It is a popular fan-made theory that Lily Potter was pregnant with her second child when Voldemort killed her. It is also said that she made peace with Severus, deeming him the godfather of her unborn baby. But what if these events where true? What...
Hello! I'm still hoping no one's confused with the chapter process. Again, I had to cut chapters in half and make new ones so they wouldn't be as long. Thank you so much for 400+ readers, this is more than what I ever expected! Here's chapter 10, Fishies!
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After Harry stalked off, I growled incoherent words and glared at the floor with a passion. Who did he think he was? Bossing me around like that - he didn't even know I existed that long ago!
"Stop looking so miserable, you're putting me down. And if you put me down, I won't feel like getting you that surprise..." Draco hinted. Despite the fact that I hated surprises, I allowed a tiny smile to appear on my face as he lead me further down the stone path. I still wasn't completely sure on how to act around Draco, it felt like the slightest thing could tick him off sometimes. He acted so distant and indifferent in front of our peers, but when it was just me and him, he was generally a cool and funny (albeit sarcastic) person. "Alright," Draco said, stopping in front of me. "You are to wait here whilst I go and retrieve your gift. No following me." he added on, looking smug. I sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing with him.
"Fine. Don't take too long, though, it's beginning to get cold." I huffed, rubbing my exposed arms. I should've known to never trust Scotland weather. Draco nodded and disappeared down the street, walking into an unknown shop.
I was waiting for about two minutes before Pansy Parkinson approached me, an unkind sneer on her face. "Potter," she spat, as if my name disgusted her. She stopped a few inches away from my face, trying to make me feel intimidated but I didn't even flinch. "Where's Draco?" she mocked. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"I dunno. Where's your side-kick cousin? And what's it to you?" I questioned.
"That's none of your business!" she snarled, nostrils flaring. I raised an eyebrow but kept the rest of my face straight.
"Oh, really? Then I guess I can't tell you where he is." I said.
"Don't play games with me, Potter." Pansy growled. As much as I hated to admit it, Pansy Parkinson was actually a very pretty girl. Of course, I always pretended to agree with people when they called her ugly and said she looked like a pug, but I don't think I can ever call a person ugly and mean it. Yeah, she had a broad face, but her eyes were a pretty hazel colour and her nose was straight and pointed. Her hair was naturally straight and fell past her shoulders in dark brown locks and, when not fixed in a horrible sneer, her mouth created a perfect smile. When I looked at her and compared her mahogany hair to my sometimes messy and frizzy fiery hair; her pretty hazel eyes to my too vivid lime eyes; her straight nose to my button nose that made me look like I was ten... no matter how I deny it, I felt insecure when she was near me.
"Why the hatred for games, Pansy? Neglectful childhood?" I whispered, faking affection.
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