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Defying Gravity by momoe

Format: Novel
Chapters: 26
Word Count: 122,943
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ginny, Teddy, Scorpius, Albus, James (II), Lily (II), Rose, Victoire, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, Harry/Ginny, Rose/Scorpius, Teddy/Victoire, James/OC

First Published: 04/26/2008
Last Chapter: 12/20/2009
Last Updated: 12/20/2009

Summary:





Seventh year Gryffindor Prefect, Albus Potter, and his girlfriend, Nat, have found themselves in an unthinkable situation: expecting a baby.  Murphy's Law applied, the next nine months will be filled with hardships starting with a pretty major one: telling the parents.


Chapter 1: 01..The Art of Procrastination






Defying Gravity
Chapter 1: The Art of Procrastination



Her eyes snapped open suddenly from a dream. She couldn’t remember the dream; it wasn’t important. What was important was why she was waking up at, she groaned aloud glancing at her watch, five thirty in the morning on a Hogsmeade Saturday. The last Hogsmeade Saturday before Christmas, actually.

Then, her empty belly let out a loud noise, and then she felt a pain in her mid-section. “Great,” she muttered, sitting straight up in the cold morning air. The house elves were supposed to keep the damn fires lit, but it somehow became below freezing in the dorm rooms at Hogwarts.

She felt another lurch in her abdomen and she threw her legs over the side of the bed and hurried in to the bathroom, not even caring that she was in shorts and a tee shirt and it was friggin’ cold. She didn’t even notice.

She did, however, notice when she fell to the floor in front of a toilet in the loo, her knees landing on cold stone. She didn’t need to throw up, though, and after a moment she leaned against the stone wall of the cubical. She brought her knees to her chest, her feet resting flat against the stone. She could feel its iciness through the thin material of her shorts and she shivered involuntarily.

The nauseous feeling didn’t dissipate, and she couldn’t decide if she was hungry or really needed to throw up. She sat on the cold stone floor for nearly an hour before she decided she wasn’t going to retch, nor was she going to be able to go back to sleep.

Instead, she took a shower, allowing the steaming hot water to beat on her tired muscles. She heard the door creak open and listened to one of her roommates pad to another shower stall and start the water. The new girl hummed to herself and she smiled.

“Hey, Rose,” she said. She knew as soon as the girl had walked in that it was Rose Weasley: she would be the only one who was up at this hour. Also, the girl had quite a voice.

“Nat?” came the tentative voice.

“Of course,” Nat sighed. “Sorry to disappoint you. Who did you think it was?”

“Emileigh,” Rose said simply. And then giggled. “Have you been up for long?”

“About an hour. I got that sick feeling again this morning.”

“Again? That’s what, the forth or fifth time this week! If I didn’t know you were on birth control potion I’d think you were pregnant.” Nat laughed at this notion. There was no way she could be pregnant. She took her potion religiously and was the most careful of her roommates. The least promiscuous, too, besides Rose.

“Besides,” Rose continued, “that would mean my cousin would have knocked you up and we can’t have that.”

“Hey! That hurts! Al is a great guy!” Nat defended her boyfriend of a year and a half. “And did you think I wouldn’t notice your cold, empty bed this morning? Been spending a lot of time in the Slytherin dungeons lately, eh Rosie?”

“You’re one to talk!” Rose cried, and only then did Nat feel a tad bit dirty to be having this conversation with her best friend while they were each in the shower. “It’s a miracle you actually spent one Friday night in this dorm.”

“I didn’t want to get in trouble and not be allowed to go to Hogsmeade. At least I would only be sneaking around in my own tower. Tell me, how did Scorpius manage to sneak you up from the dungeons?”

“He didn’t walk me,” Rose grumbled. Nat scoffed. “He was still sleeping when my alarm went off. You know how he hard he is to wake up.”

“No,” Nat chided. “I am proud to say I don’t know that bit of information, thank you very much.” She shut off the water to her shower and began to dry off. The water in Rose’s stall was shut off a few moments later, and then they each stepped out of their stall wrapped in maroon towels with the Gryffindor crest sewn in the middle.

Nat walked over to the mirror and swiped her hand across it, removing the condensation so she could see her reflection. She picked up her brush out of her tote and ran it through her long, blonde hair before parting it off to the side.

Nat and Rose brushed their teeth and dried their hair in silence and then padded out in to the dorm. Nat was happy to see the fire had been reignited and the room was a cozy warm.

She picked out her clothes, and, unabashedly, dropped her towel and began dressing. She pulled on black leggings and a short denim skirt, a black tank top, a white tank top, and then a red long sleeved shirt, giving herself a layered look. She pulled on khaki coloured boots that were lined with a cream coloured fur and headed back in to the bathroom to put the finishing touches on her hair and makeup.

Nat grasped the edge of the sink as yet another wave of nausea washed over her. Rose walked in to the bathroom, humming yet again, and saw her pained stance.

“Merlin, are you sick?” Rose hurried over to her friend and felt her forehead with the back of her hand. “You don’t have a fever. Maybe you should stay here today.”

“Not bloody likely,” Nat spat through clenched teeth. Rose raised her hands in surrender and moved to the sink next to her, picking up a blush brush. “I’m probably just hungry. I skipped dinner last night,” she waggled her eyebrows at Rose in the mirror and Rose pulled a face.

“I’d rather not discuss my cousin’s sex life, thank you very much.”

Nat slid a black head band behind her bangs, which fell artistically in to her crystal blue eyes, and she nodded at the mirror. She turned her head when the door opened and a short girl with brown frizzy hair and flannel pyjamas on shuffled in, a brown bathroom tote bag under her arm. It was filled with hair potions, face creams, and generally every toiletry a person could think of.

“’Morning, Kate,” Rose said, fluffing her hair in the mirror.

”Oh, hey,” Kate turned to the two, as if she hadn’t seen them when she walked in. “Can you try and wake up Em for me? It’s like waking the dead with that one, and Bryce said he wouldn’t wait for her forever. Today’s their first date, you know?”

“Really,” Nat asked, as if she didn’t know. Although, why Bryce Wood even bothered dating Emileigh Thomas was beyond her. Everyone knew she was easier to get in to than a Cannons match. (The Cannons were, like, the worst Quidditch team on the planet, but Rose’s dad still supports them.)

“And get Lucy up while you’re at it,” said Kate, almost as an after thought, as she slipped into a shower stall. The two girls walked away from the billowing steam and back in to the dormitory. Directly to the left of the door was Lucy Weasley’s bed. To the right was Emileigh Thomas.

Rose tilted her head towards Lucy’s bed and Nat scoffed, tilting her head towards Emileigh’s. “She’s your cousin,” Nat hissed when Rose made a move towards Emileigh’s bed.

“But she’s so awful,” Rose shuddered, but reluctantly moved to the bed which contained a red head snoring softly. Nat pulled the curtains to Emileigh’s bed opened and shook the brunette awake.

“Get up,” Nat yelled in her ear. The girl in question shot up in bed, nearly knocking Nat out in the process. “You don’t want to be late for your date with Wood, do you?”

The girl moved quickly and purposefully out of her bed and down to her trunk to gather her shower supplies. Nat looked over to Rose, who was shaking Lucy roughly.

“Go ‘way,” the sleeping girl muttered, turning away from Rose and cuddling closer to a pillow. Rose sighed, throwing her hands up.

“Fine. It’s the weekend. Miss Hogsmeade. I. Don’t. Care.” She said the last part slowly, and close to the other girl’s ear, punctuating each word. Then she turned around and stomped away muttering, “Brat,” under her breath. Nat giggled behind her hand and Rose glared at her. “Are you coming to breakfast? You need to eat something. You will feel better.”

It was nearly eight o’clock, and the Great Hall was packed for so early on a weekend. Although, not so much for it being a Hogsmeade weekend and definitely not so much for it being the last Hogsmeade weekend before a major holiday.

Rose wiggled her fingers in the direction of the Slytherin table, or more accurately, Scorpius Malfoy, and she and Nat made their way to the other side of the hall to the Gryffindor table.

They slid gracefully in to seats in the middle of the table. Rose began piling food on her plate, but Nat sat there. The sight of that food was giving her that all too familiar feeling in her tummy, and the smell of coffee churned her stomach. She cautiously pulled a piece of wheat toast off the top of the stack and set it on her plate.

“Hey, Love,” Albus Potter slid in to the seat next to Nat and kissed her cheek. Bryce Wood sat on the opposite side of the table across from Albus and looked pointedly at Nat.

“Is she even awake?” He flipped his light brown fringe out of his hazel eyes. Of course, he was talking about Emileigh, his date for the day.

“Of course she is,” Nat smiled weakly, buttering her toast. “Give me some credit, Bryce. She’s been waiting for you to ask her out since last term, I doubt she’d miss your first date!”

Nat picked up the toast and looked at it, the butter glistening in the candlelight. She grimaced and took a napkin, wiping as much butter off as she could. She felt rather than saw someone sit in the seat next to Rose and turned her head to see a red head and a boy with white-blonde hair sucking each other’s faces off.

She cleared her throat with a prim, “Eh-hem.” The two tore their faces away from each other and Rose had the decency to look embarrassed. “Good morning, Malfoy,” she said brightly, smiling at the boy in question.

His blonde hair fell to his chin, which was pointed and led to a strong jaw and high cheekbones. He was a God in most people’s eyes, but to Nat he was just Scorpius, the only Slytherin worth befriending.

“’Morning, Long,” he nodded in Nat’s direction. “Potter, Wood,” he added to the boys sitting near them. Just then, a breathless Emileigh slammed herself down on the bench next to Bryce, and Kate slid more gracefully next to her.

Then Kate’s eyes narrowed at Rose. “Your cousin is a bitch,” she said angrily, reaching out to pour a glace of pumpkin juice.

“Which one?” Albus’ eyes narrowed. Rose and Albus were cousins, and Albus had a little fifth year sister, Lily, who he hoped Kate wasn’t referring to.

“Lucy,” Rose answered for her. “What did she do?”

“She bit me!” Kat cried, loudly, causing several people to look their way. “Honestly, I was just trying to wake her!”

Rose leaned forward around Nat to look at her cousin. “She has so much of Uncle Percy in her.” Albus gasped in mock shock and Rose chuckled. “We were both thinking it; only I had the balls to say it.”

“Yeah,” Albus laughed, “then say it to her face.”

“Not bloody likely!”

Nat tuned out her friends and took a deep breath, this time intent on taking a bite of toast. Her stomach was churning uncomfortably, and she hoped that getting something inside it would make it happy.

She lifted the toast to her mouth and nibbled on the crust. She swallowed and then drank a bit of pumpkin juice. After she got that down, she took a bigger bite, also following it up with a drink.

A few minutes later, she had finished her third piece of toast and was reaching for a forth. “Got your appetite back, eh?” Rose commented, taking a bite of her eggs. Nat nodded, then stopped. She felt a lurch in her stomach, the taste of bile in the back of her throat.

“Oh no,” she gasped out before the stumbled off of the bench and, literally, ran out of the Great Hall. She took the steps of the Grand Staircase two at a time until she came to the first floor, all the while cursing the fact that there was not an easily accessible loo on the ground floor.

The bile was getting more potent, and she had to swallow to keep it down. The jostling of running wasn’t helping matters, and she barely burst through the door and made it in to a stall before she lost what little she ate for breakfast in the toilet.

“Merlin,” Kate and Rose slammed in a minute later and she was then dry heaving over the toilet. Rose moved forward immediately and pulled her hair out from around her shoulders so it wouldn’t get in the way. She rubbed Nat’s back soothingly, and Nat rested her arms against the bowl, her head resting on one forearm.

The door burst open again and Albus rushed in, Scorpius, Emileigh, and Bryce moving into the doorway behind him. “Are you okay?” Albus asked, his voice laced with concern.

Nat sat back on her haunches, swiping the back of her hand across her mouth, as Rose rounded on Albus.

“This is a girls’ toilet!” Rose yelled, effectively backing Albus out of the lavatory. “There could be first years in here, Albus. And you are a prefect!”

Oh, did she mention Rose was Head Girl? She had the opportunity to have her own room, but refused, not wanting to be away from her friends. It’s not like she spent any substantial time in the dorm anyway.

She was about to give Albus a final shove to get him out of the room, when Nat suddenly lurched forward and was dry heaving into the toilet again. Kate took her place rubbing her back and holding her hair.

Emileigh, who was standing in the corridor behind two tall boys, pushed her head between their arms and gasped. “Gods, Nat. Are you pregnant?”

Everyone’s eyes, save for Nat’s, turned to Albus and he spluttered. “No!” he cried, “she can’t be! She’s on the potion. Madame Grady” – the witch in the infirmary – “gave it to her!”

“You don’t use spells or anything else?” Kate gasped. Then everyone turned to her. No one expected sweet, innocent, virginal Kate to know anything about birth control. She turned red with embarrassment and Nat groaned, the noise echoing in the toilet bowl.

“Well…no,” Albus admitted, almost meekly. “Why, do you?” He turned, his eyes landing on Scorpius, who snorted.

“Every time! Nothing’s one hundred percent and who knows where Grady gets those potions anyway. She could get them from Professor Kingston” – the potions teacher – “and I wouldn’t put it past him to muck up a batch just for kicks.”

Albus scrubbed his hand over his face and through his hair. He walked quickly over to Nat, who had stood and was coming out of the stall, but she pushed him away, instead moving over to the sinks. She rinsed her mouth out and splashed cold water on to her face, breathing deeply.

“Actually,” Rose said primly, watching her cousin and best friend, “I do know where Madame Grady gets the potions. She special orders them from the Apothecary in Hogsmeade. That’s why you have to have permission from a parent or guardian to take it, because she has to know how many to order. And the apothecary brews them in batches. One batch makes six three-month supplies. Then we girls go and get them every three months, so if hers was affected, so could five others’.”

“That would be you, Emileigh, Kate, Luce, and,” Nat paused, looking at Albus apologetically, “Lily. We all went and got ours together, remember? And Grady was just starting on a new shipment.”

“Lily is on birth control potion?” Albus gasped.

“Relax,” Rose patted his shoulder sympathetically. “There’s other reasons to take birth control potion besides sex.”

“Yeah,” Kate agreed, “I take it to regulate my…visits,” she censored her statement because of the boys in the room.

“Calm down, it’s okay,” Nat patted him reassuringly. Albus pulled her in to a hug and buried his face in her hair.

“You might be pregnant and my sister is possibly having sex. This was supposed to be a good day.” His voice was muffled by her hair, but everyone in the room got the tone of his statement.

“Well, here,” Rose stated. “We will go to Hogsmeade, go to the Apothecary and get a pregnancy test. Then we’ll know for sure and can take it from there. As for Lily, well, Al, she is a big girl.”

“In the mean time,” said Kate, cutting off Albus’ protests, “there are boys in the girls lavatory. And one of them is a prefect. I sure hope a professor doesn’t come up to check on you, Nat. You caused quite a scene in the Great Hall.”

Nat laughed, but her stomach tightened and her smile faded in to a grimace. She couldn’t be pregnant. She was only seventeen. She had her whole life ahead of her.

As if sensing her thoughts, Rose walked over and put an arm around her shoulders, leading her towards the staircase. “We’re going to freshen up a bit,” Rose said to Albus’ questioning look. “We’ll be right down.”

He nodded mutely, running a hand through his unruly black hair, and headed back down the stairs and in to the Great Hall with his friends. Rose had her arm around Nat the whole way back to Gryffindor tower. She muttered the password to the Fat Lady and the portrait swung open. She stepped inside and held her hand out for Nat to take.

The common room was nearly empty for still so early on a weekend, with a small giggling group of fourth year girls near the fire, and a few boys milling around the girls’ staircase, probably waiting for their dates to come down.

Rose pulled Nat to the top of the tower and entered the seventh year girls’ dorm. She was surprised to find Lucy’s bed empty, and heard the water of the shower running in the bathroom.

Nat let go of Rose’s hand and collapsed on her trunk, putting her head in her hands. She let out a loud sob and Rose stroked her back, gently. “How could I be so stupid?” Nat whispered, lifting her head to look at Rose.

“Nat, there may not be anything to worry about. Lets not get worked up until there’s something to get worked up over, alright?” Rose was unnervingly calm as she pulled Nat to her feet and then took her in to the bathroom.

Lucy had just stepped out of a shower stall, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her head holding in her hair, and a Gryffindor towel wrapped securely around her chest. She moved over to the sinks and began brushing her teeth.

“Are you okay?” she noticed Nat and spoke around her tooth brush making it sound more like, “a-oo-oay?” Nat just nodded simply and pulled out her tooth brush.

She brushed the acidy taste of bile out of her mouth, gargling extra long with mouthwash. After that, she washed her face of all of the makeup she’d painstakingly applied hours before, since it was all smudged from minutes before, and simply pressed on some powder and mascara, making sure to put her shimmery lip gloss in her skirt pocket.

“Natalya,” Lucy called as Nat turned to leave the bathroom. Lucy was the only one who called her by her full name, and it was unnerving to Nat. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, thanks Luce.” She walked past Rose and out of the bathroom, tears suddenly pricking the back of her eyes. No, she wasn’t fine. She was suddenly glad she’d worn water-proof mascara as tears gathered at the corner of her eyes.

“We may need you later on tonight,” Rose told Lucy before exiting the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

“What was that for?’ Nat wondered aloud and Rose shrugged.

“Just in case, I’m buying six tests. If it was a botched potion, any of us could be pregnant.” Nat nodded, a tear that had gathered slid slowly down her cheek. Rose reached up and brushed it away. “Deep breaths,” Rose said soothingly.

“Aren’t you supposed to oversee students entering the village, Head Girl?” said Nat as they made their way down the stairs and out the portrait hole. Rose shrugged.

“Professor Longbottom” – head of Gryffindor House and overseer of Prefect meetings – “decided that it would be nice to give the prefects a whole day in Hogsmeade, so teachers are taking turns patrolling.”

“Oh, that was nice of him,” Nat smiled fondly. Herbology was her favourite subject and she liked Professor Longbottom. He was also a family friend to Albus’ family and Albus had dated his daughter, Meg, briefly before Nat. Meg had been his only previous relationship, so he hadn’t had much experience when he and Nat started dating the summer before sixth year when Nat had gone to stay with Rose the last part of holidays.

“Yes,” Rose agreed, “and I have so many gifts to buy. All of my cousins, my parents…Scor.”

“Gosh you haven’t done any shopping, have you?”

“No, and I plan on getting most of it done today. And then we will swing by the apothecary after a light lunch at the Three Broomsticks, and hopefully get everything all straightened out.”

“Right,” Nat nodded, smiling slightly. They entered the entrance hall and found Scorpius and Albus waiting at the bottom of the stairs for them. Albus held Nat’s red winter cloak, which she’d left in the Great Hall, and helped her in to it.

He kissed her lips and smiled. “Mmm, peppermint,” he licked his lips happily, circling his arms around her waist. “Are you better?” She nodded, leaning her forehead against his.

“I’ll be perfect tonight, when I can get all of this straightened out.” He nodded in agreement, and kissed the tip of her nose before pulling away.

Rose pulled a black cap over her red curls and then slid her hands in to black gloves. Nat wrapped a cream-colored scarf around her neck, and swatted at Albus’ hand, who was playing with the puff ball on the top of her hat.

”Are you sure you’ll be warm enough?” Albus gestured to her skirt and leggings.

“Oh yes,” she smiled happily for the first time that day. “These leggings are thick. And besides, I always have you to keep me warm.” She leaned in to him and kissed him.

“Ugh, get a room!” Scorpius called from behind them, and Albus wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her closer as they stepped out in to the snow.

“She must be feeling better,” Rose commented.

Nat agreed. She was feeling better. And it scared her. 



A/N: I didn't mean to start writing this, but I stayed up one night and cranked out six 4,000 word chapters in one shot (which is a lot and took a long time) but the inspiration struck.

Maybe I got tired of reading all of the "Rose-gets-pregnant-by-Scorpius" stories (don't get me wrong, most of them are fab!) but, really, she's not the only one who can screw up, right?

*Chapter title from Firenze_Fan at the Titled Inspiration thread on the forums.* - very useful thread, btw.



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