Draco's POV
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Potter has officially become depressed. Well, actually, I don't know that for sure. But he isn't talking. He isn't eating. He isn't going to classes.

He hasn't been down to the great hall for meals in over a week. Dumbledore issued a search for him twice, fearing that he committed suicide. Thank Merlin he didn't. He was just sitting in his room.

But God dammit. Why was he acting like this? The boy is pregnant! He has to be eating and stuff, right?!

Wait why do I care?

Meh..maybe I care a little...

But it's because he's pregnant! He's supposed to have a kid, and he's going to kill it before it hits three months old.

Sighing, I got up and left the great hall with my friends. Pansy was talking to me about the newest ways we can bully potter, but I'm just not up to it now that he's pregnant. I'm not cruel enough to harm a person my age, and I'm definitely not cruel enough to harm a little baby.

"Potter!"

I turned my head, Rolling my eyes when I saw Diggory walking down the hall. I looked back over at potter, who had a look of fear on his face.

Diggory grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward the bathroom. "Lets go" he looked down at potter, challenging him to say anything.

Then, all the insults came. A wave of voices called out things like how potter was his whore, how he probably had an STD by now, and how he should give him a galleon or two.

Potter looked terrified. All I had to do was look at him, and I knew something was wrong. I wanted to join in on all the jokes, but I realized, these weren't jokes.

Because looking at the sight of potter being dragged into the bathroom by someone who could beat him to the point of death, out of all the things you could just ignore; the looks on their faces, how tight Diggory was gripping him, how potter looked pale and was grabbing his stomach protectively, I couldn't pass on the one thing that set me off.

Potter had tears practically gushing out of his eyes, and I couldn't deny that that meant something bad was going to happen.