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[27] 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒔;

Draco paced around the hospital, both of us waiting for madam pomfrey to get the results.

I'm glad she was up at this time, because I don't think I could've waited any longer. Marilyn was still with us, she was laying on the bed with me. Patrick was asleep behind my ear, and I didn't want to wake him, but with Draco pacing around the room like he was, he was making me stressed.

"You stress me out," I mumbled, tipping my head back on the pillow. "Stop it. Stop walking around the room—"

"Do you realize how screwed we are?" He stopped, looking at me with his arms crossed. He's still sleepy, that evident.

I shook my head, "I'm more screwed then you, Draco. This was never supposed to happen." I rubbed my eyes, watching his face fall.

"What do you mean? Are you saying you never intended to have kids with me?" He questioned, his entire body faltering.

"No. Of course not, I just— I haven't figured it out, okay? I'm never supposed to carry a humans baby. I'm not supposed too—"

"I don't fucking understand, Lina." He leaned on the railing of the bed, his shoulders flexing. "On land, you are a human. In water, maybe not. But clearly you're a fucking human right now."

"Draco, stop it. Stop raising your voice at me." I told him sternly, feeling him visibly relax. "I don't know anything about babies. I don't know how my mother did it. The roles are reversed and I don't know what to do. They could kill me. I could die before I even get the chance too—"

"No." He cut me off, "They're not gonna touch you. Everything will be okay, we're 18, we can buy a house somewhere away from here so they cant find you. Okay?" He was breathing a little heavy, "Yeah. That's what we'll do."

I nodded, biting on my lip again. Surely I'm not pregnant, I was stabbed. Maybe on my side, and maybe not that deep, but it had to at least kill the baby. But.. shouldn't I have been bleeding by now?

When madam pomfrey finally walked back in, she didn't have an expression on her face that told me if I was pregnant or not. She just handed me the test, and said, "I'll give you two time."

And when I burst into sobs, Draco scooped me into his arms while I buried my face in his neck.

He already knew I was pregnant by my reaction.

I wanted to scream and laugh because my life is not going how I intended it too. I was never supposed to fall in love with a human, much less have a child with one. If I'd just known vials didn't work..

"Hey, listen to me," Draco gripped my jaw again, "I'll get us a house. I'll support you, okay? We'll make it through this, I'm not leaving I promise." He kissed the top of my head, and I laid my head back on his chest.

I sniffled, "I don't want to tell anybody else. Not until I want too. Except Blaise. I have to tell Blaise."

He nodded, and when we heard Marilyn cry, I got out of Draco's arms and picked her up.

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I arched my back, another cry leaving my lips as Draco sucked on my clit.

My hands slid into his hair, tugging him closer than he already was. He always found a way to make me feel better, and that was either his mouth, his cock, or his fingers.

Right now he's using his fingers and his mouth.

Two of his fingers were pumping in and out of me, while he licked and sucked— I was breathing so hard that I was panting and moaning. "Draco, please—"

"Please what, Angel?" He looked up at me, connected eyes while he still worked his fingers and mouth down there. "You wanna cum?"

I nodded, "Yes— I do," I moaned when he hooked his fingers inside of me and hit a spot that made me start shaking.

I moaned louder, my cum flowing out of me and my core tightening on his fingers. My legs were shaking, my entire was shaking as well. He watched as my chest rose and fell, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.

Jeez.

He cleaned me up with his shirt, tossing it off and onto the ground. He got on the bed, and pulled me to his chest, my leg going around his hip. I started to play with his hand, until I saw the tattoo that he got and remembered that he must've seen my book.

"Why'd you get this tattooed?" I questioned softly, cuddling into him more.

He kissed my forehead softly, "I wanted something that reminded me of you. Now it makes more sense, since I know about you, but before I thought it was just some saying."

"My mom used to love the water, from what my dad told me." I closed my eyes, trying to picture her. "We look almost the same, except she keeps her hair long. But she met my father in hogwarts too, by the black lake. She slipped in the water, and he saved her."

He ran a hand through my hair, listening to me.

"So every day since then, she's purposely throw herself in the water and try to drown just to see him more and more. And eventually, they started talking. Father hates me because I look so much mother, and mother.. she just didn't want me I guess."

"I think your mother was just afraid," he told me softly. "Maybe she was afraid that you'd be a siren. And you are, but I think you should try to get in touch with her. Maybe she's ready to accept who you are."

I shook my head, "I saw her that day we went to the three broomsticks. She didn't look happy to see me. She looked like she wanted me far, far away from her."

"Are you sure it wasn't from shock?" He looked down at me, "How long has it been since you've seen her?"

"Two years. I stopped trying to get in contact with her when she kept ignoring me." I pressed a kiss to his bare chest, "I used to go to her bookshop every day."

"Do that again," he told me, his eyes staring in mine.

"Do this?" I kissed his chest again, looking up to see he was smiling.

He pulled me impossibly closer to him, "I like when you do that."

I started kissing him all over his chest, both of us giggling while he turned us over and started tickling me.

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