A/N Hey! Thanks to all the people who reviewed my last chapter :D. Here's the next one :). Remember to hit that review button! I love knowing what you think and typing a few words doesn't take too long :D
Also, just want to make it clear that both Rose and Scorpius are Ravenclaws. Enjoy reading! :D
Chapter Three
"I'm pregnant."
The silence ripped into my ear drums. Say something! Say anything! Scorpius just looked at me, dumbfounded. He didn't reply or make any sign of acknowledgment. He just stared at me. When he finally came back to his senses, he looked down at my stomach, and obviously since I was not showing yet, saw nothing and shook head, laughing uneasily.
"Nice one, Rosie, almost had me there."
"I'm not joking, Scorpius," I said.
"Of course you're joking-"
"Malfoy!" I roared, suddenly flaring up. "Why the hell do you think I'm in your grandparent's house at this godforsaken hour, sitting on your bloody bed? Dammit, Scorpius!"
I crossed my arms and tried to glare furiously but suddenly traitorous tears slid down my cheeks. I was just so scared: I was pregnant; the father didn't believe me; and we were both just seventeen! I covered my face with my hands and started sobbing into my palms. This could not be happening. I hadn't cried in front of Scorpius in the seven years that I had known him but here I was, bursting into tears twice in the same night. I wondered what would happen when I told him it was his baby. Out of the blue, I felt a warm presence next to me and Scorpius pulled me into his arms without saying one word. We sat there for I don't know how long, but I slowly started to drift away into a blessed sleep.
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I was going to kill Zabini! No, I was going to murder him in the most cruel, callous way possible. And I would enjoy it. How could he have done this to Rose? How could he have gotten her pregnant?! I knew Rose; she would not have agreed to anything without a contraceptive spell. He had made her cry! I looked down at her, still in my arms. Her dark red hair smouldered in the low lamp light. I was still bare-chested and her hair tickled my shoulder. Her sobbing had finally subsided to be replaced by heavy breathing: she was asleep. I carefully untangled her from me and lay her in my bed, pulling up the covers to keep her and her baby warm. They would need double the heat right? I growled in frustration. How was she going to survive with a kid? Was Zabini going to take any responsibility? Or was he going to remain like the ass-hole I'd always known he was. He'd seemed like an alright lad before he started dating Rose. Then all of his bad points seemed to be so much worse than I had originally thought. I checked the time: almost four. Whoa! Had she really been here that long? The sun wouldn't rise for hours since it was the heart of winter but I was praying that no one else in the house would raise either or then there would be a hell of a lot of explaining to do. I looked around my room, upset. Was there anything I could do to help her? I looked over at the bathroom and my brain finally clicked: morning sickness. Not an idiotic curse – no wonder she'd thought I was stupid. Very early morning sickness; it was only four!
How was her brother going to react? How were her cousins going to react? How were her parents going to react? Maybe I wouldn't have to be the one to kill Zabini after all. But I could at least prepare. I grabbed the spell book my grandfather had given me and sat on the bed, searching for the most violent curse I could find.
"Join arms by skin...no...sew eyes shut...what kind of book is this?"
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I heard a faint stirring next to me and turned to see Rose waking. She stretched and hit the bedpost. Her eyes shot open and she stared in shock around the room for a few moments before regaining her composure.
"Oh God," she said.
I nodded solemnly and she buried her face in her hands again.
"It's alright, Rose. I'm trying to look for a lynching spell for him," I feebly joked, but it was obviously too early for jests; she just stared at me in confusion.
"For who?"
"That complete son of a..." I fumed taking deep breaths. "Zabini!"
"Zabini? What's he done?" She asked me looking even more bewildered.
"What has he done?" I almost yelled. "He's only gotten you pregnant, made you cry and acted like a total twat, Rose! He might as well have cursed you for the situation he's put you in now!"
I couldn't understand why Rose's mouth was basically sweeping the floor. She just gaped at me.
"Scorpius...you've...you've got this completely wrong."
"What?" I asked, suddenly afraid again.
"Don't you remember that night after we won the Quidditch cup? The punch?"
"Rose, what're you talking-?"
"We beat Gryffindor! We beat all of my cousins, Scorpius! First time in nine years! The huge party? The drinks had been spiked..."
Wait...what? No. This isn't right. But...Zabini...
"No one warned us...we drank loads, Scorpius."
What is happening? This is not – cannot be – real.
"All your roommates had passed out in the Common Room. Your dormitory was completely empty."
I started getting flashbacks of cloudy images...victory cheers...countless celebratory drinks...people asleep on floors...an empty bed...Rose...
"Scorpius?" I heard her whisper.
...Rose...
"Zabini isn't the father."
A/N Thanks for reading :D. I know it's really short but it only worked at this length. This is by far the shortest chapter so don't be put off if you think the rest are going to be this short as well. I won't be able to post anymore for a couple of weeks since I'm going on holiday but I've already completed the next chapter so you won't have to wait long after that :). Please review!! It means a lot to me :D
