I sat in our dorm flipping through a wedding catalog. I saw many beautiful dresses, but that was just the problem. Because they were so beautiful, none of them were me, at all. They all looked as if they were something someone would wear before they were sacrificed to the volcano.

I sighed and closed the catalog before me. I'd have to try finding something later. I was trying to kill time. Oliver was at practice. I knew I'd start going with him soon, but right now I'd just as soon not be reminded what I was missing.

I lazily slid into my Animagus form and stretched across the bed. I was curious about the baby. We hadn't wanted to know before, but now I was really curious. Besides, if it was a little girl her name would be Tara…even if her daddy didn't know it yet.

I considered taking another nap, but the Potions paper due in two days was looming closer and closer. Aggravating as it was I knew I had to get to work. I changed back as easily and stood. I grabbed my bag, recast the spell on my stomach and made my way towards the library.

Between Oliver and Braeden I normally didn't walk around on my own. They of course were all at practice. I never considered my danger to be at risk because of this. I mean, the only people who overly held a grudge with me were the Slytherins, and then normally only before a match. What I didn't know was the last match against Slytherin someone got embarrassed. In fact, because of how badly I'd beaten him the other Slytherins tormented him. I didn't know any of this though…and paid for it because I didn't.

In front of the grand staircase I was pushed, again. This time though, I knew how to keep myself and my baby safe, except this attacker wasn't content with seeing my body reeling precariously down the stairs. When I crashed at the bottom my attacker proceeded to curse me before I could recover from the fall. This is where I blacked out.

~Later in the Hospital Wing~

I blinked as the bright lights blinded me. I'd just woken up…from what? I fluttered my eyes as they adjusted to the bright lights. Beside my bed sat a tired looking familiar face.

"Roger, where am I? Where's Oliver?" I asked. It wasn't that I wasn't happy to see him, it was just that if I was in the hospital wing, Oliver should be here somewhere…

WHAM!

"Fallon? Madam Pomfrey? Where is she?" He burst through the door breathlessly.

"Oi, Oliver, mate, she's over here, calm down," Roger calmly directed him.

"Davies? What are you doing here?" Oliver said, not coldly so much as suspiciously.

"I'll tell you and Fallon at the same time because I'm sure you both want to know, but first, can we possibly come to terms with each other?" Roger requested.

"Yes Oliver, please. Roger is a good friend, but nothing more. I plan on keeping him around. I don't want you two forever at each others throats," I pleaded.

Oliver shifted his eyes uneasily, as if he thought something might be going on.

"Oliver, mate, Fallon and I are nothing more than friends anymore. We were never the perfect match. We simply were what each other needed for a time, but not any more, and never again. She's yours mate, and I don't want her like that. I just want her, no, actually, you both for friends," Roger added. Oliver gave a jerk of his head for a nod and held out a hand. The two boys shook hands and then looked expectantly at me.

"Well, Roger, what happened? Why am I here?" I asked.

"Flint," Roger began tersely, but knew he needed to continue with an explanation. "He pushed you down a flight of stairs, but before you could recover he started hexing you. I came up as he was casting a confusion charm. We ended up exchanged spells until I set a fire curse at him. Once he was gone I ran down the stairs and picked you up. I told someone from the crowd that had gathered to go and find Oliver while I ran you up here. I told Madame Pomfrey what happened and she went and to tell Professor Dumbledore. She said if you wake up to keep you awake, she wants to test to see if the…if everyone is okay," Roger recovered. He didn't know Oliver finally knew.

"It's okay Roger, I finally told him," I smiled, "And we're engaged."

"That's great you two," Roger replied with a genuine smile. Madame Pomfrey bustled in a moment later.

"Oh Fallon, you're awake, this is good. You really must stop getting hurt Fallon, for both of you sakes. You'll be happy to know Mr. Flint is under strict punishment including a temporary suspension from school. He's currently on his way home now. Anyway, we've got some tests to run, and then we'll be able to give you and your baby a clean bill of health, which I'm sure you both have," Madame Pomfrey informed me cheerily.

She ordered both the boys away from my bed and closed the curtains around my bed. She began running several tests. Her smile remained for most of them until the ending few.

"Fallon, we have a problem," She said.

"What is it?" I asked suddenly stricken.

"You and your little girl are going to be fine, but you're going to need to go on bed rest for then next two weeks," She answered. I barely acknowledged the 'little girl' part. I was just glad everyone was okay.

"That's okay," I began carefully, "As long as the babies okay, everything is fine. Oliver can bring me my work."

"Glad you so open here. Do you want your guest back in here?" She asked. I nodded, wondering if there was more because of her wording.

Madame Pomfrey pushed the curtains back to reveal Braeden, Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie, but surprisingly Oliver had vanished along with Roger.

"Hey guys," I grinned.

"I thought the point in you taking a break was to keep you from getting hurt," Braeden whispered in my ear.

"What's the verdict?" Katie asked.

"Bed rest, for the next two weeks," I replied.

"Geez that sucks," Alicia cut in.

"Are you stuck here or can you go back to Gryffindor Tower?" Angelina asked.

"I dunno. Madame Pomfrey didn't say," I replied.

"How'd this happen mate?" Fred cut in.

"Didn't Roger or Oliver tell you?" I asked surprised.

"No, when we got here," Fred began

"They'd already gone," George finished.

"That's weird," I muttered.

"Yeah, especially considering Oliver literally flew here through a window on the same floor as the hospital wing," Braeden added.

"That is weird…" The other girls agreed. As if on cue the two long lost boys appeared breathlessly, hair a bit tousled.

"Where've you two been?" Braeden asked.

"Flint is gone, so we decided to have a chat with his friends to pass on to him about why it's a really bad idea to screw with Fallon," Roger grinned.

"And what did you tell them?" I asked curiously.

"That if they weren't so underhanded she could beat their asses herself, but since they are such low down dirty asses they've got an eight person long list of people who would be happy to assist if this shit keeps up," Oliver took his turn.

We all had a good laugh at this. Then, due to the noise Madame Pomfrey returned.

"Fallon, you may take your bed rest in Gryffindor Tower, but you must stay on actual bed rest. And, you'll have to have one of your friends carry you there. Oh, and here are the pills you need to take," She handed me the bottle.

"Great, lets go," Fred came over and started to pick me up, but I jerked away. He'd be able to tell the weight wasn't right for my apparent body size.

"Uh, no Fred, I think someone else should," I stopped him. He looked at me funny. It's not as if he hadn't jokingly picked me up and thrown me all over the place before, but this time I'd jerked away as if he'd stung.

"Um…okay Fal, whatever you say," He said, not in a hurt tone, but a confused one.

"C'mon, let's go," Oliver shifted the awkwardness that would have come quickly. He scooped me up and led the procession out of the hospital wing.

"Oi, Roger, you should come too," I called over Oliver's shoulder. This was followed by a chorus of other Gryffindors agreeing with me. He was well liked within our group of friends. People were just trying to be cautious of the situation involving him, Oliver and myself. That's the only reason he didn't hang out with us that often. I ought to change that.

In the tower I settled into our bed and everyone else just grabbed a seat wherever they could find one. We spent the rest of the day talking. First anyone who didn't already know demanded to be told how I ended up in the hospital wing. After the threats against Flint by the people newly introduced to the story we began laughing and joking.

The Next Day

"Oliver keep it down," I groaned from under a pillow. I didn't have to get up and out of bed early and I was attempting to take advantage of it.

"Sorry hun, but I've got to have light so I can see what I'm doing," He replied apologetically. I simply grumbled my complaint. "Don't forget to take your pills. I'll see you in a few hours during my free period." He gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out.

I slept until Oliver woke me up when he came in around nine for his free period.

"Morning sleepy," He woke me.

"Hmm…" I muttered. I pulled my head from under the pillow not quite recognizing who was there until I saw him. "Oh, morning love," I mumbled. He leaned down for a peck, but I pulled him in closer for a more passionate kiss. It was going to get a bit rougher than it should Oliver pulled away.

"Not too rough hun or we'll start something we can't finish," Oliver murmured. I rolled my eyes but didn't pull him back.

"Fallon, why do you have that spell on? I know you like it better when it's off," Oliver read me like a book. Even when I didn't say anything he knew what I was feeling.

"What if Fred or Katie or someone pops in?" I asked.

"Put the spell back on," He replied easily. If he had the confidence it would be fine, why wouldn't it be?

I took the spell off and with a smile watched as my stomach, my baby, appeared. Oliver's face held an equally happy smile on it. He laid a hand gently on the roundness of my belly, and left it there. I felt a little kick at his hand.

"She knows her daddy," I smiled. I figured now was as good a time as any to tell him, except that he didn't recognize what I'd said at first.

But then he looked me in the eye with shock as he did. "Fallon, you means, it's, the baby, it's a girl?" He stumbled.

"Yeah, and her name is Tara," I informed him.

"I thought we were going to name her Glynis," Oliver said.

"No, you were going to name her Glynis, I'm going to name her Tara. She's coming through me, I name," I grinned.

"Okay hun. I name the next one though," Oliver chuckled.

"We'll see about that," I retorted jocularly.

Oliver raised an eyebrow at this comment and began tickling me wildly. I in turn was laughing myself silly until I was breathless and he stopped.

"Oliver, how was that in any way bed rest?" I joked.

"You were in bed," He replied in what he thought was a witty tone. I just shook my head and chuckled.

"Oliver, what work did we do in class today?" I asked

"Only a bit more work on the bubblehead charm. You already know that one, right?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Well, I've got to go," Oliver was excusing himself, "But Madame Pomfrey said you are allowed to get up to use the bathroom and shower, but only a five minute shower. If you want something longer she said to take a bath."

"Okay love, I'll see you later," I replied.

"I'll bring lunch with me next time," He added as he picked up his bag. He gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out, leaving me alone with me thoughts. And they drifted.

Flint. Marcus Flint. He had done things that could have killed me or my baby twice now, and I've done nothing other than beat him at Quidditch, but the entire team beat him, and I'm the only getting beat to a pulp. Okay, not really beat to a pulp, but I'm the only one he's going after. And through all of the shit he's put me through, I've not retaliated once. This wasn't fair. But if I were to try and get back at him, I could endanger my baby or myself. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew this wasn't over.

At that moment someone did burst through the door before I had time to put a spell on it.

"Hey Fallon, how're you feel- wow," Angelina cut herself off. Crap.

"Come in and close the door," I ordered quickly.

"Fallon, is there something you would like to tell me?" She asked staring wide eyed at my stomach.

"Sit down," I ordered. She sat with a plop. Time to tell her what's going on.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you everything, but you've got to be quiet and not say anything until I'm done, got it?" I asked.

She nodded her head still not really being aware of what's going on.

"Over the summer at the Quidditch Cup Oliver and I pulled a stupid and got drunk. We woke up in the same bed. I did a test and found out I was pregnant, but I didn't want to tell Oliver because you know he'd propose on the spot if he knew, and I wanted anything that happened between us to be natural. So, I kept it a secret, and Oliver has only known since Christmas. Braeden and Roger both know also and now so do you-" I was finishing when the door burst open again. This time Katie and Alicia were revealed.

"Angelina, what is taking so looo-what?" Alicia cut herself off the same way Angelina had.

"Ugh! Not again! Close the door you two and get in here," I ordered. They came in and sat and I told them what I'd told Angelina.

"And you have to keep this a secret, I don't want the whole school knowing," I finished.

"No problem Fal, but how could you play Quidditch this long being pregnant?" Katie asked.

"Katie, the professionals play into their eighth months," I replied.

"And this explains why Oliver was watching you like a hawk during practice," Alicia realized.

"And Flint, he could've, holy crap!" Angelina had a revelation.

"Why do you think Roger, Oliver and Braeden have been acting like psychopath through all this shit with Flint?" I smiled easily.

"Well, wow, okay then," Alicia stuttered. I heard someone starting to open the door, but this time I had time to stop it.

"DON'T COME IN!" I yelled at the door. I heard outside the voice of Braeden:

"I told you guys," Braeden said, "She may not want you in there."

"Braeden c'mon, it's us, no big. Besides, I caught a glimpse of Angelina in there," Fred replied and began to open the door. I barely had time to get the intangible spell on but not enough to get the visibility spell on it.

"See Braeden it's not like there's anything going-holy shit!" Fred cut himself off.

"Bloody hell! Does everyone have to fucking come into today? I swear I'm going to have Oliver put a lock on that door," I complained and shoved my head under a pillow.

"Oi you three, get your asses in here," Angelina took control for me for a moment.

"And close the door," Alicia added.

I pulled my head from under the pillow, looked around at everyone sitting around on the now queen size (I enlarged it when we first got back) bed and looked for Braeden's face.

Finding it, I ordered, "Braeden you tell them I've already told it twice." And stuck my head back under the pillow in my hand. He proceeded to tell the boys what was going on but I pulled my head back out when I heard he forgot one huge detail.

"And DO NOT tell anyone and DO NOT let anyone ELSE in this room without giving me warning…except Oliver of course," I informed them explicitly.

"Okay, sorry mate," Fred said carefully.

"Don't do that!" Braeden and I ordered at the same time.

We looked at each other in surprise but he let me explain, "Fred, don't treat me any differently. I've been pregnant this entire year, and I've not been any different, so don't treat me like that now," I pleaded.

"Of course," He agreed. Their free period normally would have been over, except now was the lunch period, and they didn't think to leave. Oliver, however, remembered to come.

"Hey Fal, I didn't know what you wanted so I brought some of everything," Oliver said as he opened the door. "Oh, hello…" He looked around, "Fallon are you aware the spells are not on, and there are a fair number of people in the room who didn't know last time I checked," Oliver said in shock.

"Well Oliver," I said in an overly sweet tone, "Remember when you said no one would come in?"

"Yes…" Oliver replied not fully understanding.

"Well, they did come in, before I had time to put any spells back on, so I had to explain. So guess what? Everyone knows our dirty little secret," I spat. I was agitated. He said it would be fine, but it wasn't.

"It's not a dirty secret in any way at all," Oliver replied, and kissed my cheek gently. I never could stay agitated at him, ever.

"Sorry about that," I shook my head, "And the yelling," I said this more to everyone else, "We've just been trying to keep this under wraps. That is why the wedding isn't in the summer. We wanted it before the baby was born."

"It's okay Fal, we didn't exactly show our best manners," George replied.

"Well it looks like everyone knows now," I finished.

"Yeah, and it's about time," Oliver grinned.

"What's it's name?" Alicia asked.

At the same time Oliver and I answered, "Tara."