"Wood got you knocked up? No wonder you're attached at the hip, though, I doubt that's where you attached with THAT happened," Marcus was the first to crow the dirty remark from the crowd.

Chuckles from other Slytherins broke out, as well as a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, but the Gryffindors remained silent.

"Apparently a broom wasn't all you've been riding!" A nameless voice crowed. My eyes began to water. Oliver saw this and pulled my head to his chest to calm me. This drew most Gryffindors out of their trace-like state. I nearly never cried. This was breaking me apart, and Oliver could feel it, every bit. He was concerned about protecting me, as was my brother, who went about it slightly differently.

"Flint shut your bloody trap!" Braeden roared at him

"Why? It's not like you can!" He crowed back.

"You'll close it if you want to see tomorrow!" A Gryffindor screamed back.

"What'll you do about it?" A Slytherin yelled.

"Do you really want to find out?" Fred now yelled.

"Do you?" A Slytherin challenged.

"Silence!" I heard the word rumble from Oliver's chest. Surprisingly, the room grew quiet. "We're engaged, so it doesn't matter if she's pregnant or not, she's to be my wife, so it doesn't matter if she's pregnant. It's mine. She's to be my wife, so she has every reason to be pregnant. And if and of you bastards say another word to her about it so help me I'll make you wish you hadn't," Oliver roared. The crowd, other than the Gryffindors dispersed. They each gave their encouragement and left also.

I was still hugged to his chest so I couldn't see it, but behind me the professors all stood in a line with smiles. They each gave him a look that clearly said 'Good job Mr. Wood.' They left as if they'd seen nothing.

"Oliver," I murmured and looked up at him.

"Yeah Fal?" He asked tenderly.

"This isn't going to be easy?" I asked, referring to the next few months.

"No, but when is our life ever easy?" He asked.

"Before the baby," I replied honestly, sickening myself.

He gave me a long searching look, then answered, "It may have been simpler, but before the baby, you weren't mine, and I wasn't yours, I didn't love the way I do now, or if I did, I didn't know it, and I can't go back to that, never again. Fallon, the baby has indirectly been the cause of that. I love you, and Tara. Don't ever think she was a mistake. It happened on accident, but it was the best bloody accident I ever did.

"Thank you," I told him gratefully. That was enough for both of us. He wrapped an arm around me, and we made our way up to the tower. I don't know if it was because they'd really disappeared or if they just got out of site upon seeing Oliver walk up, but on the way up we ran into no one. I mean the halls were literally deserted.

Six Days Later

Nearly a week had passed. I continued to use the spells on my stomach, though everyone knew what was there. The Quidditch match was tomorrow. People had stared and made rude comments, though only out of earshot of Oliver. I didn't want him to be troubled anymore than he already was, so I didn't tell him. He, and all of my friends really had been extremely overly protective….I don't want to talk about that though.

Something else of interesting consequence had finally happened during this time. I don't know what it was, maybe something in the water, but the couples I'd had a suspicion would get together finally did, and it was Oliver and my turn to say 'about time' which we most definitely did.

Yes, you guessed it, Angelina and Fred, Alicia and George, and Katie and my brother. I don't really know at all what caused it, but they did get together. I figured it was time to ask.

"Hey, Katie, Angelina, Alicia, come up to Oliver's and my dorm tonight? We're inviting the guys too, just everyone hanging out, tonight after dinner. Sound good?" I asked.

"Sure," [Angelina]

"Sounds Great," [Alicia]

"We haven't just hung out in awhile," [Katie]

"Awesome, I've got to run," I said

"Sure," [Angelina]

"Sounds Great," [Alicia]

"We haven't just hung out in awhile," [Katie]

"Awesome, I've got to run," I said

"Sure," [Angelina]

"Sounds Great," [Alicia]

"We haven't just hung out in awhile," [Katie]

"Awesome, I've got to run," I said

"Sure," [Angelina]

"Sounds Great," [Alicia]

"We haven't just hung out in awhile," [Katie]

"Awesome, I've got to run," I said happily, "But I'll see you in a few hours." And with that I made my way to potions class.

That Night

"Hey, c'mon I'm on the way up too," I grabbed Katie from the common room. Upstairs we were the last two to arrive.

"Geez, late again," [Fred]

"What else is new?" [George]

"Sorry!" I complained as I plopped on the edge of the bed, and fell off because I landed on a corner….

"Beautiful sis," Braeden laughed at me. I stuck my tongue out at him in retaliation.

"Eww, I don't want that mate, save it for Oliver," Braeden joked.

"Fine, I will," I replied with a smirk and made my way to Oliver where I sat on his laps. He wore an amused expression on his face. I was about to make contact when Braeden finally understood…the idiot.

"Oh stop! Can't you keep off him for five minutes?" Braeden whined. We all started laughing. This was like old times, except this time Roger was here. I'd asked Oliver to bring him.

"Fine, but you have to tell us about you and Katie," I ordered, then snaked my eyes to the others, "You too, Fred, George, Alicia, Angelina. You don't think I didn't notice. I did, and you hadn't told me!" I feigned hurt. They laughed at my bad acting.

"Alright, well, basically what happened with us," Braeden gave Katie a little squeeze, "Isn't all that exciting. We'd always gone to the balls together and stuff. One day we were both in a rush and literally crashed into each other. I accidentally ended up on top," Braeden grew a bit red as the catcalls came, and Katie continued:

"And we started laughing, and then he leaned down and kissed me, almost out of no where. I kissed back, and well…he pretty much just asked me out once we were both standing again. We ended up being late to class."

"Aww, that's cute," Alicia commented.

"I suppose so," I agreed, but added as an afterthought, "Braeden, could you have been less smooth?" He grew redder at that, and everyone laughed.

"Well in my case," Fred tried to begin.

"No way mate, this is my story to tell," George butted in.

"Guys," Katie tried to calm them to no avail.

"Oi! Shut your traps!" Angelina yelled. They stopped the arguing and stared. Fred started laughing.

"That's my girl."

"Basically what happened," Angelina began, "Is that Alicia and I mixed up which twin was which-" I couldn't help but cut her off.

"Haven't I told you how to tell them apart yet?" I asked, incredulous.

"No, but you'll need to later," Angelina replied.

"Anyway, what happened," Alicia pressed on, "Is that Fred went to ask Angelina out, and I was trying to ask George out. I thought I was talking to Fred, so I didn't ask."

"And Angelina thought I was George so she said no," Fred added.

"When we finally straightened the whole mess out," George started the ending.

"We were back in the common room," Fred added.

"And we finally, with everyone in one place managed to convince the girls of who was who," George continued.

"And then the original asking out finally happened," Alicia finished.

"I'm hungry…" Fred announced.

"Anyone up for sneaking down to the kitchens?" George suggested.

Everyone was game for it…except me. In all honesty I hadn't been leaving Gryffindor tower unless it was for class or meals, and sometimes Oliver or Braeden had to talk me into coming to meals. It was really that…the Gryffindors tried to be supporting enough, but I knew that some, mostly those who didn't know much about Oliver and myself, thought badly of us, but at least had the decency to keep it to themselves. The Hufflepuffs constantly were showing the most disgustingly obvious pity of me. The Ravenclaws, other than Roger, figured I must have been an idiot not to use a contraceptive spell, and the Slytherins were always jeering things if they though Oliver or I couldn't here. It was actually becoming depressing. I didn't want any of our friends to know though, so I kept it to myself. I think I was even managing to keep it from Oliver and Braeden, which is rather difficult for me to do.

"You guys go ahead, I'm not really hungry," I lied. Oliver gave me a strange look.

"You know, neither am I. You guys go," Oliver added. They left, curious looks on their faces, as Oliver and I rarely turned down food, but said nothing. Once they were gone Oliver addressed me:

"Fallon what's wrong? You've not been eating well lately. You've been going to bed earlier than normal, I've had to remind you twice in one day about your medicine, and you've been too quiet. I want to know what's going on," Oliver asked of me gently.

"It's nothing really, I wasn't hungry," I desperately tried to lie again. I didn't want to put more on his shoulders. Right as I said that thought, my stomach growled…perfect.

"You're lying. You're not very good at lying to me. Please Fallon, tell me?" He requested again.

"Oliver it's just that," I paused trying to think of how to continue, "You've been kept in the dark, but people outside of the tower aren't treated me normally. Hell, people in the tower aren't. The Gryffindors think I've shamed them, the Hufflepuffs pity me, the Ravenclaws think I'm stupid and the Slytherins…" I trailed off.

"They what?" He asked, in a tone that suggested control. He knew I was not okay right now, and managed to keep control. Wow, he was growing up…he was ready to be a father, whether he knew it or not.

"They've been calling me things, passing notes and drawings, making sure you or Braeden never saw them. I didn't want you to know because you've already got enough on your plate. It's has actually been kind of bad…" I trailed off and wiped a tear from my eye, "They've been calling me things, whore, slut, you name it. And you, they've been insulting you, which has been the worst. Calling you the ultimate prolific and… " I just stopped, I didn't want to go on.

"Oh Fallon, baby…" He didn't call me that often. He pulled me close and wiped away the tears.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, shh…" He comforted me further. "Here's what we're gonna do. Tomorrow, you're going to kick Flint's ass so hard he won't have one anymore. Then we're going to walk around this castle with our heads held high. You're still in great shape, even with the spells off. Yes, I know you've gone running occasionally, and that Indian stuff…yoga? Whatever. Then, we're going to get married in about three weeks, and if anyone says anything guess what? You can fire back at them that married people are supposed to have children. Then we'll finish school, I'll go play for Puddlemere, and you'll get back in shape so you can take your spot. We'll buy a place out in the country, and raise Tara there. How does that sound?" Oliver whispered.

"Like a fairytale I don't seem to deserve despite what everyone says," I laughed a little. He could always do that, get me laughing I mean.

"Lets get some sleep shall we?" Oliver suggested. My answer was a yawn. "I'll take that as a yes," He chuckled. He got up and turned off the light. I crawled under the covers. I felt Oliver wrap his strong arms around me.

"I love you. Good night baby," These were the last words I heard before I drifted off into the night.

The Next Morning

No one knew about what we were planning today, only the team. Everyone else would be surprised. There was no reason I couldn't play, and I had a score to settle. I

I replaced the spells and pulled on my Quidditch uniform. If we won today, we would win the Quidditch cup, and inevitably the House Cup. We would be throwing everyone for a shock.

"Ready?" Oliver asked as he came out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, let's go to breakfast, I'm starved," I replied.

"That's my girl. I'm glad to see you've got an appetite again," He grinned and gave me a peck on the cheek.

We made our way downstairs. We pretty much caused the open-mouthed fish gaze in our own tower alone. Why? Because I was in uniform, and carrying my broom. I pretty much had the same effect to anyone who saw me that morning.

In the great hall we ignored the gawking and ate with our team. I could help but notice, much to my satisfaction, Flint had a look on his face that looked as if someone had just shot a hex at him. It was excellent. As we were getting up to leave, Professor McGonagall beckoned to me to come over.

"Fallon, do us all a favor, and kick his ass…just be careful."

We made our way down to the pitch for warm-ups and for Oliver and myself to check the conditions. Soon the match was set to start. The captains just had to shake hands. Oliver made to shake Flint's, but I moved his hand aside and took Flint's. He pulled me in, like guys do for a hug, and muttered in my ear:

"I'm taking down you and baby Wood too."

"I'd like to see you try," I growled back, "Hell hath no fury like Fallon when she's pissed, and I'm beyond pissed at you Flint, your ass is mine," I vowed.

"Players, to your brooms," Madame Hooch commanded. I straddled my broom, and waited for the whistle. With the sharp sound, I kicked off, and the game was on.