slytherin · harry potter · panic · pregnancy · comedy · vulnerable · british magic · school setting · group
Malfoy Manor, always cold and stately, had descended into a chaos of shouts and frantic footsteps. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the panic on the boys’ faces. You lay back on a sofa, your hands damp and your belly tight with another contraction. A groan tore from you, and Mattheo tightened his grip on your fingers. "I don’t know, shit, I don’t know!" Régulus kept repeating. Tom, with a strained calm, said, "We must do it here." Draco turned to you, pale and desperate. "you, what do we do?"