A/N: Hey everyone! So yeah, this is my new story, I have had this idea for a while and I just had to write it down. Please rate and review as I'd be interested in hearing your feedback and apologies for the short chapter! It's only a brief introduction, I assure you. The rest of the chapters are longer. I should know, I have them written. But anyway, on with the story! Anything you recognise belongs to J.K Rowling!
“Have any of you seen Albus?” I say as I fling open the doors of the boy’s dormitory in the Slytherin common room. Lorcan Scamander lets out a rather girlish squeal before snatching up a towel that was draped over his bed and attempting to cover his half naked body but I pay him no attention as my blue eyes lock on to the rather frightened looking green eyes of Albus Potter.
He is currently sitting on the edge of his bed and looks to be in the middle of an intense exploding snap game. I walk over to him, trying my best to step over the mess which camouflaged the floorboards; I could have sworn I saw a chocolate frog leap out the way as my foot neared the ground. As I approach Albus, my shoe comes in contact with something sticky. I lift up my left foot and see that I had had the misfortune to step into an already chewed piece of Droobles Best Blowing Gum.
“Honestly, you lot are disgusting,” I moan as I take off my shoe and snatch an exploding snap card out of one of Albus’ friends grasp and try to scrape the blue substance off the sole of my shoe. The gum is still cemented to the card as I hand it back to him and without a single ounce of warning, the card explodes right as I release my hold of it, causing it to singe his blonde brows. I wrap my slender fingers around Albus' wrist and pull him off of the bed.
“Come on, I need to tell you something,” I say as he rises off the bed. I let my eyes linger over every other person in the dormitory- Lorcan is sitting on the edge of his bed, watching us with his hands folded neatly in his lap and a purple towel wrapped around his head- before I continue, “But not here.”
I loosen my grip on his wrist and lead him out of the dormitory; a second explosion and a chorus of swear words can be heard as we exit the room. We pass through the crowded common room and out of the portrait hole, nearly bumping into several second years in the process. I suppose I should tell you why I’m currently piloting my boyfriend around the school.
Well, this morning I found out I was pregnant. You see, I am a very organised person and I always feel the need to write out a plan before I proceed with doing anything, much to the annoyance of my dorm mates; I have every square inch of the wall plastered with various charts and timetables for the year. They’re only annoyed because I didn’t leave any wall space for them to hang their posters of shirtless Quidditch players around the room.
If I’m completely honest, I would rather have the walls layered with timetables than be forced to look at animated posters of men flying around the room on their broomsticks playing with each other’s balls. Quidditch balls, I mean. I’m not being obscene. But anyway, getting pregnant at sixteen was definitely not drafted on one of the many timetables pinned on the walls of my dormitory.
Before the thought even enters your mind, I would just like to tell you that I am not some slag who got pissed drunk at a party and shagged Albus Potter simply because he was the closest person in the room. Well, actually it did happen at a party; it was at Slytherin’s annual St.Patrick’s Day party. That was a month and a half ago.
I suddenly round a corner and drag Albus with me, causing him to almost trip over his robes. I peer down the corridor, making sure nobody is around and I take a deep breath before I open my mouth and begin to speak.
“Albus, I need to tell you something-“
“What? Is it really that important that you had to drag me away from playing exploding snap with my friends? I was actually winning for once.”
“Yes, it was. But listen Al, this is really serious and-“
“Are you still mad over the fact that I returned your Charms book covered in pumpkin juice? Look, it wasn’t my fault. You know how clumsy Conor Larkin is. I would have cast a quick clean up spell but-“
“No, Albus of course I’m not mad about that,” I say, throwing my hands in the air in frustration. I place the palm of my hand on my forehead before pinching the bridge of my nose. He’s impossible. Does he really care about a stupid game of exploding snap that much? Does he really want to get his eyebrows blown off? Well, if that’s the case then I can just whip out my wand right now and save him the effort. I let out a deep sigh and let my hand drop back by my side.
“Then what are you mad about?” He asks, concern evident in his tone. He places a hand on my shoulder before he continues, “Poppy?”
“Nothing, Al, It’s just…well…I’m pregnant.”
His face drains of all colour and his hand slips from my shoulder. My dark brows knit together as I send him a worried look.
Without warning, his green eyes roll to the back of his head and he falls backwards before striking the ground with a resounding thud. He fainted.