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Chapter 4 : The Friends
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But this situation was unbelievably worse.
Sirius had finished pulling on his robes and was still smiling as though there was hope that they could put this all behind them. “Well?” He asked taking a few steps toward her.
“I’m definitely pregnant.” Melora said, unconsciously taking a few steps back towards Madame Moffat’s door.
“And you’re sure it’s…mine?”
The blond nodded. “Stephen, my ex-boyfriend, and I never…um, well you know.”
“Shagged?” Sirius smirked a little but dropped it when Melora shot him a dirty look.
“Our relationship went deeper than physical contact.” She replied sharply, her voice slightly higher.
Sirius just shrugged, as if he cared about Jones’s social problems. What they needed to focus on now was the thing inside her. “So what are we going to do?”
Melora unrolled the scrolls and looked at the information Moffat had given her, considering showing Sirius, but rolled it back up immediately. The pamphlets really did have everything she needed, diagrams and graphic images included.
“I don’t know yet.” She replied “But I wanted to tell you that you don’t need to do anything.” The words fell out of Melora’s mouth before she could stop them, “I promise I won’t tell anyone it’s yours. We can just pretend we never met. That’s what you want right?”
Sirius blinked not entirely sure what the right this to say was. Melora, however, seemed to take this as an affirmative answer. She hurried out of the hospital wing, throwing a quick “Goodbye Black.” Over her shoulder, leaving Sirius with his mouth half open, speechless.
“And she just left?”
Sirius nodded miserably and James let out a low whistle, “Wow mate, that’s rough.”
Peter glanced up from James’s copy of ‘Quidditch Through the Ages’, “More like lucky if you ask me.”
“How’d you figure?” Sirius asked coolly, daring Peter to deny the importance of his child.
Peter flushed and shrugged turning back to the magazine, “It’s lucky she’s giving you the potion to opt out is all. Not that you should or anything.”
Remus shook his head as he scribbled out a large portion of his Potions essay, “You should talk to her Sirius. She was probably just scared.”
James nodded, “Girls say things they don’t really mean all the time Padfoot, like Lily for example-”
“I know they do, and we don’t want to hear any Lily stories today Prongs.” Sirius scowled. James huffed, “Well if you don’t want my help…”
“No, I do.” Sirius rubbed his face, “I’m just a little on edge right now. I’m going to be a father, who’d have thought?”
“Well you have dated a lot of girls.” Remus pointed out.
Sirius groaned, “Still not helping Moony.”
“Hey,” The other boy scratched his nose with his quill absently, “I gave you advice already, go talk to Jones.”
Sirius let out another groan and fell back onto his bed, “But what do I say?”
The three other boys exchanged glances, “Well Pads, none of us have really been in your situation before.” James said, “So we probably don’t have the best advice for dealing with your problem.”
“But I’d suggest telling her you’ll be there for her.” Remus supplied, “And you’ll support her decision, whatever it may be.”
James’s eyes lit up, “But don’t tell her what to do. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about girls from Lily it’s that they hate that.”
“That and being asked out every day.” Peter snorted and even Sirius had to laugh.
“And then you just left?”
Melora nodded miserably, and the brunette in front of her shook her head, “That’s cruel Lora.”
“I know.” She groaned, “But it happened before I could stop it.”
Beatrice Walsh leaned forward and Melora knew what was coming next, “You realize what you just did, don’t you?”
“Melora Jones! You gave up having the hottest guy in Hogwarts on a leash! He could be your slave right now, but you had to have pride!” The few Hufflepuffs sitting at the table with the two girls looked down curiously, but Bea paid them no mind. “What is wrong with you?”
“Bea, you don’t get it. I don’t want this any more than Black does.”
Beatrice waved her hand dismissively, “Not the point.”
“Exactly the point, actually.” Melora glared, and Bea sighed.
“Right, right, sorry. So are you going to talk to him?”
The blonde shook her head furiously, “And say what? Just kidding Black, I actually want you to be with me every step of the way and marry me so we can shag and reproduce like rabbits?”
Beatrice’s eyes widened and she stared at just above Melora’s head, but the girl hardly noticed. “If he wants to talk to me, he will. It’s not as if I can just waltz up to Black and tell him I really do care about what he thinks and…why are you pointing, oh Merlin he’s behind me, isn’t he?”
“Yes he is.” Melora winced at the deep voice and turned to look up at Black who had an amused grin on his face.
“Rabbits, eh? I think that can be arranged Jones.” Melora was fairly sure her face was suffering from third degree burns at the moment, “Would you mind going for a walk with me?”
“I have Muggle Studies.” Melora managed to squeak out, but Beatrice was quick to destroy her only escape.
“Winterberry is ill, I’ll cover for you.” The Hufflepuff said calmly standing up, “I’ll catch you later Melora.” She nodded at Black who returned it with a thankful smile.
“Loyalty my ass, she’s the worst Hufflepuff ever.” Melora mumbled under her breath.
If Black heard her, he said nothing, but held out his hand to help her off the bench. Melora ignored the offer and stood up on her own, swinging her bag over her shoulder and stalking out of the Great Hall. Sirius followed with ease, matching her short stomps with long strides.
“Nice girl, but I thought you were a Ravenclaw.” He commented.
“We were friends before Hogwarts.” Melora mumbled shifting the strap on her shoulder.
Sirius watched her, “Are you sure you’re alright to carry that?”
“I’m pregnant Black, not handicap.” She shot him a dirty look and he held his hands up innocently. They headed up the stairs in silence as they passed a group of giggling fifth years.
“I just wanted to talk to you.” Black said once the girls had gone into the Hall, “I know you said that I didn’t have to be involved if I didn’t want to. But I do. Want to be involved, I mean. And if what I heard back there was correct, you want me to too. So whatever you decide to do, I’m here for you. But it’s definitely your choice, and I’ll support whatever you want to do.”
Melora stopped walking and stared, mouth open at Sirius, who rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “What?” he asked.
The blonde bit her lip and glanced around to see if there was anyone in the hallway before daring to step over to Black and give him a tight hug, “Thanks.” She mumbled into his robes.
Sirius patted her back awkwardly and the same thought passed through their minds, ‘Bloody hormones’.
A/N- Look at this updating master right here
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