Harry Potter was not holding together well. He had spent the whole night tossing, and turning in his four poster bed in the first year boy's dormitory. A brief glimpse at the bed next to him was enough to assure him that Neville was still asleep. The green eyed wizard looked at his watch, and seeing that it was only just now six in the morning he got up to get started for the day. Packing his uniform, fresh underwear, and toiletries, and placing them in his backpack. It was going to be a long day, and the green eyed boy already knew it. Running on no sleep, and unable to focus long enough to pull his thoughts together, Harry knew that he needed to avoid the others until he could figure out how he felt. Giving one last glance around the room Harry let out a quiet sigh of relief, as he was finally ready to leave the first year boys dorms.

As he made his way to the loo where he planned to clean himself up, and change before going to the Great Hall for an early breakfast Harry's mind was spinning. Too many things were causing him to think, clouding his mind with negativity. He knew that things were not always perfect in any relationship. That much was obvious from watching any number of shows, or relationships he had been able to observe. Harry's mind then began to question if the Longbottom family knew about MJ's condition previously, or at least the likelihood of it. They'd been quick to gloss over that particular subject while they were discussing the contract, leaving the subject at promising an heir. Then, he pondered on the other hand there was a good chance that this subject would make Mary Jane uncomfortable, and vulnerable in a number of ways. If he went to her and was harsh there was a good chance that he'd hurt, and insult her, thereby lose his friends possibly for good.

As he came to the level on which the Great Hall was located Harry found himself fuming. He didn't know what to think about all of this. He knew that it was not good that he was getting himself so wound up. It wouldn't do him any good, and he needed to have a clear head to make it through a day that included potion class with Professor Snape.

Harry made his way inside the loo closest to the Great Hall still deep in thought. The green eyed wizard knew that he needed time to think. He also knew that he needed advice, and like yesterday. Unfortunately, he didn't know who to turn too. He would talk to Hermione, but, knew that would not be a good idea in this situation, as that would bring up alarm bells for Neville, and MJ after last night. It would not be a good idea to do that if he wanted any chance of getting advice that would be worthwhile, and keeping his friends.

Harry slowly changed his clothes, and then, put on his trainers. As he stood from his bent position, he walked over to the wash stand and washed his hands and face. As he finished drying his face, he looked at his watch, and headed to great hall. The green eyed wizard, could barely eat a couple of pieces of dry wheat toast, and tea. Once done he walked slowly towards the greenhouses, to begin the first of the day's classes.

The green eyed wizard barely held himself together through working in Herbology where he decided to partner Ernie MacMillan rather than Neville for a change. The round faced boy seemed nonplused, though confused as to why his friend wouldn't partner with him in his best class. Time seemed to drag on as they listened to Professor Sprout explain repotting, and care of wormwood. It seemed like it took Harry and Ernie forever to finish repotting the seedlings into their larger pots meant for mature growths of the plant.

When Harry and Ernie finally finished, and were permitted to leave the green houses it was time to head to the Dungeons for Harry, or he'd be given detention for sure. As he made his way along the windy paths leading to the castle at a brisk pace, he found it harder to breath as he neared its massive entry way doors. His mind once again wandering to thoughts of how to handle his current predicament. He knew enough to know that while he had extended family, second, and third cousins, and the like he was the sole remaining member of the main branch of his family tree. This fact alone necessitated that he have a family, but, Mary Jane the girl whose poise, intelligence, grace, and manners enraptured him would likely have trouble conceiving. This left the green eyed boy in quite a predicament.

Going further still, through the massive wooden doors of the ancient castle Harry Potter turned towards the hallway that would lead him down to Slytherin's Dungeons and the Potions classroom. He had just managed to make it in time to see Ron Weasley in a heated argument with the blonde ponce, also known as Draco Malfoy. Nearing the conversation he began to see why Weasley's face was turning red. Draco Malfoy was entertaining his Slytherin cronies at the redheaded boy's expense, "Father told me all about them. He says, all Weasley's are cursed with red hair, poverty, and have more children than they can afford." This would have been the undoing on Weasley, if Harry and Seamus Finnegan another Gryffindor boy their age hadn't grabbed him by an arm each pulling him back to the opposite wall with them.

Now secure in the fact that a fight would not be the source of lost points for Gryffindor house the boys let out a collective breathe. At that precise moment the boys realized just how timely their intervention was, because the doors to the classroom opened and the silky, snake like voice of Professor Severus Snape came beckoning them all, "Well what are you waiting for get in here." The students dutifully settled into their separate sides to work on the day's potion. Today it was a simple antidote for common poisons. All seemed to be going well, and for once Harry was managing a Potions class without mishap. The green eyed boy was so pleased with his work that he thought that his grade if it had been any other Professor would be an O. He wasn't going to hold his breath though. As he poured some of his potion into a vial, and began to walk up the aisle to Professor Snape's desk a leg shot out into his path. All it took was a moment for Harry to lose his footing and stumble, the vial falling out of his hand as the need to right himself took precedence. Unfortunately that small incident caught the notice of the greasy dungeon bat, as some of the older boys frequently would refer to the Potions Master. The dreaded voice incanting, "That will be a zero for the day Mr. Potter." With that the green eyed wizard gathered his things, and took his leave of the room.

Not feeling particularly hungry after leaving another abysmal Potions lesson, Harry decided that maybe a walk would help him to clear his head. He began to wander through the entry way doors, and down the path towards the black lake his mind once again on his current predicament. He was uneasy that he would even consider this, after all this was Mary Jane, and the girl was: caring, brilliant, beautiful, and loyal to the core. So there had to be some reason why they hadn't discussed this previously, didn't there?

As the green eyed wizard drew near to the black lake he found that he was not alone. Not at all comfortable with intruding on someone else's solitude he sat under the shade of an old tree whose roots had a bend that made a perfect spot to sit. Unfortunately, his presence was noticed by the blonde whose back was to him skipping stones into the lake. The airy voice of Luna Lovegood came through, almost bell like, "Hello Harry Potter. Why so glum?" The raven haired youth was once again taken aback by the blonde's direct, by kind nature. Therefore, it was some time before he could respond, and even then he said, "It's Mary Jane." Luna nodded, and came to sit by him under the shade of the tree. Finally, Luna spoke, "Yes, what is it that has you in such a state though? Surely she did not end things with you?" The green eyed boy let out a sigh before he replied, "No, nothing like that all. It's just I'm the sole surviving member of the main branch of my family tree. So, it's kind of important that I have a family, and I've always wanted to have a large one you know? One with more than one child anyhow." Luna smiled, and gave and giggle before replying, "Yeah! Seven like the Weasley's might be a bit much." It then began to click, and the blonde continued, "So, I'm assuming this means that Neville already has spoken with you. So, where in lies your concern?" Harry looked up into the crystal blue of his betrothed, best friend's eyes, "MJ would have a hard time conceiving. That means a family with multiple kids is less than likely. Not only that, but I have to wonder if they knew before this, or at least suspected, and let the contract go forward anyhow." The blonde bit her lower lip looking more serious for a change, and that made Harry nervous as her eyes took on a more distant appearance as she gathered her thoughts. Finally, she began to respond, "It not like that you know. It's not that they don't trust you. In our world even the walls can have ears. By now there is no telling how many people know about her condition. This could ruin her Harry! I've known them my whole life. I'm sure that she wanted, and tried to tell you. She just struggled to find a way, and the words especially knowing how important that was to you. Let me ask you this though. Do you love her, like truly love her?" That question was one that Harry had never even bothered to ask himself, after all this was MJ what was there to think about until now. This gave him further food for thought.

The green eyed wizard stood knowing that lunch had to nearly be over. It would now be time for History of Magic. So, he stood and with a nod to Luna left to make his way back up to class. As always it was dull, and Harry found himself struggling to stay awake, and he had to take more than one elbow to the ribs in order to make it through class. Then, it was time to head to the library and begin to work on the dull essay Professor Bins assigned, and finish up one for his Head of House that was due the following morning. It would take some time for him to work on considering that he did not have two of his usual study buddies, and felt a need to avoid the other. That left Harry to work on this alone. It was not at all a pleasant task, but he slowly made his way through the length of parchment needed, as he sat a back table in the library.

Soon his stomach was alerting him the fact that it was dinner time. He slowly made his way down to the Great Hall, and took a seat with Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnegan. The dinner was delightful, and with conversation revolving around the differences between Britain and Ireland, and their favorite teams, as well as, the superiority of Football versus Quidditch. It ywas a welcome relief, and change from the normal dinner conversation he was a part of revolving around school, the differences between the muggle and magical worlds, politics, etc. Harry found himself blissfully not allowing his thoughts to go to the conversation that he knew that he needed to have, and the loaded question posed by his betrothed's best friend.

He learned Dean was a dedicated fan of the West Ham football club, while Seamus preferred to follow the Irish national team. While Seamus was a half-blood raised with a muggle father and witch mother, Dean like Harr was Muggleraised. The taller boy chuckle, "I supposed that I don't rightly know, me mum is as muggle as the come, a judge in London. I never knew my dad though. She never talks about him." Harry found that he liked the boys, and even found himself opening up a little about his own childhood in Little Whinging, although he was care to avoid any mention of his cupboard.

As dinner finished, and he had no choice, but to join the que of students returning to their common rooms his mind once more returning to the question he knew that he needed to answer. Did he love Mary Jane? After all if he truly loved her he should stand by her, right? It was not much longer until he had to face Neville in common room, the round faced boy would no doubt be waiting for him possibly with Mary Jane in tow.

Harry plodded along to the first year boy's dorm and put away his things, carefully placing his backpack, and toiletries into his trunk, and placed his old pajama's on the floor to be laundered by the elves. This accomplished he carefully, began getting ready for the evening, pulling on a pair of blue silky pajamas. Harry, carefully combed his hair and worked to tame it using it a small mirror from his toiletry bag. Now, ready to go to bed eventually, he made his way out into the common room, and towards the hospital wing.

As the green eyed wizard, slowly made his way to the hospital wing he continued to contemplate what he would say to his betrothed. Mary Jane wasn't just any girl he couldn't just throw her aside, and pretend that he didn't have feelings for her, because he did, he just wasn't quite sure what those feelings were. As the doors of the hospital wing came into view Harry knew that he was out of time, and out of luck. It was not going to be an easy conversation, and he knew it. Mary Jane was smarter than him on a normal day, and he was short on sleep.

Slowly Harry, made his way to the back of the ward, and the drapes that at the moment hid his MJ from view. As he reached for the curtain, and pulled it back, a very sad sight met his emerald eyes. MJ curled up in a ball on the bed, in beautiful red silk pajamas, the top more of a cami with spaghetti strings holding it up. As he moved closer he noticed her stir, almost as though she sensed his presence. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he gently began to massage her feet. The pads of his fingers working their way up slowly towards her toes. Harry kissed each toe, and then began to work on the other one. Moaning in pleasure the brunette girl slowly sat up, grateful for such gentle ministrations. She reached out, and gave him a tight hug as he finished, nuzzling her head against his neck.

Surprised, by show of affection, Harry startled, it was a new experience, and one he wanted to have again. Leaning in just a little he let his hands slowly run through Mary Jane's luscious, thick, brown hair. He love the way that it felt in his hands. How could he ever stay angry at this woman? How could he ever consider leaving her? Looking over at his girl, Harry once more experienced a sensation that he never had before. He found himself overwhelms by a desire to run his hands over her luscious curves. MJ carefully ran her hand back, and forth over his chest. The green eyed wizard began to run his hand along her sides, to rest on her hip.

Mary Jane startled, and harry blushed a red deeper than the Weasly's hair, mumbling, "I'm sorry Mary Jane, I swear I didn't mean to scare you." The brunette giggled, "Harry sometimes you can be really thick. It would have been ended a lot sooner if I really minded all that much. Besides, we're betrothed so it's not like its improper or anything." Harry unable to believe his ears, found his mouth opening, and closing, unable to formulate a response. Finally, the green eyed wizard intoned, "About that, we need to talk?" MJ sighed, "Ok, look Harry, I know we do, but, can't it wait?" Harry sighed, "No it can't MJ, I'm sorry. Look you're amazing, but, you're also going to have a hard time with having kids. What I need to hear from you is how much did you know, before, and how much of this was new information?" The brunette nodded, "We knew that there was a chance that it could be harder for me, but, we didn't know for sure. We only knew for sure once Madam Pomfrey ran the test." Harry nodded, feeling a little relieved, and a little less betrayed. The green eyed boy continued, "I would also like to know where we go from here?" Mary Jane leaned in, and gave him a big hug as she whispered, "For now like any other young couple. When we're ready, we can talk to a Healer at St. Mugo's about what we can do. According to Madam Pomfrey there are options, and good ones for couples like us." The green eyed wizard smiled, unable to resist running his hands once more along her curves, and this time slowly up to her budding breast. He kissed her cheek, gently cupping her head in the palm of his hand. As he stood up, Harry grinned, "Night MJ".