Obsessed

I knew it. I *knew* Malfoy was hiding something.

Finding out he was *pregnant* should have been the biggest revelation, but instead, it only made my obsession worse. It wasn’t just about his odd behavior anymore—it was about *who.* Who the hell had touched Malfoy? Who had made him look so—so *different* lately?

I needed answers.

So, I did what any rational person would do: I stalked him.

And it paid off.

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It happened one evening in the courtyard.

Malfoy was sitting on a stone bench under the dim glow of floating lanterns, his arms crossed, his face twisted in frustration. Pansy Parkinson sat beside him, leaning in, her voice a low whisper.

I had perfected the art of hiding by now, slipping into the shadows just close enough to hear.

“You have to tell him, Draco,” Pansy was saying, her voice oddly gentle.

Malfoy let out a bitter laugh. “And say what, exactly? ‘Oh, by the way, I’m carrying your child, congratulations’?” He shook his head. “Charlie doesn’t need to know.”

*Charlie?*

My stomach dropped.

Pansy sighed. “Draco—”

“No,” Malfoy snapped, rubbing his temple. “He’s in Romania. He has his dragons, his *life.* I was never supposed to—” He exhaled sharply. “It was one time. It doesn’t matter.”

One time.

One time with—

*Charlie.*

*Charlie Weasley.*

My Charlie.

No—wait. *Not* my Charlie. But still. *A Weasley.*

My hands clenched into fists.

Charlie. *Charlie* was the one who had been with Malfoy. The one who had *touched* him. The one who—

Something ugly twisted in my chest.

I should have left. I should have stopped listening. But I couldn’t move.

Pansy’s voice softened. “You care about him.”

Malfoy scoffed. “What does it matter? It’s not like he ever—” He cut himself off, jaw tight. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll handle it myself.”

Something in his voice—something *vulnerable*—made my breath hitch.

Pansy sighed again but didn’t argue.

The conversation ended soon after, but I barely noticed. My heart was pounding, my mind racing.

Draco Malfoy was pregnant.

And Charlie Weasley was the father.

I felt like I was going to be sick.