"Poppy," I said, after the fifth week of me vomiting.

"Yes dear?"

"I think I have a stomach bug. I've been puking everything up for a month now," I explained. She looked up curiously at me and walked over. She pointed her wand at my stomach, closed her eyes, and began murmuring things.

Her eyes flew open.

"Eve, are you aware that you're pregnant?"

This conversation seemed to have been on repeat for the next week. I droned around, completely at a loss of what to do or what to say. Poppy had given me prenatal potions but I couldn't even look at them. Taking them would make this stupid situation I had gotten into was altogether too real. It especially didn't help that the father of this godforsaken baby was none other than the prat traipsing around with the bitch who tried to get me expelled.

I considered telling Rose, but I snorted. She was his cousin. She'd be nagging me the whole time to tell him. I considered Al, Scorpius, and even Professor Longbottom, and in every way I realized their stupid god-awful ties with the Potters and wanted to kill myself. Then it came to me on a Saturday night, whilst going up to my dormitory, ignoring a very drunk James and Al setting off fireworks. This would be the father of my baby, I thought, staring at James. And the baby's uncle?

Having this baby would be purposefully bringing it into the world of humiliation and stupidity. I would be abusive just by having the baby. Which brought me to another point—how the hell in god's name could I ever be a mother? Has the stupid baby-giver stork thing met me? Do I seem like I could get something like mothering down?

Whoever resides up there in the sky is playing an awful trick on me.

And why didn't that moron wear a condom?

Anyway, like I was saying. It came to me as I walked up to my dormitory. Laney, Liz, Reed, and Dona were all sitting around, painting their nails. Renee was downstairs with James of course, so this could be my chance.

"Guys?" I asked the room. Everyone looked up in curiosity. I hadn't really spoken to them much for the last month. But there were no hostile faces. "I'm pregnant."

/

James' POV

I watched her climb the dormitory stairs. There was something very wrong with her—it was written all over her face. Renee was nudging me out of my thoughts and pleading with me to show her how to light the firework to make it do the swirly thing. Honestly, sometimes I wanted to kill that girl.

"Oh shut up, will you?" Al looked with surprise at me. "Al will show you."

I stood up and went up to my own dormitory, irritated.

/

Eve's POV

"NO way," Reed says getting up. "Is it James?"

"Well yes, if you heard the entire conversation."

"Of course," Laney says, patting the seat next to. I sit down on the bed.

"I have no clue what to do."

"Well, did you see Madam Pomfrey?" Dona asks.

"Well yes, she's the one who told me. She gave me prenatal vitamins and a bunch of pamphlets on parenthood, adoption, and abortion." They all looked shocked when I said the word abortion, which made me irritated.

"What are you going to do?" Liz whispered, looking worried.

"I think I might go for the third option," I say, to the general gasps of the entire room. "I'd be a terrible mother."

"Rubbish!" Reed says loudly, "You'd be an excellent mother. And girls, shut the fuck up. If she wants to abort, that's her business. But dear," Reed says, turning to me and grabbing my shoulder. "I think you should think about this a lot. And you need to tell James."

"Why? He's obviously much happier without knowing."

"It's his kid too," Dona said quietly. "And I'm sure he'd want to know. Wouldn't you want to know?"

I thought about that. Of course I'd want to know. It would be my kid.

"But what if he wants to keep the kid?" I ask, worried.

"Well that's why you need to talk to him. You need more than just one side. You need someone else to either agree or disagree so the best option comes through. This is a baby we're talking about," Laney said. "And it's not like it's not been done before."

She was making a lot more sense that I would have liked. Damn, I expected to walk in here and have them all tell me to abort the baby; it's not worth the trouble. But apparently, they were tough cookies. I'm still glad I didn't go to Rose though. Merlin knows she'd never stop her endless stream of oh my god, you have to keep the baby.

I felt like crying. This so wasn't real.

"If I have this baby," I begin, "there go my healer dreams. There go pretty much everything."

"But you'll have a baby," Dona pointed out.

"Yes I would. But I don't know if that's a pro, Dona."

"No, you need to stop pro-conning and go tell James. Right now," Reed said forcefully. Everyone let out a word of agreement.

I groaned and stood up. "I have to?"

"When'd you find out?" Laney asked.

"Last week," I mumbled, shamefacedly.

"YES!" everyone cried out at once. It was kind of weird actually.

"Fine," I sighed, and began walking down to the common rooms.

/

James POV

I was pacing around, watching Eve on the map, as per usual. Well, I didn't do it when Al, Fred, and Riley were around because they kept telling me to grow a pair which was making it extremely difficult to maintain my sense of masculinity around them. Eve was walking down to the common room. I didn't dare go down there because stupid Renee was down there, as were Al and Fred. Didn't want to risk a confrontation of sorts. But then I stared as she began walking up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. I always found it massively unfair that we couldn't go up to the girl's. It would have made snog sessions bloody easier.

She was coming right to the sixth year boy's dorm. What the hell? And then the door flew open and she was standing there, looking completely wrecked. I threw the map on my bed, hoping she hadn't assumed that I was stalking her.

"Come to apologize?" I sneered. Probably not my best. She seemed to not have noticed and made herself at home on Riley's bed.

"Potter, I need to talk to you about something."

"Make it quick then," I snapped, trying to sound surly.

Eve's POV

His attitude was making this harder than it should be. I was ready to punch him in the face, but instead I kept calm. Or as calm as I possibly could.

"When we had sex," I began—

"Oh so you are apologizing," he said, in the most irritating manner possible.

"When we had sex," I repeated, ignoring his stupidity. Seriously, was I really going to raise a baby with this guy as the father? Abortion was looking to probably be the best option here. "Did you use a condom?"

He looked completely thrown by this question. And then his eyes widened and he was looking at me in a very scared way.

James's POV

Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck. Did she think she was pregnant? Oh fuck. What the fuck.

"I… I thought you had birth control," I said weakly. That was a complete lie. I was drunk off my ass and didn't even think about the mechanics.

"I'm a virgin, James. Well I was," she said mechanically. She didn't look scared. Why didn't she look scared?

"Fuck, no I didn't use a condom. I was drunk. As were you!" I said.

"I'm not fucking blaming you!" she finally snapped, standing up. "I am pregnant. I thought I should let you know. And I'm planning to abort so stop worrying your oversized head about it."

Suddenly, her saying it made it… real.

"You're what?" I said, catching her arm.

"Pregnant," she snapped again, "with your kid."

"Don't abort," I said quietly. Her defenses dropped at that and she turned to look at me with obvious surprise.

/

Eve's POV

Was I hearing this right? James Potter didn't want to abort? I didn't even know what to say. I mean sure, I figured there was a possibility, but I didn't really think about what would happen if he disagreed.

"You want to have this baby?" I ask him. He looks uncomfortable.

"Well, I don't know about all that. But at least adoption?"

Bet he wouldn't be saying that if he had to carry the baby around in his uterus.

"Uh, I don't really think it would be the best of ideas…" I started, unsure of how to go on. And then Renee burst into the room, and upon seeing the two of us, James's hand on my arm, fury flitted across her face.

"Get away from him, you harlot!" she yelled, pulling out her wand, her blonde hair flying. She went to fire a spell at me, but James jumped in front of me, pulling out his own wand.

"Get the fuck out of my room," he spat at her. "And never threaten Eve again, you complete bitch." The look on her face was priceless as she lowered her wand and backed out.

"Fuck the pair of you!" she screeched, pathetically in my opinion, and stormed out. He was panting with what looked like immense anger and it was touching. And suddenly, it was like all charges were dropped. It wasn't like I had the cleanest of track records. I was harsh, mean, and sometimes heartless. James and Renee… well Renee was his way of getting back at me. He needed to do that, I guess. I did use him. But there was a more pressing matter to address and I decided to address it.

"I think we need to abort, James. We're not ready for this baby," I said quietly. His face fell, but he just nodded and took my hand.

"Well I'm here for you whatever you decide. I get that it's not my body and it's your decision. We'll go Pomfrey tomorrow. It's Saturday anyway. Best time." I nodded and made my way to the dormitory.

"Eve, wait," James said suddenly. I turned to look at him. "I'm… I'm sorry for everything."

"Me too, James."

/

Rose's POV

Scorpius and I were paroling on Friday night. He was humming to himself, while I didn't see anything that was so bloody amusing. "Will you stop it?" I snapped. He looked over at me in surprise.

"What's up Rose?"

"Nothing. There's just not that much to be so bloody happy about."

He gave me a look, which I ignored. Stupid prat. "Why are you so mad at me?"

"No reason."

"Hey, what are you two doing out after hours?" Oh great, it was Molly the Head girl and my stupid seventh year cousin. She was Uncle Percy's lot and really, their whole branch of the family were all boring and pompous.

"I'm a prefect. We both are, Molly," I snapped at her. She frowned.

"Oh that's right. I'd forgotten with all the new ones," she said, waving us away.

"I'm your cousin," I sneered. "There was a prefect party for me and you came!"

"Whatever. Stop slacking off and do your jobs! Or I'll take it up with the Headmistress that I don't feel you're a correct fit for the prefect job."

I could strangle her. I really could. Scorpius seemed to sense this and pulled closer to me, probably ready to restrain me. I was going to strangle him too. I didn't even know why I was so irritated. It had started when I had come downstairs to see Scorpius and Helen kissing while waiting for me to arrive for our rounds. It bothered me because Scorpius was supposed to be ready to work—not snogging Helen.

"Seriously, what has got you all in a knot?" Scorpius repeated.

"Nothing!" I snapped, before stomping away. In retrospect, it was childish. But at the time, it was perfectly warranted.

Scorpius's POV

I watched her go and I could barely suppress a grin. My plan was working! Even though she had no idea why she was so angry, I had a good idea. This jealousy thing was genius. I should have written a book.

I hurried back to find Helen. She was lounging in the Slytherin common room, reading some textbook. "Hey!" I said, coming up to her. She looked up at me with a smug look on her face.

"So did it work Malfoy?"

"It did. You are a genius. Thank you for helping me."

"I felt sorry for your ass, Scorpius. You were pining after her for far too long."

We were sitting in the Three Broomsticks and I was watching Rose come in with that son of a bitch, Marc. I mean, who the hell's name was Marc anyway? Why not spell it with a K? Show off.

"Hey, are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" I heard Helen snap. I looked back over to her. She looked annoyed. I felt sheepish.

"Sorry, I got—distracted."

"By Rose Weasley?" she asked flatly.

"No!" I said, putting my hands up in defense. "No, I was just—"

"Save it Scorpius," she said, grinning slightly. "You're not my type anyway. I prefer Slytherins who are not in love with Gryffindors. But it looks like—" she continued before I could say anything, "our dear Weasley doesn't know how you feel. How about we play a game?"

"What are you going on about?"

"We're Slytherins, Malfoy. Well at least, most of us are," she said, looking at me with disgust. "Point is, we manipulate. It's what we do. Let's say you and me have some fun with Rose. Let's get her true feelings for you to manifest itself."

"What are you on about?" I asked, slightly intrigued.

"I'm proposing that we make her jealous without her even realizing she's jealous. She'll eventually get fed up and the truth will all come out."

"And if it doesn't?"

"Well that's one less pureblood family ruined," Helen said with a smirk, ignoring my glare.

And so it began. Helen offered to be my "girlfriend" and spark something out of Rose, if there was anything to be sparked at all. At first, I was reluctant, but the moment I saw her irritated look after I kissed Helen in front of her, I knew it was working. How nice it was to be a Slytherin! Sometimes that whole manipulation thing came in handy.

/

Eve's POV

I woke up the next morning with dread. Well nausea too, but that was beside the point. I went down to find James already waiting in the common room, occupying my usual window-side spot. Strange for Potter to be up so early on a Saturday, but then I remembered the circumstances and decided it was best not to say anything. Especially because James was apparently not a huge fan of my decision to abort. He didn't pressure me not to or anything, but he himself told me not to when I said it first. I felt bad, but… I couldn't be a mother, and I didn't think James could really be a father either.

The idea was romantic, but actually going through with it was something else entirely.

"Hi," he said, looking up at me. I nodded. "Ready?"

"Yeah," I said quietly. That was a lie. How do you get ready to kill a potential baby? It helped that it wasn't technically living yet, but this was still probably the hardest decision I ever had to face. And it wasn't even really much of a decision. I knew what I had to do, but actually doing it would be difficult.

We walked in silence toward Madam Pomfrey. I could tell James wanted to say something, but he kept losing his nerve. I had half a mind to tell him to spit it out because it was making me so nervous, but I decided that he was probably anxious himself. He rapped on her door and it opened, revealing the hospital wing.

"Come in dears!" she sang out. When she saw me her brow furrowed. "Alright Eve? Taking those prenatal vitamins?"

"Actually, I came to get an abortion, Poppy," I said quietly. James looked surprised at me calling her by first name. I could tell Madam Pomfrey didn't think what I said was a good idea, but like James, she said nothing to discourage me.

"Well, I am not authorized to do this. It must be done in Mungo's. And since you are not seventeen years of age yet, Eve, I'm afraid I cannot let you do anything without guardian consent."

"I don't technically have a guardian," I said, feeling panicked. I felt James take my hand and was grateful. Madam Pomfrey frowned and looked at the two of us.

"Potter, I'm assuming you're the father?" she asked. James nodded. "Technically, Professor Neville Longbottom has assumed responsibility in case of medical emergency according to your files, Eve. I shall get him in if you'd like."

"Her birthday is February 6th. Can't we just go on with it? Make an exception?" James asked.

"I'm afraid not, Potter."

"Then yes, call him in," I said quietly, sinking down on one of the hospital wing beds. James looked panicked now.

"Eve," he said, as soon as Madam Pomfrey bustled out the room. "He's going to tell my mum."

"No, he's not," I said, tiredly. "Professor Longbottom will probably just encourage you to tell her. But he won't tell her. He's not interfering like the rest of you."

"Mmm," James said, still looking worried.

"Eve? James?" Neville asked, hurrying in.

James's POV

I paled as soon as I saw him. He was definitely going to tell my mother. He and my mother were always talking. And always talking about me at that. Something that annoyed me to no end. Don't get me wrong, I love Neville, but there's just something about having a teacher be a family friend. It made pranks harder to carry out.

Like the time I charmed the Slytherin banners to sing "death eaters unite!" mum sent me a howler. Ten to one, it was Neville. And now I've gone and gotten a girl pregnant. Mum was going to send me an Avada Kedavra curse by mail. I was dead. I was a dead man walking.

"Neville," Eve said. She was as pale as a ghost herself.

"What's wrong? You two are white as ghosts! Poppy, what's going—?"

"Eve's pregnant," I blurted out. Eve glared at me. Obviously it's not how she was going to say it but luckily there wasn't any time for me to get yelled at. Neville was now pale as a ghost.

"You're—" Neville said, turning to Eve, "are you okay? James, are you the father?"

"Yes," I said.

"So why are you telling me? You should call Ginny and Ha—"

"No, Professor, I… need you to give me abortion consent," Eve said. I couldn't help but flinch at the word. Something about it didn't feel right. I shook it off though. It was her choice. I knew that. Anyway, Neville looked like someone slapped him.

"What, why me? I… I should call… I'll call the Potters…" he said, backing out of the room. I rushed forward to stop him.

"Look Neville, please don't call them. I'll tell them on my own time, they'd hate if they heard from someone else," I explained. Neville's eyes were still wide and he couldn't take them off of Eve.

"But why must I give… what authority… Poppy, what's going on?"

Madam Pomfrey decided that this was the best time to jump in. Why she couldn't have jumped in earlier is something I can never figure out. The woman was mental.

"Neville," she said gently, placing a hand on his arm. "You've listed yourself as emergency contact for Eve. She's a minor and needs consent to go through with this."

"Eve," Neville said, looking like he was going to have a heart attack. "What… you want me to sign?"

"Yes, professor. James and I… we're not ready for a kid," she said calmly.

"You've thought this through? Like really thought about it? Because I'm not about to sign without knowing that you've slept on it."

"I've slept on it for more than a week and a half. If I do anymore "sleeping on it" it will be too late," Eve said logically. She knew for so long and didn't tell me? "I'm not fit to be a mother. It was an accident and it will disrupt all my plans. And probably James's too."

"Okay, where's the form?" Neville asked, still pale.

/

Eve's POV

The walls were too white in here. I was sitting in a very small room, with Healers crossing every now and then, making me nervous. It was much, much better than before though. Before, I was in a room where every goddamn person was pregnant and happy or trying to get pregnant. Their smiles were enormous, and I felt like someone needed to slap them.

It would be bad to mention how put together James was acting—much unlike me. He was so calm and it was good, albeit slightly annoying, to have around. It made me feel calmer, like this was no big deal, an everyday thing. A Healer took me from that god-awful room and brought me to this small white walled one. James sat against a wall on the other side of the room from me, looking composed. There was one poster on the wall and I wanted to tear it to pieces. There was a happy smiling baby on it, making gurgling noises and waving its chubby hand. I looked away, feeling nauseous.

"Ready?" a Healer asked, coming in. I nodded and climbed onto the bed.

A/N: I'm feeling the love :) Also, please don't hate me.

(and leave your feelings about abortion out of the story, please3. I know it's a sensitive topic, but everyone has their point of view, respect it!)