This is significantly shorter than my most recent chapter. 671 words, as opposed to over 1,000.

Basically, this is Dominique's thought process after she gets some news that will change everything for her. So yeah, a bit of a different style that what I've been posting. I don't know I like it.

Dominique Fleur Weasley

Birth: January 2, 2004

Now: February 18, 2022 (Grandpere's funeral)

Crazy. I have to be going crazy. That's the only way I could be stuck in this situation, isn't it? I'm absolutely out of my mind. Either that, or I'm dreaming. Or, more accurately, nightmaring.

(Is that a thing? Who cares, I'm making it a thing.)

Vic's gonna hate me, Mum's gonna hate me, Lou's gonna hate me. Gran Molly'll hate me.

(That's a truly frightening image, being on the wrong end of Gran's hatr – you know what, not important.)

Dad's gonna hate me.

Godric, I can't let Dad hate me. I'm a daddy's girl. Precious Vic can have all of Mum's love, all of her devotion and pride, but Lou and I share Dad's and that's the way I'd like to keep it, thank you. Mum and Vic are alright and all, but really, Dad is the best, as Lou and I well know.

(Why does Vic get one parent's undivided attention, but Louis and I have to share? In what world is that fair? Is it cause we're ginger?)

How the Hell did I get myself into this bloody situation anyway? The only person I've ever snogged in my life was Luisa Thomas, and that was ages ago. Ages. And I don't even remember that particular party – that was the first time I was old enough to drink underage at a one of my cousins' partyies, and I was blasted. Frickin' blasted. Fuck James and his bloody good Firewhiskey provider.

(Actually, that might be an exaggeration...there was that one guy at the Potter New Year's Celebration. Bloody Uncle Harry, and his attractive coworkers.)

(Bloody New Year's Celebration, getting me into this mess.)

How in the name of Salazar Slytherin, did I, Dominique Weasley, get myself pregnant with Harold Zabani's child? Circe almighty, I thought I had better sense than that, at least. Of all the people, at all the times.

A Slytherin.

A Slytherin who has already graduated.

A Slytherin who is three years older than me.

Screw. My. Life.

(That's not to say I have anything against Slytherins as people, really. I mean, I've got two cousins in the house of the snake. I just don't particularly like them, as a Gryffindor. House pride, and all.)

At least he's an Auror. The father of my future child will have enough money to take care of the kid on his weekends, and buy its school things – my family has money, but I shouldn't count on that, seeing as I'm probably going to be disowned once they find out about this.

(With this kid, there go any and all of my quidditch ambitions. Why is Zabani so hot, this could have been avoided if he was ugly?)

Oh, Merlin's pants, what am I saying. He won't want anything to do with this kid. He won't want anything to do with me.

(Fuck, Dominique, are you really going to cry because some guy you don't even like won't want to be around for... okay, yes, yes you are. Alrighty then.)

Vic's coming. Oh Godric, she's going to wonder why I'm crying. Shit, this isn't going to go well. She looks worried. Merlin's sake, I need to calm down... and she walked right past me. Great. Thanks for caring, sis!

I just realized – the guy screwed a sixteen-year-old. As if things couldn't get any worse, I'm underage, and there's no way Zabani didn't know it. Freaking pervert.

(Does it change matters that my birthday was technically less than a day away, so he was only two days off from it being fine? No. It doesn't, what am I thinking.)

(Though if I remember correctly – and I do, because wow, that was good – I wasn't exactly protesting. Nor was I all that drunk – just a shot or two of Firewhiskey that James snuck me. He's really gotta stop that, I do stupid things when I'm... not important.)

I need to tell someone. But who do I tell? Who will keep my secret? Preferably until I am graduated from Hogwarts, seeing as the timing is just about perfect for me.

I know who.

Where did Vic go?

In case you didn't guess - which you probably didn't, because it wasn't obvious - the parenthesis are her rambling. She has ADHD, and kind of gets off topic, in case you didn't notice. Sometimes she catches herself, but often she just kinda goes with it.

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RAWR BERRY MUNCH,
Hanna xx