Your legs carried you down the corridor faster than you thought possible, your breath coming in frantic bursts. Panic was etched into every step as you shouted into the empty halls, your voice echoing.

“Draco! Pineapples!”

The common room door flew open with a loud crash as you stumbled inside, clutching your side, your heart racing.

Lorenzo, who had been lounging in an armchair, raised a brow. “Pineapples?”

Draco shot Lorenzo a withering look before turning his attention back to you. He folded his arms across his chest, his sharp gray eyes assessing you with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “She gets cravings,” he offered smoothly, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Pomegranates! Grapefruits! Nectarines!” you yelled, each word more frantic than the last.

Mattheo let out a bark of laughter. “She’s ordering a fruit cocktail, clearly.”

Your mind spun, desperation rising as you struggled to focus. What was the word? Which bl00dy fruit was it?!

Your eyes widened, and you screamed the word that could shatter every ounce of calm in the room.

“PEACHES!”

Draco froze, his confident smirk vanishing in an instant. His posture straightened as realization dawned, and his expression shifted to something bordering on panic.

“Peaches?” Blaise asked from his spot by the window.

Draco’s eyes widened as he repeated the word under his breath, as though confirming it to himself. Then, louder, “Peaches! The baby! The baby is coming!”

He shot to his feet, his usual air of calm superiority now replaced by frantic energy. His hands fumbled for a moment as he adjusted his shirt, looking entirely unprepared for this sudden twist.

Mattheo, practically crying with laughter, leaned over the arm of the sofa. “Draco, completely out of his depth. Somebody write this down.”

“Shut up, Mattheo!” Draco snapped, spinning around to glare at him.

Blaise smirked. “This is officially the best night of my life.”

Lorenzo chuckled softly. “I didn’t think Draco would be the first to fall apart. Interesting development.”