Crystal Power

Chapter 15: - Quidditch

For the third time that week Vir threw up before breakfast. Groaning she sank to her knees and sighed.

"Gin, are you all right?" Shane knocked gently on the door. Standing slowly she wiped her mouth.

"Yes" She walked to the door and opened it.

"You should go and see Pomfrey. She'll be able to give you a potion or something."

"I will" She nodded and finished dressing.

"Gin, promise me you'll go straight after potions. Yuk, potions, Malfoy and Snape."

"I'll go after potions. okay?" She smiled and left for the Great Hall.

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Vir spent the potions lesson smiling. Shane was still being annoying about her visiting Pomfrey. She and Draco had been getting on well, they met in either his room or in one of the unused dungeons. Most of the time they just talked and held each other, kissing occasionally and he regularly helped her with her potions homework. He caused her to smile and feel better about most situations. Luckily it was a secret, however, Snape became suspicious when he saw her wearing the pendant. When the afore mentioned professor saw her smiling he glowered. She continued working and secretly smiled at Draco. They had a meeting arranged for that night in the dungeon and she couldn't wait. At the end of the lesson she went to the hospital wing and waited patiently for Madame Pomfrey. When she arrived Vir was escorted to a bed and asked that the symptoms be described. Tutting the mediwitch ran a wand over her and then sat down.

"Erm, Miss Weasley. The reason that you have been feeling unwell is that you are pregnant. From what I can tell you're about two months gone." Vir's mouth dropped. "I assume that the child is Mr Potters."

"No, it's... no." The girl sat stunned.

"I take it that you will inform him. I have to tell the Headmaster."

"Could you wait a while please?" She felt her eyes sting.

"Of course, but arrangements will have to be made. There are alternatives... the baby could be adopted."

"No, I want the baby. Thank you Madame."

"I will excuse you from afternoon lessons and I need you to check in with me next month. I'll give you a potion for the morning sickness." She disappeared then returned with a glass of a thick sticky green liquid. Drinking it quickly she then thanked the elder woman and left. She hurried back to her room firstly acquiring a sandwich from the kitchen. She was glad to be excused from classes because this was big. She didn't know how to tell Draco, let alone her family. Sitting on the couch she placed a hand on her stomach and closed her eyes. A smile spread over her face, she took out her diary and flicked back to Christmas Eve that was it, the night a baby started to come into existence. On the 24th of September she wrote, 'Baby!!!!' in large loopy script. An incredible urge came over her to find Draco at that moment. She walked calmly down to the dungeons greeting Nearly Headless Nick who was arguing with the Bloody Baron. She tapped lightly on the door of the potions classroom and entered. The sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins turned to look at her.

"Professor is Mr Malfoy in please?" she asked politely.

"No." The professor growled.

"Thank you." She quickly left feeling her face turn bright red with embarrassment. "You idiot, why did you do that?"

"Because, Weasley, an idiot is precisely what you are." A smile spread across her face at the caustic remark. She turned and met his cold grey eyes, which held a twinkle.

"Draco, do I need to remind you of a certain incident involving a forbidden curse?"

"Hmmm, no. I remember." He placed a hand behind her head and steered her closer for a searing kiss.

"What if someone sees us?" she asked when they broke apart.

"Let them see." He came in for another kiss but she stopped him with a firm hand on his chest.

"I need to talk to you but not here. Tonight."

"Oh, I'm sorry but I can't meet with you. I have a group of Gryffindors lives to make Hell with potions detention." Nodding she eased him into the classroom and then retreated in defeat. And so it went for a week. Every time she tried to tell him he had to be elsewhere. By the following Friday she was ready to explode. Along with the rest of the school she went down to the quidditch pitch to watch the match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Draco was to referee the game and was expected to throw the game in Ravenclaw's favour. Half way through the game Vir became sick of his biased behaviour, she left the stands and walked down onto the field.

"Sonorus," she said pointing her wand at herself. Her magnified voice boomed: "Draco Malfoy land that broom immediately." All eyes in the stands went to the head girl. The teams halted play, with the exception of one Gryffindor chaser who decided to throw the quaffle through the goal. "I'm not asking you, Malfoy..I'm telling you."

"Sonorus," he said pointing his wand at himself. "Miss Weasley, kindly leave the pitch you are disrupting play."

"I will do no such thing. If you won't come down here then everyone can here what I have to say." She completely lost control of her emotions, felt power build inside her and her eyes held a dangerous glint. "I'm pregnant, Draco. I do not appreciate the father of my child riding around on his broom like Viktor Krum or Harry Potter being biased against my house team." Murmurs could be heard from all around the stands.

"WHAT?" Draco's already magnified voice along with his shout deafened half of the crowd.

"I'm pregnant and you Mr Malfoy are responsible. Congratulations, you did one thing Harry never did." Vir had never been vindictive before but she felt compelled to do this. Draco steered his broom down and looked her squarely in the eyes.

"Virginia?" Her eyes glistened with malice and something else, something unidentifiable.

"That's right, Malfoy. You bedded a Weasley and now the consequences are known." She heard footsteps behind her and released the excess power with a spell that knocked everyone on the pitch out except Draco. The players dropped of their brooms one by one. He looked at the unconscious forms of Vir, Potter, Granger and several Weasley's. Dismounting the broom with rapid grace he picked up Vir's limp body and took it to the hospital wing. He placed her body on the bed and watched Madam Pomfrey fuss over her. Draco gripped her hand and sat by the bedside, emotions racing through him. He was livid, ecstatic, concerned, saddened and pleased, his throat constricted as none of the healer's methods were having any effect. Vir had a pulse and was alive, as was the child but she showed no signs of life. Angry footsteps sounded behind him as the healer retreated to her office.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Snape bellowed, Draco turned to him.

"Professor, I..." He was cut of by a sharp glare.

"Mr. Malfoy." The potions master joined him by the bedside. "Care to explain why Miss Weasley would make up such a lie?"

"I can only assume...." He was going to lie himself, but as he held her hand he was compelled to tell the truth. "It's a long story, sir. I would rather explain when the Headmaster is present."

"Very well, he is currently reviving those outside that she stunned." He placed her wand on the bedside table. "She destroyed her wand in the process. Stupid girl."

For several long painful minutes Draco and Snape sat alone in the infirmary watching over Vir's limp body. Suddenly the door slammed open and several infuriated people stood. Granger had a firm hold on Potter's shoulder. His hand flexed and he was ready to pounce. The Weasley's behind him were equally prepared but one figure forced his way through and stood menacingly taking large steps and growing ever closer to his goal. Lucius Malfoy. The man was incensed. He looked ready to tear his son to shreds. Snatching at Draco's robes he pulled him to a room at the end of the hospital wing.

"Father, what a pleasant surprise."

"Silence." To accentuate his statement he swiped his hand across Draco's face. "Tell me that whore wasn't telling the truth? Tell me that you didn't sleep with her. When did you stop listening to me?"

"I haven't stopped listening. Father, you told me to rape her. That was all I did."

"Imbecile!" The elder man drew back his fist and caught his sons jaw. "You are supposed to be the greatest instead you are working for that snivelling excuse for a Pureblood. Start proving your worth instead of sleeping with any girl that takes your fancy. A Weasley that is nearly as bad as a Muggle."

"She is important, Father. Not just to me but to the future of the Pureblood society. I thought that was important. We need her. I have to get that help anyway I can so go ahead hit me and then I can go back to her side. Because I care for her." Lucius was taken aback by his son's outburst and reacted as he always did. He reacted with violence; he thrust his fist into Draco's gut. This was followed by a swift uppercut to his jaw. The younger of the two reeled back into the door as the attack continued. He took each blow without question as he always did. He knew eventually his father would tire and would leave him alone. He was stunned when two tall red heads entered the room and wrenched the elder man away. Catching his breath Draco righted himself and followed. Lucius spat at the foot of Virginia's bed as he left the room, his hair only slightly out of place. The blonde man that remained brushed his hair out of his eyes and walked back to her bed. All eyes centred on him.

"Thanks," he muttered at the eldest Weasleys who rescued him. The healer attempted to repair some of the damage but he brushed her off. "Go on then, Potter. Hit me. You're dying to do so."

"No." Emerald green met with mercury grey and then both sets of eyes returned to the inanimate body that was before them. Snape, Granger, Dumbledore's ghost and the four Weasleys stood quietly.

"Mr Malfoy I believe we need to have a discussion now."

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