"Wait," Draco replies immediately. "Your friends know you're pregnant?" he asks, clearly horrified by the idea.
"No!" I reply, curious as to why it would upset him so much if I had told Hermione and Ginny about the baby. I mean, I know it would cause a scandal if word got out, but his reaction makes me feel as though he'd be ashamed for everyone to know he got me pregnant. Draco breathes a sigh of relief, but then realizes that I'm curious as to his meaning.
"I only asked that because I'm afraid they'd tell everyone," he explains, "and I don't want word of this reaching my parents before I get a chance to tell them."
Draco mentioning his parents gives me an apprehensive feeling; I remember how ashamed and afraid I was when my guardians realized I was pregnant... I can't imagine having to tell them. Furthermore, as bad as Mrs. McGreggor and Ms. Fitzpatrick reacted, they're just my guardians; Draco's biological parents are likely to react much worse.
I start to feel afraid for Draco... I can't imagine how hard it's going to be for him to gather the courage to tell his parents. After all, it was so hard for me to find the courage to tell Draco that I never managed to do so; it took him finding my pregnancy book for him to learn the truth. As I continue to dwell in my fear and uncertainty, Draco seems to pick up on it.
"Don't you worry about it at all," he says as he cleans close and presses his forehead against mine. "I can handle my parents."
I can't help but detect a hint of cockiness in his voice as he says this, and I wonder what he means when he says he'll 'handle' his parents. As I think this, however, he continues, answering my question before I've even asked it.
"My mother," he says, "will probably just cry for a while about how her only son is all grown up and about to be a father." He shakes his head and chuckles slightly as he says this. "But she'll be all right after a few days," he finishes.
"What about your father?" I ask quietly. I watch as a flicker of what looks like fear crosses Draco's handsome face very briefly, but he regains his composure quickly.
"My mother can calm him down," he replies apprehensively, as if he's hoping this is true. "I'll just make sure she's there when I tell him."
"And when will you tell him?" I ask.
Draco pauses for a moment, considering his options. "Next weekend," he says a moment later with resolve. "It's a Hogsmeade weekend; I'll write them tomorrow and ask them to meet me in Hogsmeade on Saturday." Stopping to think for a moment, Draco then reaffirms his decision. "Yeah, that'll work," he says quietly, more to himself than to me. "In fact," he continues, "it might be better that I tell him in public."
A look of horror immediately crosses my face as I catch on to Draco's meaning, but he quickly reassures me.
"He's just going to be upset about me resigning as prefect and Quidditch captain; that's all, love," he says with a small, forced smile on his face.
Having now had my attention drawn back to this previous matter, I once again insist to Draco that I'll feel horrible if he resigns.
"But then who will look after you?" he asks. "I won't be able to concentrate on my duties anyway if I'm worried about you, so I might as well quit."
"Hermione and Ginny can hang out with me... and I'm not a child anyway," I reply. "I don't need 'looking after'."
"You know what I mean," Draco replies. "Anyway, Granger and Weasley don't know you're pregnant, and they're certainly not going to come and find me if something goes wrong."
"Well, maybe I can tell them I'm pregnant and ask them to keep it a secret. And then they'll understand why they have to go find you," I reply.
"Darling, they're going to be upset enough when they find out we're dating," Draco responds. "Besides, I don't trust them."
My hopes suddenly fail as Draco says this; he's absolutely right. Hermione and Ginny are going to be mortified when they learn that Draco and I are dating. In fact, all my friends will be. I start to feel very apprehensive, because I know that I'm going to have to tell them all very soon. I begin to wonder what their reactions will be, and then my mind drifts to Harry, who's likely going to take the news the worst. Knowing this, I find myself unable to think on the matter any longer; I try my best to concentrate on the situation at hand instead.
"You're right," I finally admit quietly. "I can't tell my friends... but there's got to be another way."
I fall silent, contemplating a way for Draco to be able to keep his positions in the school. Draco, seeming to wonder the same things, falls silent as well.
"I think I've got it!" he exclaims a moment later. "Crabbe and Goyle!"
"Um... if I can't tell my friends, you certainly aren't telling yours," I reply.
"But they can be trusted!" Draco replies defensively. "They'll do whatever I say! I can make them swear an Unbreakable Vow to look after you and to keep our secret until we want it known."
"An Unbreakable Vow?" I ask incredulously.
"That's just for caution," he explains. "I probably won't even need it." Seeing my apprehensive look, he continues. "Come on, love," he says. "You've seen the way they follow me around and imitate my every move. All I have to do is order it, and it's done. I guarantee they're still standing in the hallway now, waiting for me to come out."
I chuckle in response to this, partially because I know Draco's right.
"See, you know I'm right!" he says with a playful chuckle.
"Well yes, I suppose so," I reply hesitantly.
"Good," Draco answers. "I'll go out into the hallway and get them."
Then, before I can protest, Draco gets to his feet and walks away, winding his way through the Room of Requirement. I watch from my chair as he pulls open the door and cautiously peeks outside, summoning his goons to him. Then he turns around and begins walking back towards me with a huge smile on his face. I can't help but to smile in return.
Crabbe and Goyle have barely entered the room when Draco reaches me, and he stands next to the chair I'm sitting in and wraps his arm around my shoulder while he waits for his friends to arrive. When they're standing in front of us, I can't help but notice that Crabbe and Goyle are grinning from ear to ear, and they keep casting glances towards each other, and then Draco and me.
"What's so funny?" I ask, slightly confused.
Neither boy responds, but each emits a quiet chuckle, which seems to anger Draco.
"Jayde asked you a question!" he snaps. "Answer her! What are the two of you laughing about?"
Suddenly growing very serious, Crabbe and Goyle now turn their gaze to the floor, ashamed. After a moment's silence, Goyle speaks up.
"We were just thinking," he begins, "that it was about time you two got it figured out."
A small smile plays on the edge of my lips at this, and I shake my head slightly. There's a momentary, expectant pause, and then Draco speaks.
"Well I'm glad you two like seeing Jayde and me together, because you're going to have to get used to it," he says with a smirk.
"And why's that?" Crabbe asks, looking up from the floor for the first time in moments.
"Because," Draco says matter-of-factly, "we're getting married. And Jayde's pregnant."
At this, Crabbe and Goyle don't utter a word. No words are necessary, however; their gaping mouths and stunned expressions tell me everything I need to know.