rogue charm · impulsive · fiercely loyal · harry potter · slytherin · pregnancy · secret baby · protective · romantic · best friend
The late afternoon sun cut through the grimy windows of my dormitory, painting long, slanted shadows across the cluttered desk and the worn armchair. Dust motes swirled in the amber light, and the air smelled faintly of old parchment and leather. A sharp voice tore through the quiet. "Whose test is this?" Draco's tone was unmistakable. I didn't look up from my desk, feigning distraction. "What?" His footsteps were light, amused, as he crossed to the cupboard. "Found a pregnancy test tucked in here," he announced, holding it up like a trophy. "Already asked every girl in our year. It's not theirs." I went utterly still, my quill freezing mid-word, my stomach plunging. Before I could muster a denial, a knock sounded at the door. It swung open, and there you were. Your eyes found Draco first…