Word Count: 2,588
Summary: One little mistake and they were stuck in an impossible situation- one that phsyically shouldn't have even been possible. Who said pregnancy was a blessing?
Warnings: Mentions of sex and foul language throughout
Notes: The chapter index can be found here.
Lovely chapter image by BitterSweetFlames @ The Dark Arts
Scorpius met my eyes in the dim light of the hallway by the common room. It still amazed me even after all these years how gray his eyes actually were. They were cold and endless, like I was falling into a deep abyss. Sometimes the very idea of even looking him in the eye was enough to make me feel like I was falling. He managed to find a way to get under my skin even despite the fact that we rarely spoke. We were rarely even face to face. “What makes you think we need to speak, Weasley?”
“Believe me, Malfoy. We need to speak. Desperately.” I was very proud that I managed to keep my voice level and calm. Especially when inside I was anything but. Inside I was in a state of panic, wondering how much he’d freak out by the news. And why wouldn’t he go completely mental? It wasn’t every day you got told news of this magnitude, was it? Then again, I wasn’t sure what he actually heard often or not. There were so many things I didn’t actually know about him to be honest.
His gaze remained on my face for a while. Far too long. I could feel warmth flow over the back of my neck as a blush threatened to cover my face. Him staring at me that intently was making me feel rather uncomfortable. Finally he nodded though, then motioned with his chin down the hall. “Follow me then, Weasley.”
I watched him inch past me, arm barely brushing up against mine as he passed. I felt something clench within my stomach. Oh boy, looks like the little one inside of me knew when the daddy was nearby. That could prove to be problematic.
After taking several deep breaths I made my way down the hall after him, watching his long, even strides. Was it insane that I wanted to let him know what was going on? Surely I could have kept it from him. And while that wouldn’t have been the smartest thing in the world to do it sure would have been easier. And I doubt he ever would have been able to figure out this child was his.
Scorpius stopped them in the middle of my internal struggle and turned back towards me, leaning against the wall next to one of the windows. The light hit his hair in a way that made it seem much more fair than it actually was and cast shadows across his face. “What did you want to talk about, Weasley?”
In the past it had never bothered me when he called me ‘Weasley’. But now that I was carrying the next generation of Malfoys in my uterus it strung something deep within my chest. A part of me wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that I had a name and that he ought to use it. But I knew if I yelled at him it wouldn’t really do any good. He had called me by my last name my whole life and I doubted my having a small temper tantrum would change any of that.
Gripping my books as tightly as I could against my chest almost like it was a lifeline I pressed my back against the wall on the opposite side of the window from him. I took a moment to glance up and down the hall, trying desperately to make sure that there was no one around that could overhear our conversation. The last thing I wanted was gossip.
“Yes?” Instantly my attention was back on him, eyes meeting his.
“You said you needed to speak to me. You were rather insistent. So talk.”
“Oh….right.” I moistened my bottom lip with my tongue, trying to find the right words to say. “I…just found out something rather interesting.”
“And what might that be?”
“I’m pregnant, Malfoy.”
“Well, good for you. Can’t say this isn’t a bit of a shock and all, but why is it you’re telling me of all people?”
“Because you’re the father.”
“Oh, I wish I could say you were right. But….well….there is actually a funny story behind all of this.”
“Somehow I doubt I’ll find this amusing at all.”
I didn’t like the tone in his voice. He sounded annoyed, like he thought I was playing some kind of a game with him. If only I was playing a game my life would be so much easier. But this wasn’t a game. Sadly this was very serious. I was in fact carrying the spawn of Scorpius Malfoy inside of me and he didn’t believe me. Not that I blamed him.
“I hate to break it to you, Weasley, but I think you stopped paying attention at some point when they explained where it was babies came from. See, we’d have to have shagged in order for me to have gotten you pregnant. We never did.”
“I’m aware that we’ve never shagged, Malfoy.”
“Then what are you playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything. I’m pregnant and the baby just happens to be yours.”
“This is getting less and less amusing by the minute.” He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers, closing his eyes. I can’t honestly say I wouldn’t have been just as frustrated if I was him, but frustrated or not the facts were the facts.
“I’m not trying to be amusing, Malfoy.”
“Alright, for the sake of arguments I’ll say that I believe you about this baby being mine. Would you care explaining to me exactly how that would be possible?”
“Well….like I said, that’s a funny story.”
“Oh, please. Humor me.” He dropped his hand down and met my eyes again, openly defiant and disbelieving. This wasn’t going to be good.
“Well….before third year I went to Diagon Alley and was wandering around the bookstore. I found this old book that was supposed to be a whole group of jokes and prank. They’re spells and potions and the like.”
“I assume there’s a point to this little story?”
“Must you be so impatient?”
“Forgive me if right now I find my patience to be running thin.”
I pursed my lips at him, more than annoyed by his attitude. But at the same time I understood why he was frustrated. I would have been if I were him. “There is a point. I bought the book. I didn’t think any of them would work. But every once in a while I would try out the spells or the potions. Some would work. Some wouldn’t. Usually the small ones that took no effort would actually work out.”
“So, I got bored one night and there was a spell I decided to try out. I misread it.”
“What does that mean?”
“I thought the spell was supposed to make the person you were thinking of become pregnant. I mean, I didn’t think it was going to work because the complex ones never did. And besides, I was thinking of a guy, you know? And guys can’t get pregnant. But I did the spell anyway, trying to just relieve my boredom. But I read the spell wrong. If you’re a guy and you’re thinking of someone they can end up pregnant by the man. If a woman is doing the spell and thinks of a guy she can get pregnant by them.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
“I was thinking of you because I thought it’d be funny. You know, the idea of you being pregnant being such a stuck up prat. Only since I read it wrong…that meant I ended up pregnant. And the baby is yours.”
“And why should I believe that?”
I had known that he probably wouldn’t believe me. It did seem like a rather unbelievable story if I didn’t know for a fact it was true. But I had come prepared. So, I pulled one of the books out the stack pressed against my chest and held it out to him. The binding was fraying from age and the pages were yellowed, but it was still in decent condition.
He took it from me the moment I held it out to him and began flipping through it, eyes dancing across the pages. It felt like my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. Somehow this was more nerve wracking than actually telling him had been. He was looking over the pages with intensity, trying to find the spell I was referring to.
I knew when he found it though because he stopped turning the pages and gazed down at it intently, eyebrows drawing together. His eyes danced over the page and then jumped back up to meet my eyes, then back down to the page, his gaze becoming more and more intense with each and every pass. “This is serious, isn’t it?”
“I’m afraid it is.”
“And now you’re pregnant?”
“Are you absolutely positive?”
“Yes, absolutely positive. I made sure before I worried about it. I wouldn’t have told you if I wasn’t.”
“Merlin.” He let out a slow breath, closing the book. “You’re pregnant.”
“And because of this spell the baby happens to be mine.”
“Shit.” He closed his eyes and slammed the book down on the sill of the window. “This is just…fucking great.”
I couldn’t help but flinch at the tone of voice. He was pissed but I wasn’t sure if he was pissed at me or at the situation. Either way he was rather annoyed with what was going on.
I didn’t blame him for being frustrated with the situation. I was too. I hadn’t exactly planed on becoming pregnant this early in my life. Nor did I plan on having a baby with Scorpius Malfoy of all people. I was sure my father wouldn’t be at all pleased with the idea of the other grandfather of his first grandchild being his enemy from his school years. And I could only imagine how Scorpius’ father would feel with me being the mother of his first grandchild. I had gotten myself into an awful mess.
I could almost hear the whispers that would be going on behind my back, feel the eyes all looking at me. They’d all think of me as some hideous cow. And they’d never believe it was a spell. They’d think I somehow managed to seduce Scorpius into sleeping with me and as thus became pregnant. And though if the circumstances were normal ones than they’d be right- about my sleeping with him that is. I would never have been a seducer though. The seduced perhaps, but never the seducer. That just wasn’t in me. I wasn’t interest enough in the idea of sexual contact to go out of my way to try to convince someone to sleep with me.
I couldn’t deny, however, that I found Scorpius to be an attractive guy. The idea of sleeping with him had never actually crossed my mind. Even now I couldn’t imagine sleeping with him. It was just beyond my comprehension. He was beyond out of my league. He was too different from me, too pretentious and too prideful to ever be even my darkest sexual fantasy.
He let out another slow breath and opened his eyes, gazing over at me. “What are we going to do now?”
“Well, since technically speaking this is my child, what are we going to do?”
“I’m having the baby.” Shouldn’t that have been an obvious answer? If I wasn’t going to have this baby I never would have gone to speak to him. And though I didn’t want my life to be this complicated I had gotten myself into this situation. This child deserved a life. Just because I had made a stupid mistake and read the spell wrong it didn’t mean that I should punish it.
“You’re having the baby?”
“Yes.” My answer left no room for questions. I knew he wouldn’t like the answer, but it was possible that he could at least accept it. “I don’t expect anything from you, Malfoy. I don’t expect you to be a part of this child’s life or even be near me. I just wanted to let you know what was going on. It wouldn’t be fair for me keep something this big from you. You have every right to know.”
“Do your parents know yet?”
“No. I haven’t told anyone but you. I thought you should be the first one to find out that you were going to be a father.”
“Your parents aren’t going to be happy.”
“I know. But I don’t know if I’ll tell them who the father is. Just that I got myself into a complicated situation and now they’re going to be grandparents.”
“Of course you’re going to tell them.” The tone was just as serious as mine had been when I said I was going to keep the baby. “They’ll want to know. And they should know. If you don’t tell them it’ll only make you look like some slag that sleeps around, you know. And though I have no doubt they’d love you regardless they’d never look at you the same again.”
“But if I tell them they’ll want you to be involved in the child’s life. They’ll do anything they have to in order to make sure that happens.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that.”
“Then I don’t understand.”
“I don’t know what kind of a person you think I am, Weasley. And usually I couldn’t care less. But you have to understand that of all the things I may be irresponsible isn’t one of them. If I’m the father of this child than it would be in everyone’s best interest for me to be involved.”
“Your father isn’t going to be happy about this, you know. He’ll be very upset. More than upset. He'll be furious.”
“I know he won’t be very happy. But he’ll just have to deal with the situation at hand just like you and I and your parents will have to deal with it. What’s done is done. We can’t change what’s already come to pass. But we can try to make the best out of a less than ideal situation.”
“Are you sure you want to be involved, Malfoy?”
“I made my decision.” He picked up the book and held it out to me, long fingers holding it loosely. “You’re going to have the baby and I’m going to be involved with the child’s life.” As he handed the book to me I could see a smile slowly creeping across his face. “I must say, Weasley, you have put me into a very interesting situation.”
“The situation is rather interesting for me as well.”
“I’d imagine so.” Straightening himself out he shook his hair out of his face. “Let me know when you plan to tell your parents about the new addition to the family. I’d love to be there.”
“You mean you want to see them get upset.”
“Oh, no. I just want to see how they take the lovely, lovely news.”
He made his way back down the hall to his common room. As I watched his back I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to handle this mess I had gotten myself in to.
And how much my parents were going to want to kill me for this.
Merlin was my life becoming a mess.