"Mio Dio, Besmaam!" Aryanna broke the grave silence in hysterical Italian and Tigrinya (The language of Eritrea )

Her eyes were now Hazel, frantically searching the face of Madam Pomfrey see something that would imply it was all a joke. All a horrible, shocking joke.

But it wasn't.

"Are you sure?" Draco asked in a low, frantic voice, he had turned even paler than usual, but he had to stay calm. Many girls had tried the 'pregnancy' hoax, so that they could get a share of the Malfoy fortune, and be high up in society as the mother of a Malfoy. He was used to it, but now it as for real.

"Draco, idiota, si svuota la testa, si sono mentalmente defiecient? ciò che è in quel cranio vuoto? Hummum! Iway Ane!" Aryanna shook his broad shoulders with so much force for somebody who had just fainted.

"But I used the conterptosa spell Aryanna!"

"Miss Nicola, Mr Malfoy I suggest you both calm down, for the sake of your baby and the other patients in this ward." Madam Pomfrey said, in a quiet yet brisk voice.

"Si , si , si haray" Aryanna said, , panting , closing her eyes.

"Do you want me to help you?" Draco gently asked the now shaking mother to be.

"Do you think because I'm pregnant, I'm disabled?" she replied in a low, sharp voice that could cut glass.

So they simply walked side by side, not speaking a word but screaming thousands with their eyes.

After dinner, they were in the dormitory, she in her bedroom, doing God knows what , and he in the common room, trying to work out the rest of their lives. It was time to man up, he decided, and be a father.

In slow, delicate steps he made his way to her room , whilst contemplating what to say to her. With a deep breath, he turned the door knob …..

To find Aryanna lying on her bed, blood dripping onto the floor from the bed sheets, and in turn Aryanna's wrists.

"HELP! HELP! , SOMEBODY HELP! SOMEBODY CALL DUMBLEDORE!" like a madman he ran out to the corridors, his grey eyes frantically searching for somebody, his blonde hair sticking up in all angles, his pale face harassed with tears.

The Next Day

"Mr Malfoy, you really should be going back to your lessons and prefect duties" Professor McGonagall told a worn out Draco in a disapproving tome

"Im not going anywhere , Professor, Prefect Duties or otherwise can wait" he croaked.

He had been beside Aryanna's bedside, praying to whatever being was up there, Merlin or God, that his baby and the girl that he loved would be safe….

TBC…

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