Mrs. Potter || D.M

Chapter 1

Amelia

  When Malfoy and Astoria finished their make out session and Astoria left, I was fully clothed and disgusted.

  "How can you just cheat on her and then kiss her like nothing happened?" I snapped angrily. "You should tell her. Explain it was an accident,"

  He shrugged. "What she doesn't know won't kill her,"

  "What she doesn't know can kill you, Malfoy,"

  He shook his head. "The only thing that'll kill me is Potter. If..."

  "If?"

  "...he finds out what we did," he said. "And, not only would he kill me... your wedding would fly off on his Nimbus 2000,"

  I was about to retort something back, but felt last night's supper -whatever it was- creeping up my throat.

  I bolted for a toilet and spilled out my insides. Malfoy attempted to hold back my hair, but I swat his hands away. When I finished, I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and grabbed my wand, apparating outta there without a word.

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  I walked into the flat and gave Harry a weak smile. He seemed surprised to see me. "What is it?" I asked.

  "I just didn't think you'd be home this soon, after what happened last night," he said.

  I looked at him with a confused expression. "What happened? I haven't been able to remember anything at all,"

  He opened his mouth to say something, before I said, "Hold that thought," before running to the toilet, for the second time today.

  Harry came in and held back my hair, a rather similar motion to what Malfoy had tried to do, before I hit his hands.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned. I wiped my mouth.

"Just... hungover, I guess," I shrugged. I turned around. "Harry-"

Knock knock.

  Harry went to get the door, and I splashed water in my face. I could tell him later, I guess.

  I came out and Ginny was standing in the doorframe. She saw me and smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Hey, Amelia,"

  "Hi, Ginny," I replied. "Sorry, I'm really tired. I think I might go rest for a bit,"

  She nodded and I went upstairs. I looked at my engagement ring and frowned slightly. I don't deserve to wear this, not after last night.

  I lay down, and after fifteen minutes I ran to the toilet for the third time today.