You were a Malfoy, Draco's sister, and you were young, you were only 13 years old as you and your mother Narcissa was having a argument because you slept with a boy, Harry Po-tter.

"You can't have a boy in your bed."

Narcissa scold you as you huff.

"Why do you do it with dad then?"

You retort, not very smart of you.

"Because he's my husband and your father and I'm a grown up!"

Narcissa raise her voice.

"I'm pregnant!"

You lashed out, quickly gasping as you realize what you said.

"No you're not."

Narcissa said with a scoff but you let out a little strangle noise and Narcissa realize as you start to have tears in your eyes.