Pairing(s): Alicia Spinnet/ Terence Higgs
Warning(s): Reproductive coercion, mention of underage (nothing in detail)
rarepair_shorts*, Prompt: Discreetly Indiscreet
fanfic50 prompt 46 (table 8). Deception
genprompt_bingo round 12. Prompt bingo card: An Ethical Dilemma.
mixandmatch100 prompt 14. Sabotage
Word count: 8x100
Summary: Terence knew that Alicia was not that kind of witch. It didn't mean that he was not that kind of wizard.
Author's notes: Unbetaed. *Will x-post to rarepair-shorts as soon as the wishlist event is over.
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“I don’t know how this could have happened. I-I’m so, so sorry.”
Terence hugged Alicia closer and kissed the top of her head as she began to sob harder than she had before. He knew how it had happened, of course, but chose to stay quiet. What was there to say anyway? His girl was up the duff, she was so far along, in fact, it would be hard to pretend that it was a honeymoon baby once he convinced her to marry him. The only thing he could do for now was to hold her and mumble nonsensical words as he pretended to be as shocked as she was.
“What am I gonna do?” Alicia cried against his chest, her shoulders shaking as the sobs racked through her body.
“We will figure it out,” he cooed, stroking her long dark hair.
Terence already had a plan, concocted long ago, long before he got her pregnant. A part of that plan was a flat in Diagon Alley ready for them to move in. He’d never started something on a whim before, and this little ‘situation’ of theirs was no exception. His only regret was not to take Alicia’s stubbornness into account; they could’ve settled this issue months ago.
Thank Merlin, other than a slight delay in his plans, her stubbornness hadn’t caused much trouble. As Terence eyed her dented school trunk and worn-out suitcase in the corner, he couldn’t help but smirk. As he’d expected, Mr and Mrs Spinnet had not been amused to learn that they were about to become grandparents in a few months. He knew that they’d hoped for Alicia to start her Healer training in France after the summer now that she’d finished Hogwarts, thus keeping them apart for another few years.
Those arseholes had never liked him, pushing Alicia to break up with him ever since they caught him in her bed three summers ago. Well, Terence was done pretending he respected those old sods and their ridiculous opinions. Alicia wasn’t going to leave Britain, not for a good while to come; he had made sure of it. She was his now.
“I’m keeping it,” Alicia whispered as she pulled away. When he didn’t respond, she rambled on. “I- I made the potion- Katie and Angie helped me… But I-I couldn’t go through with it. I tried…”
“I wouldn’t ask you to.” Honestly, Terence knew her better than she knew herself. He could have told her not to bother with the brew weeks ago; she didn’t have the heart to willingly step on an ant, let alone abort their baby. “I wouldn’t want you to. I mean, it’s my kid too.”
Alicia relaxed visibly and allowed him to hold her again, their hands entwined in her lap. “I thought you’d be angry with me,” she said after a long silence. “I thought that you’d never believe that I didn’t do it on purpose. I thought that you’d think I was trying to trap you…”
Terence smiled as he put his finger underneath her chin, gently forcing her to look up at him. Her big brown eyes, red-rimmed with dark circles underneath, were brimming with another fresh batch of tears. All it would take was one wrong word from his lips to break her.
His heart lurched inside his chest as he briefly got lost in those eyes. He loved his feisty Gryffindor with the too loud mouth on her. He had since his third year when she’d caught his attention as an ickle first year. Alicia had fallen flat on her face in the middle of the Great Hall right after getting sorted. The way she had jumped back onto her feet, dusted herself off, and walked to the Gryffindor table with her chin tartly high up in the air as if nothing had happened had been impressive and admirable. He had decided right then and there that she’d be his one day.
And after seven years of waiting, that day had finally arrived.
“Terry?” said Alicia in a small voice, pulling Terence from his musings.
The smile on his face grew wider as he focussed on her again. The tears in her eyes were brimming over as she trembled in his arms. He could practically see her drawing the wrong conclusions at his prolonged silence. Gods, he liked her feisty, but he loved to see her fragile and dependent on him even more.
“Trap me? That's ridiculous.” Terence chuckled and kissed her forehead before tightly embracing her. He nuzzled her hair to breathe in her scent he had missed since Easter and mumbled, “I know you’re not that kind of witch.”
Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t that kind of wizard. Silly girl for trusting him to use the contraceptive charm.