𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

54

FREDDIE'S BIRTHDAY

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April Fool's arrived as the calm from another couple of days full of homework and subjects to study which took all of our time. Whoever said 7th Year was easy should be sent to fucking Azkaban. Sadly, it was a Monday but everyone had their best mood and adrenaline in our bodies waiting for all the jokes and pranks meant for today.

That morning, as soon as I got out of my dorm, I went straight to the main living room where I saw Blaise and Draco hanging out.

A little devilish smile appeared on my face.

I pretended to have anxious breathing as I approached Draco, putting my hand on his shoulder to call his attention. He turned around to look at me but when he saw my facial expression his eyes opened widely and quickly stood up worried, as I noticed how Blaise behind him had an amused expression on his face, trying to hold his laugh back.

"Lilith, are you okay? What's wrong?" Draco asked, whispering.

"Need to tell you something in private." I made my voice stutter. He grabbed my wrist carefully and took us nearer to the big glass wall where no one was near us.

"Tell me," he spoke with a soft voice and for a tiny little moment, I felt bad about what I was about to do. I sighed hard and lowered my eyes to my shoes.

"Draco... I think I'm pregnant," I whispered and took my hand to my mouth to try to make him think I was trying to hold my sobs when actually I was trying to hold my laugh. "And, what's worse, Fred Weasley is the father..."

The blond boy got paler.

"What?! Bloody hell, Lilith! You got yourself pregnant with that bloody carrot?! Are you serious? I thought you were smarter!" he mumbled, trying not to shout. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh, fucking hell, another Weasley? You cannot tell me I'm going to be the uncle of a Weasley. No, that's not possible, no. I fucking hate my life." He took deep breaths. "Ok, first of all, do you wanna keep it?"

"I still don't know." I pretended to stutter.

"Fine, uhm - if you wanna get rid of it, I think mum knows how but if you want to keep it we can't let Weasley know. Let's hope your genes are stronger than that git's ones and the kid looks like you, maybe... maybe we can say he is Diggory's child. Yeah. Wait no, we can't do that, fuck. What about if we say he is a half-blood? You met the father in one of your muggle parties and it was a one-night stand. I can deal with a half-blood child but not with another carrot Weasley."

"Oh Merlin, you do hate them, don't you?" I questioned, genuinely surprised, breaking off the character.

"I do," he said quickly, thinking too much to notice I wasn't crying anymore. "But don't worry, I'll help you raise it, I don't have any idea of how to deal with kids but it can't be that hard, can it? Oh, bloody hell, have you told your uncle?! Fucking shit, he's going to kill Weasley." Draco chuckled nervously. "He deserves it though, he should fucking learn how to use a contraceptive spell at fucking time."

"Draco..." I called him, with my voice calmer.

"What? Any more bad news?" he said in the same tone, biting his nails.

A huge smile appeared slowly on my face and he scowled, confused.

"Happy April Fool's."

His shoulders fell and his mouth opened widely.

"I-" he started but took a deep breath. "I cannot fucking believe you did this to me, Lilith Arambella! My poor heart is about to leave my body! Fuck!"