Mrs. Potter || D.M

Chapter 2

Amelia

  About a week later, me and Harry went out with Ron and 'Mione for lunch. We were heading back to their place when I had to puke once again.

  I decided to do it in the nearest bush, feeling bad for the bush. When I came back, the Golden Trio looked at me with worried eyes.

"You boys, head home. Amelia, we're going to a Healer," Hermione said.

"We really don't have to-" I began to protest, but 'Mione grabbed my wrist and apparated us to a Healer.

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Regret and guilt stirred in my stomach as me and 'Mione walked in the flat. Hermione was grinning madly, and I tried to be as enthusiastic. Hoping maybe Harry wouldn't realize what I had done.

The boys were sitting on a couch, deep in conversation. Hermione chimed in, "Guess what? Amelia's pregnant!" Then, she looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, I meant for you to tell them,"

"Who's the father?" Ron snapped accusingly, angry.

"Harry, of course!" Hermione chirped, completely oblivious to the fact that Ron thought otherwise.

"Really?" Ron hissed. "Cuz Harry just told me that a few nights ago, you guys argued about not doing IT before,"

My jaw dropped. Is that what happened that night?

'Mione looked at me expectantly. I sighed, "An entire night has been wiped from my memory, so I don't... I don't exactly know who the father is. Or about this argument you claim happened,"

"Do you sleep around that much?" Ron snapped in almost a yell. Ouch, that one hurt. Thanks, Ron.

"Ronald!" Hermione hissed. "No matter what may have happened that night, she didn't deserve the garbage you just gave her!"

Ron opened his mouth to say something else, but I said quietly, "I'll leave before you make yourself look like even more of a bastard, Ronald,"

I refused to look at Harry, not wanting to see his reaction. Instead, I looked at my palms and said, "Harry, you know what happened that night. You'll know whether or not I..." I trailed off. "If you aren't home by 5:30, I'll just pack my things and go,"

I walked out, but could still hear Ron and Hermione arguing.

"She got pregnant with another bloody man! Why are you defending her?"

"Because nobody deserves to be treated the way you just treated her, Ronald!"

A tear slipped down my cheek. I just lost Harry.

And I had a pretty good idea who the father of the baby is.

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Malfoy,

I'll be honest, I was hoping we could never cross paths again. But, it seems as though the odds are not in my favour, because Harry knows what we did and he's probably going to kick me out.

I need to know everything you remember from that night, and I think we should stay in contact. In case you're wondering why I want to talk to such a git, I don't. It's just I am pregnant and the baby is probably yours. Have fun explaining that to Astoria.

~Amelia.

I sent the owl off and figured I should start packing my things. I doubt Harry would want me if he knew the baby wasn't his, or even thought it wasn't. We could've done something that night, but of course, I don't remember a thing. Peachy.

I didn't bother to use magic to pack, and I got a reply from Malfoy when I had finished packing.

Thanks for doing the job for me, Dawn. Astoria found the owl before I did. And for that night, all I remember is you were crying over something. I don't really remember what.

Oh, and you're staying at my flat if Potter kicks you out.

D.M.

I could tell that was very heartfelt.

If you didn't notice the sarcasm then... I don't even know anymore.

I looked at the clock. It's was 5:30. Harry wasn't home. I sighed and tried -and failed- to keep the tears from coming as I slipped the engagement ring off my finger and onto the island counter.

So much for being Mrs. Potter, then.