Lost Innocence

Chapter Five

"Slut."

"Easy."

"She's ruined her future for sure."

The whispers followed Tracey everywhere. Despite the fact that spring was here, she had little to be happy about because she was an outcast. The girls who she once considered "friends" and some other Slytherins had spread the news of Tracey's pregnancy all over the school, and everyone was whispering about it now.

Tracey spent most of her time either in the library away from her classmates or in the dormitory, and on weekends she tried to avoid eating with the rest of them if she could, to get away from her classmates, whenever they saw her they'd make crude comments about her. Blaise was one of the worst and he was the one who put her in that position!

"Looking for a step daddy?" Malfoy called out, as he and Blaise sniggered. Blaise was still refusing to accept any responsibility.

Fed up with Tracey taking all the blame, Laura pulled Blaise into a private classroom and confronted him

"Let me put this in plain English for you," Laura said one day. Her patience was clearly at its limit with his lack of concern for Tracey. "Did you seduce Tracey Davis?"

"Yes," he said casually.

"And you had sex with her?"

"Yes," he said again.

"And now she's pregnant, so you are the father, like it or not!" Laura told him.

"She's just a common half-blood," he said indifferently.

"You think you're so special," Laura said. "But you're not. You're just another arrogant, bigoted, self-centred, spoiled pureblood," she said. "You are even more common than anyone and even less special than anyone, so watch it."

"I don't care about Tracey, she's just a dumb slut," he said. Laura's patience had absolutely run out with Blaise and her temper reached its boiling point. She slapped him across the face and glared at him. She left before she did anything else he might regret (or might cost her prefect position and how could she keep an eye on things if she lost her position).

"I know I shouldn't have gone that far, Professor," Laura said to Professor McGonagall, when McGonagall asked her if it was true. "I just snapped. I lost my temper. He has no respect, no ownership; he's just going about this whole business with no consequences, while Tracey is the one wearing the Scarlet Letter, and it takes two to get pregnant, so he should be facing the same amount of scorn, maybe more since he clearly took advantage of someone," she said.

"I do not blame you for being angry, and I agree with you, Miss Gamp," said Professor McGonagall.

Tracey meanwhile had other things on her mind. She was running through possible names for her baby and trying to think about how much baby clothes cost, and above all else, what she was going to do now. Abortion was out (not that she really wanted one anymore, she decided to go through with the pregnancy after her first appointment with Madam Nurturessa), but she had two other options. She could raise the baby, and be a mother, or she could give it up for adoption. She knew realistically she wasn't even close to ready to be a mother, she didn't know the first thing about babies, but to give it to someone else would be hard. She carried the baby, and brought it into the world. How could she hand it over to someone else?

"The decision is something only you can make yourself," Professor Sprout said when Tracey brought this up. "It's something you need to think about."

"I never thought it would be so complicated, to make this decision," Tracey admitted. "How I made such a mess of things?"

"Everyone makes mistake," Professor Sprout replied. "Find me someone who hasn't made mistakes, I'll give you my job."

Tracey had to laugh a bit.