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I'm not like one of those girls. They're weird...they're sort of ugly, and they're anything but sexually active. They don't know how to wear their hair so they leave it hanging down their backs all frazzled and frizzy or they keep it up in a ponytail or tight bun simply to resist having to consistently flip it behind they're shoulder, which, heaven forbid may make them look too flirtatious.
Its pathetic how simply one night of something so meaningless can feel so meaningful.
I do admit it was rather nice of her to hold my hair back while the entirety of my innards spilled out of my mouth (that’s a fancy way of saying I barfed)
I didn’t want to be one of the girls who got pregnant when they were seventeen. I didn’t want to be one of the girls who walked down the hall and attracted eyes and looks and hoots. I didn’t want to be the type of girl who the girls that sit at the end of the table scowl at and tell themselves they’ll never be. I wasn’t one of those girls…was I?
Who needs a Scorpius when you've got a Dominique?
You're no friend of mine.
She’s right (big surprise there). It was my fault. I am completely one hundred percent to blame. And though it was probably the most irresponsible thing I’ve ever done to have unprotected sex with a boy who had a girlfriend while under the influence of alcohol, I think this was meant to teach me something. And whether I wanted to admit it or not, at the end of all this I would come out on top.
Those Skinny Girls
That’ll never be me. I will never be his. He will never want this baby. And he will never lend me a helping hand. I will be stuck taking care of this kid alone for the rest of my life…unless….
Bravery means not hiding you’re baby bump when Dominique and Kimberly walk into the room. Bravery means telling your parents you’re pregnant in person. Bravery means telling the father of your baby that you’re still pregnant. Bravery means getting the abortion. Bravery means to use reason to do what’s right no matter how hard it may seem. I don’t think I’m that brave. I wish I were. I wish I could stand up in the Great Hall with a proud hand on my belly and yell “I’m pregnant and I am happy and I am keeping my baby!"
That icky feeling
You're parents are quite upset you know! I know you haven't seen your dad yet but he's completely livid and might I say I don't blame him! If it'd been Ginny in your place right now I would've thrown her out of the house the moment I found out! You're lucky Hermione is so understanding!
There is nothing like truth. Sometimes it is liberating. And sometimes it holds you down. It holds you down so tight you can hardly breathe
Those Peaceful Moments
All is calm.
It presses its hand against my uterus, she presses hers against my skin, they meet. With only a layer of muscle between them. Just a simple layer of skin stopping their hands from touching.
Is it inappropriate that I committed adultery with my dads' rivals' spawn and decided that I couldn’t kill the thing said adultery created, and am now going to be pushing out something the size of a watermelon out of little old me just to give it to a pair of overly-wealthy barren preps?
Do you think he would be offended if I asked him to marry me? I smile up at him with fantasies of him and me written in my eyes.
But just as we crossed the threshold to the Hospital Wing the muscles in my abdomen tighten, and the shooting pain dances across my waist all the way to my back. I can’t help it, the ferocity of this hurt makes me roar in pain and I have to lean against the door way to steady myself.
“You know Kim…I used to respect you for staying with Scorpius after everything.” She folds her arms over her breasts looking almost as if she’s holding back a cackle of laughter. “I really thought you were a decent human being. Guess I was wrong.”
“The day that Rose went into labor. I went to find James. I went to the boys’ dormitory...and they were there….” She looks at me her eyebrows furrowed low with sympathy and disgust, “together.”
He’s kissing me, and not like how he would kiss his mother. But rather like he did when we first met. With passion, and I am kissing back.
It’s as if the world is restored to its proper order. As if this is how it was meant to be, always meant to be. My lover, me, and our baby all one again.
That Fateful Day
We beam at each other, both thinking the same thing: 'This is it. Everything changes starting now'. He sighs and nods painfully and abruptly enfolds me in a hug unlike one we've ever shared before. It's desperate and warm and I cling to him with hope and desire and worry and all of my emotion and he clings back.
You could travel, you could have friends, and you could fall in love. You would live, just as we all do.
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