The Werewolf's Daughter

A Christmas in the War

Maya stood looking at the Christmas tree in the living room. It was huge and she was almost finished decorating it.

'You look like you're having fun.' Draco said, coming up behind her with a cup of hot chocolate.

'I love Christmas.' She gushed. 'I know we're in the middle of a war, but I just can't help it – it's so magical.' She whispered.

Draco wrapped his arm around her, running a hand over her stomach. 'How do you feel today?' he asked, kissing her cheek.

'I haven't been sick since this morning.' She responded, in a whisper.

Maya had started to feel sick at the start of December; once again it took Draco reminding her about her period before she realised that she was once again late.

'What have we done?' she cried that night, lying next to him. 'We're too young. We can't do this.'

'Maya, calm down. It might not be that. We have to do the test; tomorrow ok?'

Maya barely slept that night. She knew when she had gotten pregnant. It was the night on the pool table, and it was her fault; she remembered when she climbed on top of him, but she definitely did not perform the protection spell before she slid on to him.

That night was 7 weeks ago now and Maya was definitely pregnant.

'Draco?'

'Hmm'

'I'm scared.' She whispered. 'I've ruined everything for us.'

'No, Maya! You haven't.' Draco responded, turning her around. 'You haven't ruined anything. We did this ok?'

Maya shook her head 'How can we do this? We're 17 years old and we're in the middle of a war.' She sobbed, her task of decorating the tree forgotten.

'Maya, we would manage. I know we would. But if you don't want this baby, I will stand by you no matter what you decide.'

'I won't get rid of it.' She said, bluntly.

'Well, we need to start planning for it then.' He said, kissing her. 'We need to tell them.' He whispered and she knew he meant their parents.

Maya sighed. 'They'll be really angry. I don't want to.'

'Well love, I think they'll notice in 9 months when you pop a baby out.' He chuckled.

'I'll be right there with you, ok? We're 17 now, they can't be too mad.'

Maya nodded. 'Tonight then, during dinner.'

Draco nodded and started to help Maya finish decorating.

...

'We have something to tell you.' Draco started that night, during their main course.

Maya kicked him. 'We can wait until dessert!' she whispered.

'I think you had better just tell us now.' Remus said, confused.

Maya stared at her dad; her lovely dad who was going to be so disappointed in her.

'I'm pregnant.' She whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

Silence.

'You...you're pregnant?' Remus choked, staring at them.

Maya nodded, tears running down her eyes.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry; you must be so disappointed in me.' She cried, pushing her chair back, standing up and running from the dining room. Draco stood up to go after her, but Remus stopped him. 'I'll get her.' Draco nodded and sat back down.