A/N I enjoy when people enjoy my story. I do, what writer doesn't? It's one of the reasons we write. To share our ideas with others. To make them as happy as our ideas have made us. Though, one thing I'd like to add. Some people have recently begun to pick apart my writing. I'm not perfect. I don't have a beta writer, not do I believe I'll get one as my writing schedule is so finicky. Plus I wouldn't be able to update as quickly as I do. That and you have no idea what I'll be writing in the next chapter. There's always a chance I'll mean what I say. More often than naught, I've got the beginning of my next chapter written when I update. I like to do at least two a day when I do update, if anyone's notice.

"So, you're going to tell Ginny, that you think Hermione looks peckish?" Theo asked as the two of them headed toward the dungeons. Theo hated going up to Ravenclaw tower. Luna almost always made him take a shot at the riddles, while Theo prided himself on his intellect, riddles had never been his forte. It made Luna laugh when Theo couldn't answer them. "How does her looking hungry have anything to do with her taking it easy?"

"You caught that did you?" Luna smiled as Theo nodded, opening the door to the room he shared with Blaise. Blaise who had begun to spend a mass amount of time in Ravenclaw tower. Not that Theo minded. It gave each of them alone time with their girlfriends.

"Yes, yes I did. Draco didn't. That was the point though wasn't it?" Luna grinned bigger, swaying as she sat down on Theo's bed.

"Indeed it was. Draco didn't notice I said that but I had to tell the poor lad something. If it didn't seem like I had a good enough reason to tell Ginny he wouldn't have left us alone until I did." Loosening his tie, Theo put his hand on either side of Luna's thighs kissing her gently on the nose, moving down to plant a softer kiss on her lips, moving with her as she swayed.

"What are you going to tell Ginny?" Theo asked though his voice had already become thick and Luna's breathing more rapid.

"Haven't the foggiest."

Pulling out her wand, Daphne conjured up a chair, a smile on her face as she sat down, a table appearing before her as well. She had every intention of waiting in the owlery. If she was wrong, if Pansy didn't care, it wouldn't be until tomorrow or the next day that Pansy wrote back to her. Daphne didn't feel she was wrong though. No, in fact she believed herself to be quite right.

Daphne looked up, three hours later. Record time. Pansy hadn't even sent Daphne's owl. She'd sent her father's eagle, faster though not as smart, not that Daphne would have ever said that to anyone. Though she had no doubt in her mind that her owl would be back within the next hour or two. Eagle's required different payment though, little snacks didn't suit them as well. Sighing, Daphne picked up one of the mice she kept around as special treats for Serendipity, Daphne tossed the mouse up in the air, taking the parcel around the eagle's leg as it snatched the mouse out of the air, spreading it's long wings and soaring off, happy with it's prize.

Tearing off the seal, Daphne had always admired the Parkinson family seal. Not as pretty as the Greengrass', of course, though the colors they used. Elegant blue and cherry red. Yes, Daphne did admire it. Too often people refused to put the two colors together, as they were natural opposites. Red, wrath. Blue, peace. Red, hot. Blue, cold. Red, fire. Blue, water. They did fit well together though. Giving the seal one more glance, even broken, Daphne put it down, unrolling the scroll to read it.

Daph,

Thanks for the update! Lovely to hear from you, as always. Daddy told me you were going back to school. Though I doubted it was true. Shame really. Having to go back to that dreadful place. Only to spy on others? Tsk. Tsk.

Bitch. Of course I know you're lying. There's no way in hell Drakey would touch such a slimy piece of filth such as Granger. Let alone do anything to get her pregnant. Though I have taken into consideration that what you've said isn't out of spite. Lord know you wouldn't want to bring up Draco getting someone pregnant unless it was absolutely necessary, isn't that right? I mean, if that's what you wanted to talk about then we could have. Have you seen a healer recently? Asked them if you could have children still? Something you might want to look into.

On the off chance that Granger did get my Drakey very intoxicated, enough that he'd forget who he was, more importantly, who SHE is, I've taken a few precautions. I'll be checking in real soon Daph. Love ya.

Kiss, kiss.

xoxo

Pansy

Daphne stared at the letter for a long time. Despite the tears that prickled at her eyes, she had to remind herself not to be sad. After all she had written a letter to Pansy. Daphne should have expected Pansy to be cruel. The girl couldn't help it. She was cruel. Had been raised by cruel parents, and it ran through her veins. Though Pansy knew information, particularly stinging information. Still, something gnawed at Pansy's stomach, even though the letter was short, it didn't sit well with her.

There was no way that Pansy would be able to visit the school. Another reason why Pansy hadn't returned to school that year, beside the fact that she hated school. McGonagall had barred her. While she remained at the school, Pansy Parkinson would never be allowed to return. Not that Daphne blamed the old woman for that. Pansy had been the sole person willing to give up the boy who had saved every last one of them. Even Pansy.

Daphne bit her lip. Maybe it had been a bad idea to try and rub in Pansy's nose that Draco had slept with someone. After all, Daphne knew for a fact that he'd never slept with Pansy. a fact the girl mourned over every time she got a bit of firewhiskey in her. One of the many reasons Daphne hated drinking with Pansy. Too many times she had heard 'Why doesn't he love me Daph? I do everything for him. Why doesn't he want to sleep with me? What's wrong with me?' Daphne wasn't a big fan of self pity.

"Where have you been?" Daphne's thoughts were stopped as Ron's voice hit her. His face was contorted, Daphne knew immediately he was angry. "I waited for you in our spot for two hours. When you didn't show." Ron's hand wrung something, Daphne didn't know what until the tongue of the tie fell out.

"I'm sorry, I needed to owl a letter. I got a little sidetrack waiting for the response." Ron's eyes were downcast, as if he didn't want to look at her. After a moment of his silence she added. "I am sorry, I lost track of time honest. I just got the response." Daphne held up the letter as proof, that's when Ron finally looked up at her.

"A letter that makes you cry?"

"I-I-I haven't been crying." Daphne hadn't stuttered since she was a kid. Her mother had taken care of that.

"Don't lie to me Daphne, I know you better than I know anyone." Ron gave her a small smile, that same smile that made her heart catch in her throat. He stepped toward her, cupping her cheek, rubbing his thumb over where her tear had fallen. As if he had seen the entire thing. "Your makeup is a little smeared."

"Professor Langdon!" The young woman looked up at Draco as he spoke. Of all the people to walk in her room, she hadn't expected him to.

"Mr. Malfoy!" She proclaimed back at him. It made her smile to see the young man's eyes narrow with irritation. Not the most professional of her as a teacher, but she liked to pester those who thought themselves better than others.

"I need to speak with you." Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. Already he could feel his patience wearing thin, as well as a headache settling in. Why he'd thought this to be wise, Draco couldn't remember at the moment.

"Yes, I gathered that from the way you gallivanted down the hall, burst through my door, and yelled my name. Question is, what is it that you want? You're doing exceptionally well in Animagus training, I doubt you'll have a hard time getting a job, after all you are a brilliant wizard still with high marks." Putting the paper she was working on aside, Carry instead turned her attention to a new one, looking away from Draco.

"Look. You don't have to like me. I'm used to it, plenty of wizards and witches don't like me. But you are employed to teach me. So when I have questions, specifically concerning animagus training, what it can do to a body, you do have to help me." Carry looked up, surprised at the young man's outburst. She had read his file. Threats, they were more his style.

"Alright, lay it on me. What's your question?" Carry leaned back in her seat, not prepared for what came next.

"If a witch was pregnant, could doing animagus training hurt the baby?"

"I'm sorry, did you just say?"

"If someone is pregnant will transforming hurt the baby?" Carry blinked, Draco had no idea how many times. The woman was obviously duped by his question. "I take it not a question you receive every day?" Draco's smile was a wry one. He didn't like her silence, he disliked the way she licked her lips, searching for an answer even more. "Well?" Draco pressed, he couldn't help himself. He had to know. More importantly he had to get the Professor's help so Hermione wouldn't attempt any transformations in case it would danger the fetus. Carry's eyes fell to the papers before her.

"Miss Granger is pregnant I take it?"

"How did you know?" Draco gaped at the woman. There was no way she was a psychic.

"Early today. You pressed your nose against her stomach. I simply thought she was ovulating. It would be the equivalent of being in heat. That's not what you smelt though, you sensed the baby didn't you?" She looked at Draco after a moment of silence. He nodded once, sharp, to the point. Carry nodded back pinching the bridge of her nose now.

"Is it dangerous?" Draco felt as if his entire through were drier than any desert in the world. As if not even a drop of water had graced it in centuries.

"Yes, I would think so. Changing into an animal is an entirely mental thing. While Miss Granger has control over herself, she only has control over the baby to an extent. It's own mind is forming. Once the brain has formed she will have no ability to change it. More importantly, she would have no idea how to change it. If she does make the transformation, I'm afraid the girl will lose the baby. After all, wolves can't carry human babies. The internal working's aren't the same."

"How do we? How do we stop her from transforming?" Draco fell into the seat before her. His head hanging, hands loose between his knees.

"Well, first we have to tell her the risks of transforming while pregnant. I'm sure she'll want to save the baby and won't risk it. She won't be able to register at this time but, I will approve her, and she'll be able to re-apply next year, after she's had the baby and finished breast feeding of course."

"It's not that simple." Draco felt miserable all over again.

"How is it not that simple? Miss Granger is a sensible girl. I highly doubt you did anything inappropriate with her, aside from getting her pregnant. Had you of, I don't think you'd be here to tell me about it. So, she knows she had sex, therefore she knew the risks. I highly doubt she'll risk her baby. In fact I'm be willing to bet Granger will protect it with her life if she had to."

"Yes, yes. I have no doubt that she would. Problem is, she doesn't know she's pregnant."

"Ah. Early pregnancy, that's what you smelled. You're the first to know. So, why don't you tell her that she's pregnant? After all, Mr. Malfoy, the two of you had sex I'm sure you'll be able to manage a simple conversation." Draco squirmed beneath her gaze. Had Draco not known any better he would have guessed that she was enjoying herself. Watching him suffer.

"I can't just tell her."

"Why not?" Draco stood, pushing himself out of the chair with a bolt of energy, pacing on the floor. Once, twice, three times he ran his hand through his hair.

"I just, I can't!" Carry leaned back in her seat, watching as the younger man paced on her floor. She rubbed her chin in thought, deciding not to press why he couldn't tell her she was pregnant.

"Well then, no worries. I will take care of it." Carry stood, just as Draco's pacing stopped.

"You will?" She nodded and for the first time, saw the young Malfoy smile with no malicious intent behind it. He grabbed her hand, shaking it vigorously. "Thank you. Thank you very much." He all but skipped out of her door. Carry knew now, she had to talk to McGonagall. Something told her though, not to mention that it was her precious Head Girl that was pregnant.

"Just a suspected pregnancy, that's all." Carry muttered to herself as she began to write.