Troublesome

Oops, the last chapter was supposed to be chapter 13 but I put it as chapter 14. Oh well now I have two chapter 14's! Hurray! This chapter is dedicated to my sister who gave birth on Friday night to my beautiful niece, Genelle Arianna.


Lucille Ziff was having a hard time with the blond witch sitting in the Headmaster’s office. Lucille never had children of her own, she wasn’t able, but she got along with them well enough until they passed a certain age. She hated dealing with teenagers, especially with one that was pregnant and was going through a very rough time. Lucy sympathized, she really did, but with out the girl’s cooperation, she didn’t really have a case.

“Evelyn, please talk to me. I’m only trying to help you,” Lucy sighed, frustrated. The girl’s mouth remained clamped shut as she stared at something else. Severus was standing near by, watching under furrowed brows. “Will you please consent to answering a few questions? That’s all I’m asking. Just a few simple yes’ or no’s.”

Lucy frowned deeply at the girl’s noncompliance. It was not Severus she wanted to nail, if that’s what Evelyn was thinking. It was the other man, Parkinson that Lucy was after. Lucy only had to ask about her marriage and relationship with Severus because she had to. It was just a formality. Lucy couldn’t prosecute Severus as he hadn’t done anything actually wrong. He’d toed a very thin line, yes, but that was different than actually breaking a law. All she needed was the girl’s testimony and Severus was off scot free.

“Evelyn I cannot teach until you answer the questions. Madam Ziff cannot conclude the investigation with out your statement. Is this what you want? I can’t make money for the child and with out my income you have nothing.”

Evelyn looked sharply at the professor, apparently angry that he’d spoken. But then she looked down at the ground, defeated. Lucy thought perhaps the girl was a bit intimidated by her husband, so she quietly suggested that Severus leave. Severus did so, but with reluctance. After he was gone, Lucy turned back to Evelyn. Lucy sat at the Headmaster’s desk, a quill and a piece of parchment in hand, ready to take notes.

“All I need is a simple yes or no. After I’ve finished the interview, I need you to sign an affidavit as this is an official statement. By signing you’re consenting that you’ve told the truth and that you’re really you and not some one posing to be you. Simple enough.” After Lucy was done with the formalities, she softened her expression, hoping to butter the girl up enough to answer her questions fitfully. Evelyn nodded that she understood. “Did Severus Snape force you into a marriage?”

“No, he did not. If he had forced me, I would have gone home with my parents.”

“Were you under the influence any sort of mind altering charm or potion that prevented you from thinking for yourself when you signed the documents?”

Evelyn shook her head and issued a verbal statement. “No, I was not.”

“You’re doing very well, Evelyn. “ Lucy smiled at her over the rims of her glasses. Evelyn shifted but said nothing. “Were you seventeen years of age when you consented to having a sexual relationship with Severus Snape?”

Evelyn hesitated and her voice cracked slightly as she answered. “Yes, I was.”

“Did you consent to having a sexual relationship with Severus Snape?”

“Beg pardon?”

Evelyn’s expression suddenly became frantic and she fidgeted openly. She crossed and uncrossed her legs and smoothed her pleated skirt upon her knees. Lucy sensed that something was wrong and leaned in towards to girl and said, “Did he force you?”

“No, it was nothing like that, at least I don’t think.”

“You don’t think?” This was highly suspicious to Lucy. She’d known Severus for a long time and knew he had a way of making people do things with out using visible force.

“I don’t remember alright?” Evelyn snapped and folded her arms haughtily across her chest. “He used a memory charm on me because apparently we’d been caught. He thought it was fail proof, erasing my memory along with the other person’s memory. What he didn’t count on was the unpleasant surprise of knocking me up in the process.”

Lucy scribbled down all this information. The worst was over for now. She had nothing to pin Severus with as the girl was of age and it was not forced. She was relieved actually. Now to get down to the other significant problem. Lucy just hoped that Evelyn was a bit less vicarious than the youngest Parkinson was. Some how Lucy knew that Evelyn would be worse as when she even attempted to mention Ulric Parkinson, the blonde’s face flushed evenly and her dark eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“I refuse to press charges against him and you’d do well to leave him alone.”

“We have sufficient evidence that you were underage when you had an affair with him. This is out of your hands, Evelyn.”

Evelyn stood abruptly, and for a brief moment Lucy spotted the pregnant stomach as Evelyn’s shirt was raised a bit. She was a lot further along than Lucy had originally thought. So young, Lucy thought, so passionate. It was a crying shame that this girl’s future had been decided for her before she got the chance to decide for herself. She would have gone far.

“I’m of age now and since he didn’t get caught while I was underage there’s no use in reopening old wounds!”

Lucy needed to stabilize Evelyn’s temper and fast. She calmly instructed that Evelyn sit down. “We just don’t want him victimizing some one else.”

“Victimizing?” Evelyn shrieked. “He did not victimize me!”

“Yes he did, Evelyn. If he knowingly and willingly entered himself in an affair with an underage witch he victimized her. By law any one under the age of seventeen does not have the mental capacity or emotional maturity to make decisions with out parental consent.”

“That’s bullshit! Complete and utter bullshit!”

Lucy closed her eyes slowly. She’d had the same conversation with Pansy and Pansy had reacted in much the same way. Pansy had wanted to murder Lucy when it was all over and done with. The Parkinson girl was a right nasty piece of work and Lucy almost didn’t care whether or not her father was a potential danger.

“Evelyn, what he did to you was wrong. I know you still feel some sort of connection towards him but you have to get past that. With your testimony we could send him to Azkaban no problem. If we put him away, that’s one less pervert we have to worry about and that’s one less girl that has been victimized.”

Evelyn pursed her lips together. Her vow of silence clearly spoke. It said, “Absolutely not.” Lucille sighed and dismissed the girl. She should have known it wouldn’t have been that easy. She politely notified the Headmaster who was having tea in the Grounds Keeper’s cabin through the Floo Network that she was through with his office for the day and then retreated to her own, not any closer to summing up the investigation than when she had started. At least she’d cleared Severus’ name before it got too out of hand.

**

Evelyn observed all the girls who were flouncing around frantically, readying themselves for the Yule Ball which would begin in an hour. Evelyn wasn’t going. No one had asked her, not that she’d expected anyone to. No, she was feeling rather tired and cranky and just wanted to rest her feet. She’d enjoy the peace for once.

As the minutes passed, Evelyn watched all the other girls leave one by one with their dates. She’d hand it to them, they’d gone to a lot of effort to look presentable, and most of them looked down right glamorous. She had especially watched Pansy Parkinson leave with Draco Malfoy, dressed in pink. It was rather fitting. By default, Pansy was not exactly attractive but on that night, Evelyn noticed a new glow about her. She was going to the Yule Ball with the most attractive male in her year and looked regal almost. And yes, Draco did look proud to be taking her out. They were a perfect match; two purebloods from two respectable families. The two passed Evelyn on their way out, Pansy holding up her nose and pretending Evelyn did not exist. Draco looked back at her with a knowing wink. Tonight was the night he’d get lucky. Evelyn wished him the best of luck.

The common room was unusually quiet as everyone who too young or did not get invited to the Yule Ball had gone home for the Holidays. Evelyn could have taken the time to do her homework but she was hell bent on relaxing but she felt oddly jittery. She tried reading a nice romance novel but couldn’t get passed the first paragraph. She tried taking a nap but she felt too sober to do so. Once she closed her eyes, her burdens just seem to flood her. For once, she wanted to forget about everything that had gone horribly wrong in her life. Was that asking too much? She decided a walk around the grounds would help clear her mind. She thought about even popping into the ball and taking a gander at the Weird Sisters in their first time ever live performance at Hogwarts. Who knew, she might even spot Professor Snape and he might ask for a dance though that was highly illogical.

Evelyn found a cloak stashed in her trunk and threw it around her shoulders. She knew that if her husband spotted her with out one he’d throw a fit. It amused her and annoyed her how protective he was of her. Sometimes it was just easier to forget that she was pregnant and that her life was pretty much ruined.

The grounds were really beautiful at this time of night and Evelyn found herself wandering them for nearly two hours. She drifted to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and stood with her back to it, taking in the distant view of the castle. On that night it seemed particularly magical as everything seemed to glitter, though that might have been the pixies in the bushes that she was seeing. A bitterly cold wind swept through the area sending chills down her spine. She decided it was best to probably see her way back to the castle.

The corridors were virtually empty though the ball was still going on. There were a few stragglers. There were a few couples kissing and groping each other in the corridors but other than that there was nothing fairly exciting going on so Evelyn thought it would be best to make her way back to the common room.

“Evelyn!”

She turned around abruptly and found Draco Malfoy, looking a bit frazzled, running towards her. When he finally caught up to her, he gave her a large smile.

“What are you doing out here? I didn’t think you were coming.”

Evelyn shrugged, “I didn’t. I just wanted to peek in and watch the Weird Sister’s for a bit but never got around to it.”

“Oh well. They weren’t that great. All of them looked half hung over anyway. I’ve seen them perform live before so it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Where’s Pansy?”

“We got into an argument. She decided to partner up with Zabini and I didn’t see any reason to stick around anymore. You want to have a night cap?”

Evelyn bit her lip and smiled. “I’d love to, but I can’t.” She pointed to her stomach, which she hadn’t even bothered cloaking. Draco, who had seen her pregnant belly before didn’t glance down but nodded. “Tea for you then? I need to get away from all the drama.”

Evelyn didn’t see the harm in it. He’d just gotten dumped by his girlfriend, and she did rather think of Draco Malfoy as a friend, after all he did help her out.

“Alright. The common room?”

Draco shook his head furiously.

“No, if Pansy comes back and sees us together, she won’t take it nicely. She already doesn’t like you and she’s already angry at me. I’ve got another place in mind.”

He took her hand in his and led her through the castle, all though she wasn’t really paying attention to where he was taking her. All she could think about was his hand in hers and how nice it felt. The room he brought her to was extremely cozy looking. It was like a room in a tavern or an inn. There was a fire roaring in a rather large fire place, and a small bed covered in a quilt lay in a corner. There was also a couch, a coffee table, and a small cabinet which Evelyn suspected she could find several bottles of liquor lying within it. Draco removed his cloak and he removed hers as well, tossing them on the bed. Evelyn sat heavily on the couch, her feet were killing her.

“What is this place, Draco?”

“The Room of Requirement, but that’s all I’m saying. My father told me about it. I like to come here when I need time to think.” He opened the cabinet, and withdrew a bottle of Ogden’s along with a glass. He poured himself a drink and downed it quickly before he filled it a second time and sat beside Evelyn.

“We need a teapot,” Evelyn said, flatly, feeling a bit left out because she wanted nothing more than to drink along with him. Just as she said that, a kettle appeared in the fireplace where it was already beginning to boil. A mug, with tea leaves already in it, appeared on the coffee table in front of her. Evelyn was too tired to be moved by this. When the kettle began whistling on the fire, Draco pulled out his wand and levitated it to the coffee table and Evelyn watched on as he poured the water in the tea cup.

“A rich boy who knows how to make tea, I’m impressed, Malfoy.”

“It’s not exactly advanced magic,” he said with a shrug. He looked just as worn out as she felt. His normally slicked back hair was falling into his face and he was wearing a very pronounced frown.

“Want to talk about it?” Evelyn said as she took a gulp of tea.

“No,” he said. “I don’t. I didn’t even want to take her in the first place but she sort of bullied me into it. I wanted to take some one else.”

Evelyn was surprised. She’d rather got the impression that Draco rather adored Pansy. They really were the perfect couple, so Evelyn thought. She wanted to ask who, but the way he was gazing at her made her change her mind. She didn’t want to know but then again, she already knew. Draco leaned in slowly and placed a small kiss on her lips. Evelyn quickly withdrew and threw her self as far away as possible from him. “Draco,” she said. “Stop.” Draco looked confused for a minute, but then hurt. He was scaring her, he wasn’t acting like himself.

“You don’t understand. I’ve wanted you since I saw you and Professor Snape together.”

Evelyn’s heart began thumping in her chest. “You remember? I thought he erased your memory.”

“He did, but I also knew that some one did. I wanted to know why so I spent some time trying to get them back. And eventually I worked it out. I followed you around and I figured out that you were pregnant and I knew it was Snape’s. I wanted you so bad but I didn’t know how to get you…”

Evelyn was almost jealous. She was never able to recover those memories. The only memories she had was those from the Pensieve. It made her angry, though she wasn’t sure who she was angry at. She was angry at Snape, she decided, the most. She was angry that he’d ruined her life and she knew it was unjust but she was going crazy. Her life wasn’t hers anymore.

“You’re alright, Draco, but I can’t be with you, not like that. The Professor threw a fit when I asked him if he’d endorse that bank note and cash it for me. I’m married to him now and you’ve got Pansy. She’s mad at you now, but she’ll come around. She’s head over heels for you.”

“I don’t care,” Draco snapped. “I get what I want and what I want is you.”

“Draco you’re only fourteen.”

“That’s it then is it? You don’t want to be with me because I’m younger than you?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?”

Draco looked determined. It almost frightened Evelyn a bit, the way his eyes flashed and the way he drew himself up to his full height. She liked him, she really did, and he’d helped her out. But it was wrong, and she knew it. “Just give me a chance, Evelyn. That’s all I want,” he said. He took a tentative step towards her, his arm held out. Evelyn was paralyzed. She didn’t move when he touched her cheek. She began shaking furiously when he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her face with in centimeters with in his own. “You won’t be pregnant forever,” he muttered as he brought his lips to hers. He pressed them lightly into her lips and Evelyn was gone. Her mind cleared instantly. She’d never felt so free or so wanted. No one, not even Ulric, had ever wanted her. Everyone else had their reserves, but the Malfoy boy didn’t care. And she didn’t either.

Their kissing grew more intense and Evelyn tried to push him towards the bed, but his feet remained planted to the floor. Evelyn drew away, confused. Most guys would be ready and rearing to hop into bed with her.

“No, Evelyn. You deserve more than that. Not tonight.”

“That never stopped you before.” Memories of her sucking him off came back to both of them, causing both of them discomfort.

“I know, but I want next time to be perfect.”

Evelyn nodded her head, a bit relieved. The two did eventually make it into the bed, but nothing more than kissing and petting went on between the two. Draco had always been fascinated by her chest and she’d never let him touch her breast before that night. Draco had handled them carefully and kissed them lovingly. No one had ever made her feel like that before. No one had ever been so tender towards her before. She went to sleep that night, feeling warm and most of all loved.

**
Evelyn woke up abruptly, rubbing her eyes furiously, trying to remember where she was.

The fire place, yes, the fire place. And Draco Malfoy… The night’s events came flooding back to her but she noticed that Draco was not there any more and even more so that she’d wet the bed. That couldn’t be right. She’d only had one sip of tea that night and the puddle beneath her was much too large to be just a sip. She tried to roll out of the bed but was hit with a horrible sharp pain directed in her lower abdomen. She cried out, the pain was so intense. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. She shouldn’t move. Oh lord, what was happening? She sat still for a few moments, and the pain went away. Her breath was ragged. Then the pain started up again and she began crying. She was going to give birth and she didn’t know what to do.

“N-Nita!” Evelyn cried out, desperately focusing on the house elf, hoping her mother hadn’t taken her when she’d left last week. Evelyn would have been extremely happy when the house elf appeared with a crack, but the pain was too extreme to feel much of anything else at that moment. “Nita, go get Professor Snape! Please!”

“Oh dear!” The elf’s eyes grew wide when she took in the scene. “Little miss is about to give birth!”

“Y-yes, j-just please! I need Professor Snape!”

The house elf disappeared. Evelyn thought she’d have more warning than this. She’d read all about the birthing process and she was sure she’d have more time. This was too sudden. She sobbed hysterically, wishing she had her mother. After what seemed to be an eternity, Nita reappeared, clutching a white Professor Snape. He rushed towards her and began examining her.

“Spread your legs, Evelyn,” he commanded. Evelyn shook her head furiously, infuriated at his tone. She was about to give birth and all he could do was bark orders at her.

“Perhaps Little Miss should do what Professor Snape says,” said the house elf, who was pressing a cool wash cloth to Evelyn’s forehead.

“No!” Evelyn screamed as another wave of pain hit her. “He did this to me and I don’t want anything to do with him!”

“Stop being so irrational, Evelyn!” The Professor forcibly spread her legs and Evelyn cried out, helpless to fight him. The Professor addressed the elf. “Nita, I need you to go get my mother, Eileen Snape.”

“No! Nita! Don’t go!”

The poor little elf seemed confused. She looked between the two, at her Mistresses’ daughter and then back again at the Little Miss’s husband. She decided that the husband was the one to fear and figured it was best to do as he said. Nita turned back to Evelyn who was crying out for her not to leave. Nita was torn. It pained her to see Little Miss in such a state of distress.

“Nita will be back, Little Miss. Nita would never leave her Little Miss for very long,” Nita said and patted Evelyn’s hand softly before disappearing. Now Evelyn was left with just the Professor. He was examining her, pressing fingers into her, making her uncomfortable. He looked back up at her.

“We’ve got a little bit of time, Evelyn. Just relax the best you can.”

“I can’t,” Evelyn sobbed. “It’s horrible! I just want the stupid thing out of me! Now!”

Severus slid into the bed next to her and Evelyn grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly as another contraction swept through her. She cried out and placed her face into his chest and cried out. He began smoothing her hair, in an attempt to comfort her. All they could do now was wait.

I know Draco seems a bit OOC but, I can assure you, he's still the same Draco.