Draco's POV
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Over these past few weeks, I've noticed that everyone has stopped the bullying with Potter. What reason, you may ask?

Because they couldn't get a rise out of him anymore. Whenever they would throw punches or hexes, he'd get up and start walking away silently. Whenever someone gets in his face and starts talking shit, he doesn't say a word.

And it's not only that. He hasn't been talking at all. He doesn't talk to his little trio, he doesn't talk to bullies, he doesn't talk to anyone. He doesn't say a word unless he's spoken to by a teacher.

"Potter," I said, walking up to him in the hallway. He turned to me, holding his stomach. I looked down and let out a small, shocked laugh. "I see now, potty. You've got a kid on the way."

Potter stayed quiet and tried walking away. "Merlin, who would've thought you out of all people would get pregnant?"

"Malfoy, stop it. Please." He whispered.

"I mean, really." I said, shoving him up against the wall.

"Stop it Malfoy, you're going to hurt my baby." He whispered, hugging his stomach.

"How'd you get pregnant? Well I know how you got pregnant, but who would you let knock you up?" I snickered.

It looked like he was fighting back tears. "Please. I've never asked anything from you. Just let me go and please don't hurt me. Madame Pomfrey says if I keep getting hurt, I'll loose her," he begged quietly.

I ignored the question. "Potty, how do make pregnancies even work? Did the guy that fucked you-"

"Stop! Stop it!" He sobbed, shoving me away from him.

My eyes widened. That's the most he's done and said in like, a month. "Potter what the fuck?" I asked angrily.

"What did I ever do to you? What did I do to deserve all of this?" He whispered brokenly, then walked away.