𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

Chapter 10

Chapter Summary

Harry makes up his mind.

Draco sorely regretted ever saying yes to the farce of a blended family, as The Weasel called it.

When one has lived with someone for years, they have the advantage of knowing every single thing about them.

In that way, The Wife had the advantage.

When Draco returned from his tea, he was found by The Wife, as he was now calling her, as she sat in her impromptu throne, the same seat she had sat in imperiously during their Disastrous Soiree.

She smirked at him in an "I know something you dont know" kind of way, her smugness deep and annoying.

Well.

If that's what they were playing at.

Draco had absolutely no intention to be nice if The Wife wouldn't be.

"Hello, Draco!" She said, and Draco smiled, sneered more like it.

"You're looking ever so...round now. Can you even see your ankles? Or your penis? If you've got one, anyway?"

Oh, oh oh!

"Oh, Weasley! Didn't see you there as you blended in with the chair. And, my arent you looking ever so gaunt! One would even wonder if you're even pregnant!" Draco said drolly.

If the bitch wanted a fight, then he was glad to!

And Draco was a master wordsmith, known to give a proper lashing with his tongue.

He seemed to have hit a proper nerve, because her face grew quite grim. Draco smiled brightly.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm to meet my alpha now. Our babies get quite restless if he's not around them for some time. Its been a pleasure."

And with that, he swooped away, leaving the Weasel to gasp in utter shock behind him.

His glorious walk, however, not so glorious after he had to climb the staircaise of Grimmauld Place.

His back was smarting by the end of it, and he was huffing and puffing as he reached the room.

"Why did you put me on the upstairs? I almost died coming up them just now! And its not like I can apparate with the wards up!"

Draco huffed, and then quickly threw himself onto the bed where Harry was sat, deliciously, a book in hand and shirtless again-- did the man not own enough shirts?!?--his green eyes piercing and full of mirth.

"You asked for this room, if I recall. And its too late, I already set it up."

Draco huffed as Harry's hand came to rest on his belly, caressing gently.

The little monsters in his belly quieted down with the touch from their dad after being ridiculously active all day!

"Then you have no choice but to carry me up and down."

He huffed.

Harry laughed, shuffling over to press a soft kiss on his lips.

"Missed you." He mumbled in between kisses, and Draco flushed happily.

"Me too."

"So, how'd it go with Kingsley? I could have gone, you know."

Draco shrugged, sitting up and laying against Harry's chest.

He cuddled up as much as he could, half laying on Harry's body.

"I didnt go."

"What? What do you mean? I had to really press for that meeting!" Harry sounded angry, and Draco puffed out some air, his body starting to scent the new bed he was laying in.