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Chapter 1: News
“Oh, my God.”
I closed my eyes, letting my forehead rest on my bare legs. They were soothingly cool against my burning up face. “I know.”
My best friend, the strikingly stunning Angelina Johnson, sighed. Loudly. “Oh my fucking God.”
I raised my eyebrows, keeping my eyes tight shut. “I know.”
“Alicia, seriously,” Angelina’s cold, long fingers cupped my chin and she pulled my face away from my legs non too gently, “oh, my God.”
I exhaled loudly. “I know!”
Her hand dropped from my face and clutched the small white stick on the floor. The stick that told me my future. The stick that ruined my life.
The pregnancy test stick that had the fucking audacity to be positive.
I mean, seriously. There are women out there who would kill for a baby of their own, women who have been trying for years to get pregnant. And does this know it all pregnancy test give them any babies?
It has to give one to me. The sixteen year old Gryffindor Chaser who can barely look after herself, let alone anyone else. Let alone a baby.
It has to give one to the girl who’s only had sex one time in her entire life.
I wasn’t even sure it was sex. It was all over so fast. Lee and I were both smashed. Hammered into the new millennia. It had been a late “Welcome Back” party. Three weeks into the new year – my sixth year at Hogwarts. And after Lee and I had been engaged in many a drinking competition in small bursts through the night, we’d gone on a trek to the Room of Requirement. And then, somehow, suddenly, it had happened.
My best friend and me.
And, of course, we’d been far too drunk to even think about contraception.
Thus, the problem I was now facing.
Pregnant sixteen year old. Single.
I snorted cynically, realising how much it sounded like something my mother would say. She was a public relations officer for the Ministry, and had a thing for bringing up facts at the dinner table about things exactly like this.
“Alicia Spinnet,” she’d say, pushing the blonde curls so similar to my own out of her face, “Today I was handling a case. Pregnant sixteen year old. Single. Do you know how much the teenage single mother rate has gone up this year? 20 percent.”
“I don’t think it’s very funny,” Ange said, breaking me out of my daydream. “You’re having a baby, Ali.”
I flinched. “Thanks for that, Ange,” I muttered dryly. “Let’s just rub it in a bit more, shall we? Why don’t you make leaflets, or banners?”
She rolled her liquid brown eyes. “I’m trying to help you, Alicia,” she put the pregnancy test on the floor between us and slid down to join me on the cold tiles of the third floor girls bathroom, where I’d been sitting since she’d shown me the little pink cross just ten minutes earlier. “Isn’t that why I’m here? To help?”
I pulled a face, letting my head fall back against the cubicle wall. “You’re not doing a very good job,” I muttered nastily. She didn’t comment, like I knew she would’ve done in any other situation, nor did she storm off.
I was selfishly grateful.
“So,” Ange said eventually. She propped her feet up against the bottom bit of the sink and rested her head on the wall of the cubicle we’d only just vacated. “What are you going to do?”
I laughed humourlessly. “Does it look like I have any idea right now, Ange?”
Angelina crossed her dark, skinny arms over her chest. Her Gryffindor tie bunched up under her hands. We were skipping Herbology to do this, and Ange hated skipping class. It made her cranky. “Whose is it?”
My tongue darted out to moisten my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “Lee’s.”
I jumped, startled as Ange’s head whipped around, her chocolate gaze fixing onto mine. “Do you mind?” I snapped, pressing a hand over my frantically beating heart. “Christ, Ange. I don’t think I’m in need of any more shocks today, thanks.”
She ignored me. “Lee? As in Jordan?”
“Do you know of any others?” I grumbled. I turned my face away, unwilling to feel guilty for keeping such huge information from her, and knowing I’d have no choice if I had to look at her much longer. “Of course Lee Jordan.”
Ange shook her head, her braids hitting her face. “That is not possible.”
“It’s what I do best, isn’t it?” I indicated myself with one shaking hand. “Defy all logical laws of nature and science?”
“You can say that again,” Ange snorted. “But…how?”
Lee’s face floated into my mind, his sparking grey eyes grinning down at me, his chocolate skin so smooth to the touch. His smile was crooked, his breath hot and sweet on my face, his hands cold on my burning skin.
“I don’t know,” I muttered, shaking my head to get rid of the unwanted images.
Except I did know. Because Lee had been my best guy friend since we’d joined Hogwarts six years ago. And he’d only proved to get more and more attractive as the years went on. I wasn’t going to say no.
In fact, I was pretty sure it had been my idea.
“So does he know?”
My eyes snapped open so I could glare at my astonishingly dim friend. “Of course not, you absolute twasack. I didn’t know until ten minutes ago! You read the results.”
Oh aye? Oh aye?
I was finding out I was having a baby and the only thing my best mate had to say was oh sodding aye.
“You’re not being much help here,” I said again. I stretched my hands across my stomach, trying to imagine myself bigger, or with stretch marks. It was impossible. “What am I going to do, Ange?”
She shrugged one shoulder carefully. “I don’t know, Ali.”
My mind started to race through all the things that would happen if I had a baby. My mom would slaughter me. I’d have to tell Lee. I’d have to ruin his life as well as my own. I’d get bigger – I’d have to get maternity clothes. I’d have to drop out of school, not finish my NEWTs. I’d have to quit Quidditch.
“Wood’s going to kill me,” I whispered.
I looked at Ange. She looked at me.
And then, suddenly, out of nowhere, we were laughing.
Really laughing. Rolling about on the floor, tears streaming down our faces, stitch inducing laughing.
“Laughing this hard can’t be good in my condition,” I said eventually, once we’d straightened up. Ange chuckled.
There was another pause and I stood up, looking at myself in the mirror. I was half expecting something to have changed in the twenty minutes we’d been in there. Something noticeable to be different.
Nothing was. The same blue eyes stared back at me, the same crazed golden curls caressed the pale, flawless skin of my heart shaped face. I was always told how lucky I was to have such classic features.
Somehow, I didn’t think lucky quite covered the predicament I now found myself in.
“Well fuck me,” Ange said. Her eyes rested on my flat stomach, toned from all the practise I was forced into as Gryffindor Chaser. “Are you going to tell him? Lee, I mean?”
“Nah,” I shook my head, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. “Thought he wouldn’t notice if I put on fifty odd pounds in nine months.”
Ange stuck out her tongue. “When?”
I sighed again. “At the welcome back party. We went off to the Room of Requirement. One minute we’re sitting there, drinking and playing would you rather, the next we’re snogging, the next we’re-”
Ange cried out, pressing her dark, long fingered hands to her ears. “I didn’t mean that!” she practically screamed, slamming her eyes shut. “I don’t want the details Ali! I meant when are you going to tell him?”
My cheeks flushed. “Oh.”
“Oh is right,” Angelina muttered darkly. “And the Room of Requirement, Ali? Could you actually be any more of a slut?”
I laughed, unable to stop myself at the brutal honesty that had made us friends from the first time we’d laid eyes on each other back in first year. “Could be worse,” I pondered aloud, tracing the line of my jaw with my eyes in the mirror. I turned around, hopping up onto the sink. “Could’ve been a broom closet.”
Ange snorted. “Well that’s true.”
I pursed my lips, fixing my gaze onto hers. She stared back worriedly.
“Well,” she agreed.
I lifted my gaze to the ceiling.
What a bloody day.
A/N: Well. A new story. I know I promised a Sirius/OC next, but I got kind of distracted when this baby came up and bit me on the backside. So, yeah. Alicia Spinnet's having a baby with Lee Jordan. I know pregnancy stories are like the most cliche thing in the world, but seriously, who doesn't love them?
Anyway, I really hoped you liked the chapter and if you were kind enough to leave a review that would be great. ;)
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