Mrs. Potter || D.M

Chapter 4

Amelia

  I couldn't find my room anywhere, but seriously needed sleep. Damn, this manor is huge. At least the baby will be well nourished.

  I found my hand drifting to my belly. Obviously, there wasn't a bump, but it's like I could feel the baby in there. It was unsettling. I didn't plan on having children until after the wedding. Obviously, that isn't an option now.

"Boo," someone whispered, and I screamed a little, turning around and slapping them. Malfoy cupped his cheek and began laughing. I became cross, narrowing my eyebrows at him.

"You cockroach!" I yelled. "You scared the life out of me,"

"I hope not. Something's growing inside of you," he replied with a smirk.

"That something is your own flesh and blood. So shut up, duck," a/n: not a typo. She called him a duck.

He narrowed his eyebrows, still smirking and cupping his cheek. "I think you were placed in the wrong house. You seem like a Slytherin,"

"Trust me, I'm anything but," I growled, crossing my arms. "Now, I'm kinda lost. Please be a dear and help me find my room so I may get well deserved sleep,"

Note the sarcasm dripping from my lips.

He nodded. "Yup, you're a Slytherin. C'mon,"

I grunted and followed him. Malfoy then said, "You know, you and Potter didn't seem like a good couple anyways,"

"Shut up," I growled, my lips curling.

"You looked like siblings, not lovers. Honestly, everybody thought it would be Potter and Weaselette. They seemed crazy for each other in school—"

"If you don't shut up I will chop your balls off and glue them onto your cheeks,"

He made the 'my lips are sealed' motion, then began making wild gestures with his hands and muffled noises. I rolled my eyes. "You're even more annoying silent,"

  He unzipped his lips and grinned. "So if I don't shut up you'll chop off my balls and glue them to my cheeks, but you prefer me when I'm loud?"

  "Precisely," I nodded. Malfoy rolled his eyes, still smirking, and opened a door.

  "I believe this is your room, mi'lady," he joked. I sighed in relief, running to the bed and getting under the covers without second thought, laying on my side. I was about to close my eyes when the bed dipped beside me.

  "Malfoy," I growled, and he quickly hopped off the bed.

  "Like I said before, you're hot when you're angry,"

  "Didn't you just break up with your fiancée?"

  I could hear the fake cockiness in his voice when he said, "I live by one rule, and that rule is NEXT!"

  "Fuck off," I grunted. "I'm trying to sleep,"

  "But you're in my bed," I faintly heard him say, but I barely even cared because I was already falling asleep.

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  I woke up with an arm draped over my waist and somebody's faint snores in my ear. At first, I didn't care. I thought it was Harry. But then I remembered everything.

  And smacked Malfoy.

  "Whuh?" He groaned groggily.

  "Get your cockroach arms off of me," I yelled.

  "Okay, damn," he muttered, rolling onto his other side and pulling his arm from me. "Someone's robes are in a twist,"

  "I'm sorry, but unlike you, I don't move on so quickly," I barked. "Stop acting like you're my boyfriend. You're not,"

  He shifted so he was on his back. "Why not? I mean, we're already having a kid,"

  "Yes, but that was the biggest mistake of my life,"

  He smirked. "You asked me to have sex with you, y'know? Something about getting back at Potter,"

  I snapped my neck to look at him. "You said all you remember was me crying,"

  "Did I leave out that part? Sorry, love. Must've slipped my mind," he smirked in amusement. I gave him a cold glare.

  "Don't call me that," I said, standing and marching out of the room.

  "You're gonna get lost," Malfoy yelled.

  "I know," I called out over my shoulder. I needed to clear my head. And find the kitchen again. I'm starving, and so is little Nugget. I've decided I'm calling the baby Nugget from now on.

Forty minutes later, I found the kitchen. "So, Nugget," I said, opening a cupboard. "What for breakfast?"

"Nugget? Seriously?" A voice chuckled, and I jumped.

"Malfoy," I grunted, turning around. Then I smiled. "Nugget wants bacon,"

"Why doesn't Nugget make it himself?" Malfoy questioned. I put a hand on my belly.

"I dunno, because Nugget is barely a fetus yet. And how do you know Nugget's a he? I could give birth to an actual chicken nugget, you never know," I replied. "Now be a good father and make Nugget some bacon,"