Save Yourself

The two of us had almost two weeks of peace before the storm blew over—and stayed for far too long. On January 14th, our relationship was changed for the rest of our lives, and it was all caused by a whirlwind of red hair.

Blaise.

”Aidan.”

”Too weak sounding.”

”Samuel.”

”Too prissy.”

”Bradford.”

”I will not, under any conditions, name our son Bradford.”

I smirked slightly, once again sitting next to my husband—I still wasn’t used to that word—on the large sofa placed in front of the fire of the Slytherin common room. The two of us were throwing names out, trying to decide on one that we could both agree on—something that had yet to happen.

”Evan.”

Draco blanched. “The name ‘Evan’ conjures up images of a small, dark-haired boy too scared to defend himself.”

I grinned in spite of myself, knowing full well the next name out of my mouth shouldn’t be spoken—even as a joke.

”Harry.”

Draco tensed up momentarily before he realized I had been joking, and then turned to look me directly in the eye and verbalize his disapproval of me.

”Don’t you ever say that name around our child.”

I was taken aback by the harshness of his tone, although I knew I should have suspected it. Without so much as a word, I nodded, turning my gaze back to the fireplace.

Hardly a minute went by before I felt a slight amount of pressure on the cushion I was leaning on. Before I could turn around to see who had approached the two of us, I heard the very last sound I wanted to hear.

Blaise’s voice.

"So I hear you shagged Pansy here and ended up with a soon-to-be squalling infant.” Even though I wasn’t looking at her, I could hear the smirk on her face.

Surprised that the Whore of Slytherin had found out about our son, I turned to Draco with more than a little shock written on my face.

”I told Terence,” he admitted softly to me, his cold gray eyes set upon Blaise’s features.

”The same Terence I’ve been shagging for a little over two weeks,” Blaise was polite enough to inform the two of us.

”It’s good to know you’ve been keeping up with your reputation,” Draco shot back rather weakly. His eyes were nervously darting from Blaise to me, and his hand was squeezing mine much tighter than usual.

”So,” Blaise began, twirling her fire-red hair between two pale spidery fingers. “Have you asked her yet?”

”Asked me what?” I interjected, suddenly aware of the fact something was going on I wasn’t aware of.

Blaise turned to me, faux surprise written all over her face. “To get an abortion, of course.”

”Why, you little—” Draco stood up suddenly, letting go of my hand in the process. His fists were clenched and teeth bared, and for one awful moment I was afraid he’d hit her; I wasn’t afraid for her protection, rather the consequences of such an action.

”You little what, Draco?” Blaise challenged, her green eyes on fire. “I’m surprised you haven’t, really—seeing as how you told me to get one, I would have assumed history would repeat itself.”

Before I realized what she had said, Draco lunged for her throat, only narrowly missing. He landed on the couch next to me, his usually pale face flushed with anger and hatred towards the small Irish half-blood.

”Wait,” I paused, allowing the new information to sink into my head. “You mean—?”

Blaise then turned towards me, a smirk upon her pretty face, her eyes dancing. “Don’t worry, Pansy—I’m still the best he’s ever had.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and waltzed out of the Slytherin Common Room, Terrence Nott trailing along behind her.

Ever so slowly, I turned towards the man crouched beside me, his flawless face filled with rage. His eyes turned to meet mine, and I saw something I had never seen in them before:

Guilt.

”You didn’t.” My words were more of a statement than a question.

”I’m sorry,” he whispered, his face crumpling in his attempts to not cry—whether it be from rage, guilt, or fear, I didn’t know.

”You didn’t,” I repeated, tears filling my own eyes. “You didn’t—tell me you didn’t.”

”I did,” he sighed, “two years, before we got serious.”

”So I guess that just makes it all right for you then, doesn’t it?” I suddenly burst out, no longer caring about the loss of dignity. “Just because I wasn’t—it doesn’t give you the right—”

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around me tightly in a desperate attempt to get me to listen to him.

”Pansy, I love you, I love this child, I love us—Blaise was a mistake, she was a mistake I’m never going to make again, please, please listen to me…”

”NO!” I yelled loudly, causing the entire common room to turn and stare at us. “I don’t care, you lying son of a bitch—get away from me!”

With that, I pushed him away and stood up, running as quickly to the stairs of the sixth year girl’s dorms as I could, leaving Draco behind me, his own tears now spilling down his cheeks as he saw me run out of his life for what he feared to be forever.