The Betrayal of Hayley Potter {UNDER MAJOR REVISION}

Ch. 15 ~ Dirty Little Secret

A/N: So since a lot of you liked the Author's Notes, I will keep them, but they are only gonna be short and to the point and only when I really need to tell you guys schtuff because there were a few people who didn't like them.  So yeah, just thought I'd tell you!

~Aleia :)

BTW: Check out my original story, "The Summer We'll Never Forget."  It's only categorized under Romance and Teen Fiction, but I'm going to try and make it funny.  So, thanks!  Also, sorry about it being really fast.  I'll explain it more later.

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I spun on my heel to face Malfoy.  "What," I asked as calmly as I could, "did you say?"  My teeth were gritted to the point that they throbbed in pain.  But I ignored the pain and continued to glare at him.

"You heard me," Malfoy replyed evenly, a wicked grin forming on his face.  He looked down and his nails and absent-mindedly chewed on them, a smirk taking over his face. 

I squeaked in surprise.  I could barely hear a thing, for my heart was beating uncontrollably.  "What do you mean, 'Your First'?" I gasped.  I couldn't breathe.  I thought he couldn't remember. . .

"You thought wrong," he replied, and it was then I realized that I had said the last part aloud, not the first part.  "I remember it perfectly.  As if it had happened yesterday. . ."

*Draco's POV*

We stepped out of Honeydukes nearly toppling over in laughter.  You headed straight for Madam Rosemerta's pub, The Three Broomsticks.  It was always a tradition with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and you, that after you were done in the candy shop you lot would go to the pub.

But I, on the other hand, headed to The Hog's Head Pub.  You had said how you never liked ging there because you found it quite intimidating.  I didn't blame you; it was rather creepy-looking outside.  But, then again, the inside wasn't too pretty, either.

When you stepped in the door, you automatically clasped my jacket.  I looked back and nodded reassuringly.  I walked to the counter, you clinging onto me, as if for dear life.

When we reached there, I immediately ordered two fire-whiskeys, not at all intimidated by the large man behind the counter.  "Aren't ya two a little young to be drinking fire-whiskey?" he asked, to which I nodded to and said, "Quite definitely, sir."

With that, he nodded and poured two glasses.  You looked down at it like it was some strange foreign substance.  Well, maybe it was for you, but at the time, that was the thing getting me through.  Cautiously you sniffed the liquid and scrunched up your nose in disgust, but you took a sip anyway, being daring.

I laughed at this, and you had glanced up, startled, but you laughed along a moment later, after you realized it was just me.  A few glasses later, you were as drunk as a skunk, you were.  I didn't mean to get that carried away (normally, I'd only have one), but you kept shoving them forward at me, asking me to go get them refilled.

I could tell there was a lot on you mind, most of it revolving around You-Know-Who, which, in me, you confided.  But one comment changed everything.  That one comment is the reason I am telling you this right now.  It was a simple comment, really.  But, if you'd have said it while you wre sober, none of this would've happened.

"I'm sleepy," you stated, slightly slurring your words.  To me, at that state, that was absolutely hilarious.  And because I laughed, you laughed along.  And soon, we were rolling around on the filthy ground, unable to control ourselves.

After we were done, and we paid the man what we owed, we stumbled back to the castle.  But, instead of walking you to Gryffindor Tower, I absentmindedly guided you to the basements, to the Slytherin house.  We walked into the common room (it was still early, so there was no one there) and one thing led to another, and you were flinging yourself upon me, resulting in a very heated make-out session. 

It was brilliant, if I may say so myself.  *WHACK*  Okay, um, OW!  That hurt!  So, apparently, I can't say what's on my mind. 

But anyway, back to the story.  The heated make-out session eventually evolved into very heated. . . well, you get my point.  Stop cringing, I'm not going to go into details!

*WHACK*

Again with the hitting?!  Well, anyway, the next morning, in your bed, (I had become sober enough to carry you up to the tower, where someone found you and brought you inside) with no recollection of the previous night, whatsoever.  All except for the light stench of alcohol, everything else was erased from your memory.

But I, on the other hand, remembered everything.  Every single, little, detail.  Every sensational moment.  Every single *WHACK!*

Okay, seriously, Hayley!  If you hit me one more time, I swear, I will become you worst nightmare!  I'm not bluffing!

That's better.

And, so, there you have it, babe.  You have your answers.  Now, you may leave.  Just wanted to tell you your dirty little secret. . .

*Hayley's POV*

Draco left the room before I did because I was frozen with shock.  I didn't know what to do know.  I had a bunch of questions in my mind. 

Why the bloody hell did I allow myself to be wreckless around him?  Did we, you know, use, um, protection?  God, that felt weird thinking.  Most importantly, if we weren't careful, did I have a chance of getting. . . pregnant?

Oh no, I couldn't get pregnant!  Not now!  Not with a war about to start!  Not when everything meant life or death.

Damn that peer pressure!  God!  How could I have been so stupid?!  But wait a second, this had been three months ago!  I hadn't been getting morning sickness.  Well, not everyone gets morning sickness.  And also, I didn't see a bulge.  But then again, I did feel  something when I laid on my stomach once.  But that was once.  I also haven't had any cravings.  But, again, not everyone gets those.

Holy crap!  I could be pregnant!  And with my mortal enemies' child!  At least, one of my mortal enemies.

Okay, I'd have to say, this is going by too fast. . .