up," He spit out all at once. He kissed me softly on the lips.

"What happened exactly?" I asked him.

"Flint pushed you down the stairs. I ran down the stairs and brought you here after you blacked out. I haven't seen Braeden yet, and Flint is with Dumbledore right now. You'd better drink those potions. Pomfrey has to check some… other things once you've taken them," Roger put some exaggeration on other. There must be other people about, because he'd obviously meant the pregnancy.

I downed the potions quickly and Roger called for Madame Pomfrey.

"I'm glad you see your awake Ms. Grier," Madame Pomfrey came over, "Come with me to the back rooms." I followed behind her. Once in the back rooms she had me lie down and reveal my stomach. She muttered some spells, wrote down the results, and cast more spells. Finally she spoke.

"Your baby is fine Ms. Grier, but I believe you should keep your protection spell up from now on. You're free to go, but be very careful tonight. Maybe you should stay here-" She began.

"No, its fine, I'll stay with Braeden or someone, I'll be fine," I assured her hastily.

I returned to the main room to see Braeden come in and start talking to Roger. I didn't notice until I got closer that he had blood on his knuckles and splattered on his shirt.

"Braeden! What Bloody happened? Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He replied giving no explanation to the blood.

"Whose blood is that? You should probably get cleaned up," I asked and suggested.

"What? Oh, the blood…Wood's. As for the blood, could you-" He started to ask me to remove it because he couldn't remember how, but Roger did it before I could.

"Fanasco," He cast and the blood was instantly removed from Braeden.

"Thanks Dav- I mean, thanks Roger," Braeden changed his mind.

"No problem. Fallon, where are you going now?" Roger asked. Clearly, he didn't know whether I wanted to go back to Gryffindor common room or go with him back to his dorm.

"Roger I want to go with you," I began. I could already see the look building in Braeden's eyes so I better get to asking my favor quick, "And, I hate to ask this, but could Braeden possibly stay in your dorm somewhere also? I don't want him having to go back to the Gryffindor tower tonight." I looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I don't know Fallon…. who'd be sleeping where? And wouldn't everyone be weirded out when the three of us came out of my dorm in the morning? And what about Katie? Surely she's heard about the fight Braeden? Won't she be worried?" Roger asked.

"Um, You take your bed, I'll take the couch and I'll conjure a mattress on the floor for Braeden. And since when do you care about what people think?" I suggested.

"I suppose that's ok, as long as Braeden doesn't have a problem with it," Roger reluctantly agreed.

"Yeah, I suppose, I don't want a bunch of bloody gits bothering me in the common room," Braeden grumbled.

We made our way from the fourth floor where the hospital wing was located down to the 2nd level of the dungeons, the upper level. It was cold down there. I hadn't noticed before because it was the middle of the day.

"Diem," Roger muttered and we slipped quietly through the now crowded Ravenclaw common room.

"All right, let me see if I can get this mattress here," I began once we were in Roger's Dorm.

"Placa!" I flicked my wand. A mattress and bedding appeared on the floor.

"Great, thanks Fallooon," The last bit went a bit crazy as Braeden attempted to jump onto the bed and box spring, but fell straight through it!

"Ugh! Fallon!" Braeden complained.

"Sorry," I replied gawkily and vanished the bed. I was about to try again when Roger stepped in.

"Here, let me. Placa!" He got the spell correct on the first try.

"Thanks Roger. At least someone can get a spell right around here," Braeden snaked his eyes at me.

"You can borrow something of mine to sleep in," Roger offered him, "You too, I guess Fallon." He laughed.

We all got changed and fell asleep. We'd each had an extremely long day, and were all tired, but tomorrow would still come, no matter how hard we tried to believe it wouldn't. The night would end, and the sun would rise. And with that sunrise a new day would come, but with it, what challenges would arise?