Mrs. Potter || D.M

Chapter 3

Draco

"Who the hell is Amelia!" Astoria yelled, stomping into the den with a letter. She shoved it into my hands, and I read it. And reread it.

You have to be bloody joking.

"Who the hell is Amelia!" Astoria repeated, louder somehow.

"I don't really know," I replied guiltily. "I honestly don't remember anything,"

"You... YOU CHEATED ON ME AND GOT SOMEBODY PREGNANT BUT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THEY ARE?!" She screamed. She was crying now, and I tried to embrace her. She pushed me away. "Get your filthy paws away from me!" She screamed.

"Astoria, I'm sorry!" I said.

"SORRY DOESN'T CHANGE THE BLOODY FACT THAT YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A CHILD WITH A COMPLETE STRANGER, MALFOY!"

  She waved her wand and all her things were packed. She grabbed the suitcase and said, "I hope the girl has a bloody miscarriage. Good fucking bye,"

  "Astoria-"

  There was a crack, and she was gone.

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  "You act like this is all my fault," I said. She slammed her box of things on the table.

  "It is your bloody fault, Malfoy!" Amelia yelled. "The poor girl. If you had just told Astoria, maybe you could still be together. But no, what she doesn't know won't kill her will it Malfoy? I feel so bad for her..."

  "She said that she hopes you have a miscarriage," I pointed out.

  "If Harry got another girl pregnant and didn't tell me, I'd say that, too. Out of anger of course, I wouldn't actually wish death upon an unborn baby," she said.

  "You're one to talk, Dawn. You never told Potter, did you?" I snapped.

  "I'm sorry, but every time I tried, I had to puke or someone was at the door, or he was running late for Auror training," she barked. "At least I tried,"

  She took a deep breath, then said, "I'll sleep on the couch, I guess?"

  I shook my head. "Guest bedroom,"

****

  Amelia

  After he showed me to a bedroom(which I would probably lose in a matter of hours), Draco left to go somewhere. Don't ask where, I didn't pay attention. I was just trying to keep my shit together.

  I deserved this.

  When he left, I sat down on the bed, grabbed a pillow, shoved my face into it, and screamed bloody murder. After getting that out of my system, I went searching for the kitchen.

  After about half an hour, I found it. I also found potato chips, which seemed odd, but I ate them anyways.

  How is this baby gonna live knowing its parents don't love each other?