my inheritance (g.w x o.c)

chapter twenty-seven: a huge mistake

The next few weeks passed miserably slow but unnervingly quick at the same time. The progress Draco and I made on the Vanishing Cabinet was so slow sometimes it seemed like nothing happened; on the other hand, the time I allowed myself to actually be with George went by at supersonic speed.

It was the most stressful yet blissful time in my life. Until it all came crashing down.

I woke up one morning and threw up. It was early enough that I simply brushed my teeth and went back to bed, signing it off as bad food. I felt fine the rest of the day. The next day, I woke up and got sick again, this time I nearly yelled at a first year for getting in my way when I was walking. The day after that I threw up once more and could've eaten the entire breakfast course. Luckily I retain a lot of self control.

The fourth day was when Celeste woke up with me. "Larissa?" she asked, knocking on the bathroom door. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," I lied, wiping my mouth. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and opened the door. "Why?"

"It just sounded like..." Before she could finish her sentence, I turned back around and threw up again. "It sounded like that." I sighed, sitting beside the toilet. She kneeled beside me and felt my forehead. "How do you feel? Did you eat something bad?" She quickly jumped back. "Is there a stomach bug going around?"

"No," I snapped, grabbing a washcloth and wiping my mouth. "I'm fine." I pulled myself up and started the process again. "We should start getting ready for class."

"No, I should start getting ready for class. You get your ass back in bed."

"I'm fine, Celeste."

"Yeah, right. Until you're in Potions, and you have to touch a goat heart and frog liver before you go to Transfiguration and turn a pen into a slimy slug that has beady little eyes with sticky-"

"Stop," I interrupted, bringing a hand to my stomach.

"See, you'll throw up. Go back to bed."

"I'm fine," I demanded. "I threw up yesterday and still went to class."

"Two days in a row? Yeah, you aren't fine." She ushered me back to my bed. She scoffed as she pulled the covers over me.

"What?"

"I was just thinking," she shrugged. "The only way you'd actually be fine and not sick right now is if you were pregnant."

I rolled my eyes, fixing my pillow. "That's not even funny."

"Kinda funny."

"No."

"Well, I'll tell Professor Snape so he can tell the other Professors that you'll be gone because you're too busy thinking about slugs."

"Do you find joy in my pain or something?"

"No, I'm just waiting for you to admit you're wrong."

"I'm not wrong. I'm fine."

I was anything but fine. Sure, I felt perfectly normal about an hour later, but the last thing on my mind was slugs. Instead, I thought of pregnancy. The thought itself was enough to make me sick. I couldn't be pregnant. If I was pregnant, that meant it was George's. If I was pregnant, that meant someone else was going to have to carry the Slytherin blood. That was the absolute last thing I wanted for anyone else. I refused to be pregnant.

The next day, the cycle started over again, but this time, I turned on the shower to drown out me throwing up. Then I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and came out dressed.

"Feeling okay?" she asked.

"Never better," I nodded. "Get ready so we can go." We went to breakfast before heading to our classes. By the time DADA came around, my lunch was not settling right.