We Didn't Have a Choice

28 - What Even is Happiness

Draco led me up to his room and slid the window open.

"If you were unhappy with the marriage, you could've said so instead of trying to kill me," I said sarcastically.

"What makes you think I'm going to kill you?"

"We're like three stories up and the window is open."

He rolled his eyes and stepped out onto the roof which stuck out beneath.

"Come on."

"I'm pregnant."

"And I want to make my wife happy," he replied.

I sighed and grabbed his hand for support as I stepped onto the roof. He kept an arm around my waist as we walked onto a part of the roof that was flat.

"So cool," I said sarcastically. "Now can we go back? I don't want to have a baby on the roof."

"You're not due for a few more months," Draco said, taking out his wand. He flicked it and a picnic appeared out of nowhere.

"Okay, maybe we can stay a little longer," I said, my appetite getting the best of me.

We sat down on the blanket and Draco handed me a plate of food. We ate in silence for a while until Draco finally spoke. "I'm sorry for pulling you away from my father. I just can't stand him, and I'm afraid I'll turn out like him."

"What do you mean?"

Draco took my hand and fiddled with my rings. "I don't want to treat our child like he treated me when I was growing up."

"You won't. You're so sweet towards me and I know that'll carry over to when it comes to taking care of our baby," I reassured.

He laid down and rested his head in my lap. "But what if our child is forced to live the route that we did; working for the Dark Side."

I hadn't really thought of that in-depth yet. I knew our baby would grow up similar to how Draco and I did, but I never thought that it may have to be a Death Eater.

"We could run away," I said stupidly, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

Draco looked up at me. "We'll be dead within days," he said flatly.

"Yeah...but think about it. We can live in a house, far from here," I fantasized.

"By a beach," Draco added.

"Free from control," I said lazily.

"And we can make our own decisions."

"You, me, and our baby."

Draco shot up from my lap. "Let's do it!" he exclaimed, a huge grin on his face.

"They'll catch us."

"Not if we go far from here."

"We can't live on our own. We've depended on house elves to do everything for us. Not to mention we're about to be parents."

His face fell. "Maybe after the war is won, we can escape," he said hopefully.

"Of course," I said, although I wasn't really all that sure of our chances at freedom. Even if the war is won, we'll still live under Voldemort. If our side loses the war, Draco and I will likely spend a long time in Azkaban thanks to Voldemort.

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A few more weeks had passed since Dumbledore's death. Draco and I were doing better, but we were a bit stressed as my due date was getting closer and closer.