The Accident (A Harry Potter Love Triangle)

Chapter Eighteen

Draco and I are running down the corridor, going God-knows-where. The last hour and a half of events flashes through my mind as we run and run.

"Well maybe that wouldn't be so terrible! BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!" Harry stares at me in disbelief, then hurries off in the opposite direction. Probally to go tell the others.

"Good acting. Really convincing." Draco tells me.... Doesn't he get it? Doesn't he get that I really, truely love him?

"I meant what I said." I stop walking and look at him. "I really do love you. Don't you love me?" I'm sounding quite desperate, staring into his eyes, saying this.

"Yeah... I think I do." He holds my hand the rest of the way to the Room of Requirment. We walk in silence.

We've stopped running, but we're still moving. Outside now. Under the stands of the Quidditch pitch. Sitting. Talking. Like we did earlier.

He paces back and forth, muttering, in front of a blank wall. Suddenly, a door is there. We go in. it's a small room, about the size of our dorms. There's two cushiony deep blue couches, and red pillows galore. The grey carpeting is so soft...

"Do you like it?"

"I love it!" I answer. I am so relieved, I thot for sure there would be a bed in here. Maybe he really does just want to talk... But then he's pulling me over to a couch, sitting beside me, petting my hair, staring at me with his gorgeous grey eyes. I lean in to kiss him he kisses me back. I pull away.

"You wanted to talk?" he asks.

I nod.

"About what?"

"What you intend to get out of this relationship. We obviously like each other alot..."

He takes a deep breath a says...

"The ultimate revenge." But it sounds like he's forcing himself to say it.

"Which would be...?" I ask carefully.

"A..."

"A what? Spit it out, honey."

"I want you.. to.. to.. the be the mother of my child." He sounds so sincere, looking at me lovingly.

I gasp, and say-

"Heather?" he says as we lay side by side outside. It's a bit chilly for a September afternoon.

"Yes, darling?"

"What should we name him?"

"Who him?" he points to my tummy as a response. "Oh. well, we don't know if it's a he, nor do we even know if anyone's even in there..."  I really hope no one's there....

As if Draco can read my thoughts, he says, "You don't want him, do you?"

"Ummm... well...."

He jumps up. I sit up, choking back tears.

"YOU TOLD ME THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED!" He screams at me.

I start crying. "I do want him, Draco, baby, please sit back down!" He sits. He pets my hair, kisses me.

"We're going to be great parents. We'll run away together. Be happy and safe."