our little angel

The day everything changed

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Words: 809
Summary:Lola finds out she is having a baby.

Lola Malfoy had always been the rebellious twin. While her brother Draco spent his time striving to uphold the Malfoy name, she carved her own path—one filled with sharp wit, fierce loyalty, and a love that had been burning strong for three years with Mattheo Riddle.

It was the middle of their sixth year at Hogwarts, and winter was beginning to settle over the castle. Snow drifted lazily outside the Slytherin common room windows, the icy waters of the Black Lake adding to the chill in the air. Lola sat curled up on the emerald-green couch, absently twirling a lock of her silver-blonde hair between her fingers. Her best friend, Pansy Parkinson, sat beside her, flipping through a Witch Weekly magazine.

“Are you going to tell him?” Pansy asked quietly, her voice devoid of its usual sarcasm.

Lola swallowed hard. The positive pregnancy test still sat hidden in the bottom of her trunk, as if keeping it out of sight would make it any less real.

“I don’t know how,” Lola admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mattheo and I… we never planned for this. What if he freaks out?”

Pansy closed the magazine and turned to her best friend. “Mattheo loves you. He’ll support you.”

Lola bit her lip, her stomach twisting with nerves. Pansy was right—Mattheo did love her. He had proved that time and time again. But this? This was bigger than sneaking around the castle after curfew or stealing kisses in between classes.

She glanced up as the common room door swung open, and as if summoned by her thoughts, Mattheo stepped in, shaking snow from his dark curls. His sharp brown eyes landed on her instantly, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

“Hey, love,” he greeted, dropping onto the couch beside her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You okay? You look… pale.”

Lola inhaled deeply, gathering her courage. This was it. No turning back now.

“Mattheo,” she started, her fingers gripping his sleeve. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

His smile faded slightly, replaced by an expression of concern. “What is it?”

She met his gaze, her heart pounding. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence fell over the common room. The crackling of the fireplace was the only sound between them as Mattheo stared at her, unblinking. Pansy had the sense to quietly excuse herself, leaving them alone.

Lola braced herself for panic, anger, maybe even disappointment. But what she didn’t expect was for Mattheo to reach out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before tilting her chin up.

“We’re having a baby?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lola nodded, her throat tightening. “Yeah.”

A slow smile spread across his lips, filled with something she didn’t quite understand at first—pride. “Lola… this is unexpected, but… we’re in this together. I love you.”

Tears pricked at her eyes. “You’re not scared?”

Mattheo let out a breathy chuckle. “Of course I am. But you’re mine, and this baby? It’s ours. We’ll figure this out.”

Relief flooded through Lola as Mattheo pulled her into his arms. She didn’t know what the future held, but in that moment, she knew one thing for sure—she wouldn’t be facing it alone.

However, not everyone took the news as well.

The next morning, Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room, his pale face flushed with anger. “Lola, tell me it’s not true,” he hissed, his grey eyes blazing.

Lola’s stomach twisted. She had known he would find out eventually, but she had hoped to tell him on her own terms. “Draco—”

“You’re pregnant?” he cut her off, voice rising. “With Riddle’s baby?”

Mattheo, who had been sitting beside her, stiffened. “Watch it, Malfoy.”

Draco turned on him, his wand already half-drawn. “This is your fault! You got my sister pregnant? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“Draco, stop!” Lola snapped, standing up. “I love him. This isn’t just some mistake.”

Draco clenched his jaw, struggling to control his emotions. “This is reckless, Lola! What about Father? What about Mother? Do you know what they’ll say?”

Lola lifted her chin defiantly. “I don’t care what they say. This is my life, Draco. And I’m keeping this baby.”

Draco exhaled sharply, running a hand through his platinum hair. He looked between his sister and Mattheo, his expression torn between fury and worry. Finally, after a tense silence, he muttered, “You’d better take care of her, Riddle.”

Mattheo met his gaze evenly. “I will.”

Draco shook his head, muttering under his breath before storming out of the common room.

Lola sighed, rubbing her temples. “Well… that could’ve gone worse.”

Mattheo smirked, wrapping an arm around her. “Give him time. He’ll come around.”

Lola could only hope he was right.