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Chapter 7 : A Picture Will Last Longer
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Chapter 7. A Picture Will Last Longer
"How your mum and dad haven't heard anything through the grapevine is beyond me..." Clover muttered as we walked from my appointment with Madam Pomfrey. People had been waiting outside the hospital wing in hope of catching a glimpse of the newest scandal - me.
I was officially four months along, and one could now distincly see, and I definitely felt, a small baby-bump.
It had been a month since I'd figured out about the pregnancy, and I still hadn't told my parents.
I'm scared shitless, so sue me.
But I had to agree with Clover. Every single one at this school now knew that the popular girl, the daughter of the ex-Death Eater, the girl whose mother was the Minister for Magic, was pregnant. And even though I was the hottest topic at this school there hadn't been any reporters around and mum hadn't sent me a Howler - yet.
I found this strange.
Someone was calling my name, and I scanned the group of people that were pretending to just 'happen' to be right outside the hospital wing when I got out - they didn't fool anyone.
Then a dark haired boy who towered over them all ran towards me, grinning.
"Hey, Al," I grinned back at my cousin.
"Hi," he breathed while smiling. That boy seemed to always smile. "How did it go?"
Clover, Al and I were walking down a hallway, Clo and I on our way to the great hall to catch dinner before they stopped serving it, and Al just tagging along, I guess. I sped up the pace a bit so I wouldn't be too late.
"It was alright. I'm in tip top shape," I answered, and couldn't help but stroke my belly at the mention of it. It had becoma a habit, really. "She said something about there being something strange with the heartbeat, but it wasn't anything serious. It was most likely the machine-thingy she used being old and messed up."
"Oh?" A worried wrinkle appeared on Al's forehead.
"Relax, she said the baby's healthy and happy," I said and patted my stomach to illustrate my point.
"Did she say anything about the sex?"
"Nah, it's too early," Clover muttered in a disappointed voice, and I chuckled. My best friend had been so excited to hear if it were a boy or girl, and I bet the wait was killing her.
We walked in silence for a minute, and I gazed up at my abnormally tall cousin. It still took me by surprise how alike he and uncle Harry were, the same unruly, black hair, emerald eyes, lanky, but muscular build and glasses.
Albus caught me staring at him.
"What?" He said, swiping his face with a rough hand. "Have I got egg on my face?"
I chuckled while shaking my head. The tips of my frizzy, blond curls tickling my arms as they followed the movement.
Al had been a wonderful support ever since he found out about me, and had promised to not tell any other family members until I was ready. But I noticed that he was getting edgy as time passed on. The boy hated to keep secrets. One time he'd snogged his older brother James' girlfriend and wasn't supposed to tell, but then ended up blurting it out in the middle of a family dinner.
I couldn't eat carrots for a whole year after witnessing James forcing them up Al's nostrils.
Actually, I still can't.
"Del, when are you-"
"Stop nagging, Albus," I sighed, immediately knowing what he was going to ask. "I will tell them in my own time."
Looking at me grumpily, he gazed down on my slightly bulging stomach. It wasn't very visible under my wide sweatshirt, but you could still see its contours.
Madam Pomfrey said my baby-bump was a tad on the large side, but I didn't mind. If I was going to be pregnant I might as well go all the way.
As if it could notice where my thoughts were directed, the baby began moving. I felt the tiny pokes and stopped in my tracks. Al and Clover walked a few steps before they noticed I wasn't following, and turned only to discover me grinning like a fool.
"Come feel this!" I yelped, and had to laugh at Al's bouncing steps as he rushed to me with his hand outstretched.
He had been complaining for days at how every time I felt the baby move he was never present.
Both Albus and Clo's hands were on my stomach, funny looks on their faces.
"I can't feel anything," Clover said in a bored tone and removed her palm from me. "Boring!"
Her attention-span was exceptionally low. Unless one talked about her.
"Really? Al, what about you?" I frowned. How could they not notice that distinct flutter?
"Sorry, Del, but I can't feel anything either," Al's expression mirrored mine.
When he slowly removed his hand he caught a glimpse of his watch, and let ut a yelp.
"Bugger! he exclaimed. "I'm late for Potions! I'll see you later, okay?" And then he was off, running like the wind was carrying him.
I had to let out a laugh when he stumbled clumsily on his long legs(how he had the precision and skill to be Seeker was beyond me), and I then turned to join Clover on our way to meet the lads outside Professor Hannah Reitzel's classroom.
Oh, by the way, she was our amazingly beautiful, blonde, drool-worthy curvy and hilarious teacher in The Dark Arts. Deuce and Chase had had a bet about her as well, but found out quite quickly that the woman was.. Ehm... Playing for the other team, if you get my meaning. We noticed this at Slughorn's annual Christmas Party when we were introduced to the Mrs Hannah Reitzel.
Mary Ann. A tall, lanky redhead with bright blue eyes, and a constant smile on her face. They really seemed to be in love. It wasn't like they held hands or kissed, in fact I don't think I saw either of that even once, but they had this bond of electricity tying them together. Even if they were at opposite sides of the room.
What's up with hot female teachers at this school?! And why couldn't there be any male ones? Unfair.
"Did you see that?" I heard Chase's voice exclaim from behind me, and found him, Deuce and Bray walking out of the classroom. "Professor Reitzel just totally checked me out!
"Yeah. She certainly gave you the once-over," Deuce said with a snicker.
"Hey, sexy." Bray walked over to me and kissed me full on the mouth, catching me completely off guard.
"I'll probably regret asking, but what does that mean?" Chase ignored mine and Bray's little snogging session, and instead gave his brother a skeptical look.
"The once-over: she looked at you once and then it was over," Deuce laughed. Bray's lips parted from mine, but with a strong arm around my waist, and awarded Deuce's insult with a smirk.
"Nice one," he continued to say, and then kissed my neck lightly.
Chase rolled his eyes as Bray followed this up by giving my bum a little squeeze.
"Get a room," he mumbled.
"Sorry," Bray retorted to Chase's mumble, his words muffled as he was occupied with nibbling on my neck. "But I just can't keep my hands off... She's yumtacular."
"Brayder!" I giggled, and relished in the feel of Bray's arm around me. He hadn't held me like this ever since he found out about the situation. "You're terrible," I reprimanded with a smile.
"Speaking of bodaucious babes, I am telling you, Professor Reitzel had her massive breasts pushed up all the way to Canada today, and I swear that she bent over me on purpose so I could peek into that cleavage," Chase said in a rushed matter, only focusing on his brother, who seemed uninterested, by the way.
"Let it go, little bro-"
"So you're really telling me that you didn't notice that her-"
"That Reitzel's tits almost fell out? Of course I did." Deuce shrugged his shoulders. "Boobs like hers doesn't grow on trees, that's for sure..." He trailed off, his eyes dazed and a goofy grin on his lips.
"Imagining that tree?" Bray asked with a smirk, and Deuce nodded unashamed.
"I am, yes."
We all turned and caught sight of a very beautiful, lean, fake-blond girl who bit her lipstick-covered lip and smiled suggestively at Deuce.
"Eh, hey..." Deuce grinned. "You."
Oh, how pathetic was this? He couldn't even remember her name.
Run, Fake-Blond - save yourself!
Deuce walked over to the fake-blond and kissed her cheek, she giggled.
"Thanks for last night," she muttered under her breath, and I rolled my eyes. Yes, so I'm an eavesdropper, now you know.
"No, thank you," Deuce said with his dark voice, and I could only imagine how his intense stare made fake-blond's knees buckle beneath her.
Deuce then proceeded to take her hand and slowly lift it to his mouth, with surprisingly tender movements he put his lips on the palm of her hand and gently kissed it.
I swear I heard her whimper.
The charmer then let go of her and grinned as she almost stumbled on her own feet when she turned around to walk away.
With a self-satisfied smirk, Deuce returned to face the rest of us, and Bray was the only one to return said smirk.
"So where was I-"
"You were last seen on Mount Ego," Chase interrupted his brother, glaring as he did so and then stomped away.
"Chase," I called after him, a trace of a chuckle in my voice, but he only stepped up his pace and quickly rounded a corner.
"Who lit a fuse on his tampon?" Deuce asked no one in particular, grinning at his own witty choice of words.
"Well, it may have something to do about you-"
But I was to be cut off by Deuce as he suddenly whipped around and just narrowly avoided to hit me with his broad shoulder.
I was not surprised to see the black haired Jade Williams walking with her friend with the earrings, only this time she had substituted the earrings for a massive necklace. It looked heavy and uncomfortable. What was it with this girl and over-sized jewelery?
Deuce licked his lips, grinned and proceeded to walk up next to Jade. With a groan, the rest of us followed him, Bray's hand on the small of my back.
"Hello, Jade," Deuce said, proud that he remembered her name. I saw how Jade cringed as she noticed who was talking to her.
"Zabini," she greeted back in a growl. Her friend, I think her name was Lauren, was gaping and tripping on her own legs. No wonder, though, she was actually wearing heels.
"So," Deuce said smirking, keeping up with Jade's pace, even though it had picked up slightly. He didn't say anything else but let his eyes wander up and down the short, green eyed girl, biting his lower lip when he realised that she's unbuttoned the top three buttons on her shirt.
"Stop objectifying me," she warned him, not even turning to grant him a look, but I knew her eyes were shooting green lightning rods.
"I wasn't. I was just looking at your body," Deuce retorted, and I wanted to slap him for being such a gender stereotype.
"You've got two choices, turd," Jade growled as she abruptly stopped, Lauren staring wide eyed at her friend. I was right about the green lightening rods, seeing as now she was shooting them at Deuce, and I was pleased to see that Deuce was backing off a bit. She drew her wand quick as a whip and placed it an inch from Deuce's perfectly shaped nose. "Either walk away from me, or limp away from me."
I held my breath as I, too, came to a halt. Bray was watching the scene thoroughly entertained and tightened his hold about my waist. Clover was the only one of us to not stop and see where this was going, but instead glowered at Deuce as she marched past him and Jade.
Deuce arched his eyebrow at the fuming girl in front of him, completely ignoring the wand that was practically pushed up his nostril. While grinning mischievously, he let out a small chuckle.
"So kitty has claws," he noted in a low, masculine voice.
"You're counting to three?" Deuce was laughing now. "That hasn't worked since I was four."
He didn't say anything, just smiled a mocking smile down at the raging Jade.
The spell knocked Deuce off his feet and made him crash into the wall behind him. Brayder was laughing hysterically, and I couldn't help but join in, but still ran over to Deuce to check if he was okay.
Jade and Lauren were marching off, but Lauren couldn't help but look over her shoulder with a shocked expression. By what I could register, Lauren was now telling her friend off for damaging the most gorgeous guy in school, but Jade didn't seem to care in the least.
"What the bloody hell?!" Deuce was wheezing between gasps, the crash had knocked the wind right out of him.
"You really didn't see that coming?" I asked with my eyebrow arched. "Not the most colourful crayon in the box now, are we?"
"Shut it, Del," he hissed, and shot the laughing Bray a deadly glare. It took him a few moments to get his breathing back to normal, but when he did he jumped back on his feet and rushed off towards the great hall.
"Good morning, Del!"
I hadn't even sat my bum down on the hard chair before Tristan's disgustingly cheerful voice cut its way in my ear and sent electrical shocks up to my throbbing brain.
"How are you feeling?"
With squinted eyes I raised my head and shot him glares that I hoped he would feel physically. By the looks of it, he did, and that made me want to pat myself on the back, but my ability to move was limited because of the fucking morning sickness.
"How am I feeling?" I muttered at him, a deadly sneer not far away. "Well, let's see; I spent the whole morning puking, showered, puked some more, got stared at when walking over here, and I have heartburn that's radiating all the way from my toes to my brain." I was panting. "How the fuck do you think I am?!"
"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, his blue eyes looking apologetically at me. Great, now I felt bad for him. "I thought that-" I began crying, no, not crying, sobbing. "Oh, my God, Del! I'm so so so sorry! Please forgive me!"
"No, it's not you," I sniffled, trying to dry away the trails of saltwater on my cheeks. "I don't even know why I'm crying."
"Aw, Del," Tristan said in a consoling voice, his hand finding mine. "It's just the pregnancy. A soup of hormones churns through your body, and naturally your emotions are rising and falling at the slightest provocation."
"That's idiotic," I muttered angrily and rolled my eyes.
"All right, class, quiet down," Professor Martinez called out as she appeared in the doorway, successfully ending all conversation that was taking place in the room.
"I have heard that some of you do not appreciate the way I teach, and I think it's a good idea to address this before we begin our lesson."
Everyone was looking uncomfortable, squirming in their seats.
"So everyone please take up some parchment and something to write with," she said in a sweet tone that hinted to a deeped annoyance. "Now, if you've got some complaints or comments about how I teach, I suggest you write them down on that piece of parchment."
We were all unsure about whether to move or not, but she was standing there looking expectantly at us, so we grudgingly found parchment and a quill.
With raised eyebrows she crossed her arms in front of her full bosom, and began tapping her heel impatiently.
There were a few highly uncomfortable moments of painfull silence as everyone cast torn glances at each other.
Suddenly, just as I was about to dip my quill in the bottle of ink, Professor Martinez stomped her foot hard and gathered our attention.
"Then you can stick them far up where the sun doesn't shine," she almost screamed. "Everyone get that?"
We were all sitting with chins dropped in shock.
"The point of these classes are to discuss topics that's seemingly important in our day and age," she proceeded to tell us in a stern voice. "Any themes or issues come to mind?"
"Very well, I think I can come up with a subject we can discuss," Professor Martinez said with a hint of evil in her eyes. She walked slowly up through the rows of desks, staring at each student as she passed them. I was sitting on the fifth row, and almost pissed my pants as she came to a halt in front of me.
"Y-Yes?" I didn't dare correct her.
"You are pregnant, yes?"
There was a collective gasp going through the classroom, and I felt tears of embarrasment stinging in my eyes.
"Are you a mute, girl?"
"N-No, Professor," I answered shakily, avoiding her glare.
"Yes," I whispered, closing my eyes. "I'm pregnant."
Complete silence followed this.
"Teenage pregnancy," Professor called out to the class. "Occours from a lack of use of correct contraceptives, or the thought that 'it won't happen to you'. Which I have another, easier, word for... Stupidity."
She paused for effect, and I could sense her staring at me, so I opened my eyes. And yes, my suspicions were correct.
"And I guess even the smart girl gets stupid," she whispered as she bent down closer to me. Suddenly, after several long, painful seconds of her eyes burning at me, she stood up straight and marched up to her desk. "Now, who's the baby daddy?"
I didn't dare turn to look at Bray. I didn't want to blow his cover if he wanted to pretend it wasn't him.
Something stirred behind me, sounding like the legs of a chair scraping against the hardwood floor.
"Brayder McGillian," Professor Martinez dragged out his name, emphasizing each vocal.
"Yes, Professor," Bray said in his deepest voice.
My head quickly turned to check if I was hearing correctly, and I was. Brayder was standing up, his arms crossed in front of his strong chest as if saying 'you got a problem with that?'. Butterflies appeared in my stomach and began flittering about. It was things like this that had made me fall in love with him in the first place. His uncanny ability to stand up for himself and those he cared about, and how if anyone tried to hurt them he would take it into his own hands.
He was protecting me now, and even better, he was protecting his baby.
"You are aware, Master McGillian, that this situation over there will disrupt your entire life." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
I was swallowing hard, anxious to see what Bray's response was to this. Professor Martinez was clearly trying to make him doubt his decision, but Bray wasn't easily manipulated. Nobody could make him do anything, not even me.
"Do you have any children,Professor Martinez?" Bray asked, putting emphasis on the word as if reminding her of her position.
The question seemed to throw Martinez off for a second.
"I do not," she said, shifting a bit under Bray's intense glare.
"Then how would you know that it'd disrupt my life?"
"Knowledge, dear boy, can be learned through watching others' mistakes."
"Then I'm sorry, Professor," Bray paused for a tiny second, but it got me, and I'm betting everyone else in the room as well, to sit on the edge of our seats. "But I believe you and I define 'mistakes' very differently."
"Clearly," she said in a slippery sort of way, resembling the snake-like language uncle Ron would sometime use to scare me and Albus when we were younger.
"In 1998, the government of the United Kingdom set a target to halve the under-18 pregnancy rate by 2010," Professor Martinez pointed her wand at the blackboard, and the same words magically appeared. "This failed, since instead it increased, the proof right in front of us," she nodded in my direction. "Why do you think that is? Turn to your partner and discuss this."
Knowing that this woman meant business when she gave us these orders, everyone immediately reacted by doing as she told.
Bray had taken his seat, and was now glowering at the spotty boy at his side who was politely trying to start the discussion.
I turned to Tristan.
He didn't say anything yet, just looked at me with tender, blue eyes, and gently took my hand that was laying clenched on top of my thigh.
"I think we can both agree that that woman is full of shit," he said, and I was so surprised at his bold statement that I couldn't help but grin. "So there's really no need to discuss anything, is there?"
I responded by shaking my head, and I was so touched by his support that I let a small tear fall down my cheek. Tristan noticed, squeezed my hand with his own, and proceeded to lift his other hand and dried the tear away with a soft graze of his finger. The act was simple, but filled me with such gratitude that it overwhelmed me.
His kindness made me want to just curl up in his arms and cry like a small child, but I refrained from doing so.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," I answered, sniffling.
"How come you haven't told your parents that you're pregnant?"
"How do you know that?" I whispered back in a choked manner.
"Haven't you heard?" Tristan's eyebrows were furrowed as he studied my face. "Well, Headmistress McGonagall has put a spell on every pupil in this school so we can't tell anyone outside the perimiter about you. Not until you tell someone yourself, that is," he explained.
That made so much sense. I was actually having an 'a-ha'-moment.
"That explains a lot," I said, nodding to myself.
"You didn't answer my question, Della," he reminded me.
Why did he have to be perceptive right this moment?
"I don't really know..." I sighed, bowing my head. Then I suddenly realised something and looked up. "You just called me 'Della'."
"You don't like it?" He asked nervously. "I-I can stop if you-"
"No." I put my index finger on his lips to stop his rambling. "It's okay, I quite like it, actually."
"Oh, good!" A wide grin lit up his blue eyes and added a definite sparkle to their depth. It wasn't until a few moments of staring into said eyes that I realised my finger was still lingering on Tristan's full lips.
"P-Pardon me," I apologized and removed my finger, but not particular enjoying the break of contact. That realisation made me furrow my brows.
"It's okay," he whispered under his warm breath. I knew it was warm because I could feel his peppermint-y smelling breath on my cheek.
"And I'm, uh, sorry about snapping at you before."
"It's all right," he laughed. Surprisingly enough, this annoyed me. "I didn't even notice."
He was chuckling at me. Laughing at me. As though I was just some flimsy! A ninny!
Well, he should know better than to laugh at a pregnant, hormonal mess of a woman!
"Well," I hissed and glared at the sandy blond boy beside me. "That is because you never listen!"
With that I quickly got to my feet, ignoring how I was overwhelmed by the need to throw up, and ignored Professor Martinez's calls as I strut out of the classroom.
If she wanted to give me detention, then she coukd just bring it on! She was messing woth the wrong preggie!
Even me calling myself 'preggie' didn't make me less annoyed, and when not even my own hilariousness(not a word, I know) made me smile, nothing would.
I rounded a corner and basically ran to the nearest girl's lavatory. I may have lost my temper, but I had certainly not lost my need to puke.
The door crashed open and I jumped into the cubicle closest to me, and as always I felt my previous meal push its way up my throat and out of my mouth.
"Adella?" I heard a feminine voice behind me say in a calm way. "You okay?"
After finishing I dried my mouth with some toilet paper and flushed, after which I turned around, still sitting crouched on the floor, though.
"Katja?" I squinted my eyes at my dorm mate. The brunette was looking at me with concern in her big, dark blue eyes. "I'm perfect."
"You're being sarcastic," she stated, cocking her head to the side.
"Well spotted," I mumbled, reaching to grab some more toilet paper but the roll was empty. "Can anything go right in my life?!" I hissed lowly between clenched teeth.
"Here," Katja pulled some tissue from the dispenser and handed it to me. I took it with a grateful growl.
Katja was standing perfectly still, staring at me with an empty expression. Wonder what she was thinking of...
"So," I started and sat my bum firmly down on the floor. "What's your excuse?"
"This is the loo," she explained in an obvious tone. "I was doing what one normally does in here."
"No need to be rude," I said rolling my eyes.
She was staring at me again. Her huge eyes almost hypnotizing me.
"Take a picture, it will last longer," I said in an annoyed tone.
"Well, being pregnant hasn't helped with your nastiness, has it?"
"I'm not the one staring at me," I retorted. "And in case you didn't know, staring is impolite."
"I don't think I like your attitude," I squinted my eyes at the expressionless brunette. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and her large eyes were framed with a little mascara on her long eyelashes. She was sort of pretty, I concluded. I hated when people I didn't like were attractive...
"Why did you leave class?" she wondered loudly. "Troubles in maternity paradise?"
"I may be wrong, but I have the sneaking suspicion that you're being snarky."
"And you are evading my question."
I'd never conversed with this girl before, and I can't say I've been missing anything.
What irked me too was how I didn't really have an answer to her question, seeing as I couldn't remember what had possessed me to leave the classroom anymore. Oh, darn these hormonal imbalances.
"Those hormones are a bitch, aren't they?"
My head snapped up to squint at her face. I studied her blank expression.
"Yeah," I dragged out the word, "how would you know?"
Katja gave a sigh, and her long ponytail fell over her right shoulder and she shrugged it away.
"You probably don't remember it, because, let's be real, who really remembers Deuce's exes-"
"Wait," I held up my hand. "You are one of Deuce's exes?"
"Why is that so hard to believe?"
"Uhm, well, I just didn't know," I mumbled.
"Now that we've established my going out with Zabini, I will proceed with my story," Katja sighed. "As you probably already understand, because you'd be stupid not to, he charmed me into his bed."
My cheeks blushed, but Katja didn't seem affected by her own story at all.
"Oh..." I didn't see where she wanted to go with this utterly uncomfortable conversation, and impatiently tapped my thigh with my fingers. Her dark blue stare trailed down my body and rested at the small bulge on my belly.
My mouth dropped as it hit me.
"You were-" I gasped.
"But you don't have-"
"A baby, no."
"So you got an-"
My mouth dropped open, but I quickly closed it. I didn't want to seem judgemental.
"Deuce doesn't know, does he?" She let me finish my whispered question, and actually gave a sad smile as she slowly shook her head.
"I know you probably have enough people around you, but I just wanted to let you know..." Her voice trailed off.
"Yes?" I urged her on.
"I'm only a bed away if you ever want to talk," she finished, giving me something that resembled a smile. An awkward one, and it seemed a tad forced, but a smile nonetheless.
"Thank you, Katja."
"Kat," she corrected, and I'm quite certain that she was really smiling this time. "My friends call me Kat."
"Kat." I smiled back at her, being kind enough to avoid reminding her that she didn't have any friends.
She was just about to turn around and leave the lavatory when she suddenly stopped and looked back at me.
"And chin up," Kat threw at me with something twinkling in her eyes, "some days you are the pigeon, and other days you are the statue, that's just the way it is sometimes. But trust me when I say that things do get better."
She didn't even wait to let me thank her again, but rather quickly slipped through the door and disappeared behind it.
By now my bad mood had subsided, and I was actually harbouring something that resembled cheerfulness in my swelled stomach at the thought of having just made a new... friend.
Who would have guessed that I'd befriend someone like Katja Anderson? Not me, that's for sure. I mean, the girl was hideously unpopular, and was generally known as a nobody. And I had a reutation to uphold. But I didn't seem to care about that anymore.
Hm. Maybe this baby was changing more than my mood?
I just hope I'd still be somewhat popular. I mean, a baby and a geeky friend doesn't automatically make you drop down on the popular-scale, does it?
Do not answer that.
So, Professor Martinez is a downright bitch, isn't she? And I just love writing Albus! He's so cute!
Of course, I'm very excited to hear what you think. And I'd be very happy to know which part(s) you enjoyed in particular :)
All my love,
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