Mrs. Potter || D.M

Chapter 6

Draco

"Is it really that surprising, Dawn? I have a TV. Get over it,"

"But, I don't understand! You always had a distaste for anything Muggle, why change that now?"

"Can I not change my opinion?"

"Well, you can, but I figured after twenty years you wouldn't,"

I rolled my eyes at her. "It hasn't been twenty years, Dawn. Do you think one-year-old Malfoy was scowling at mudbloods?"

"First of all, bad word. There is a child present," she gestured to her stomach and continued. "Second of all, I wouldn't be surprised if a scowl has been permanently pressed onto your face. Even as a one-year-old,"

  I groaned. "Can we just— what the hell is this?"

  She squealed. "Sherlock,"

  I raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes. "Only the best thing ever created! It's—"

  "You say that about everything," I pointed out.

  "Yes, and I am very much correct every single time," she grinned in triumph, before turning to the show.

****

Amelia

I was walking around a muggle store I didn't recognize in hopes of not running into anybody apart of the Golden Trio, but my luck ran out and I found myself bumping into Hermione. I expected her to either ignore me or get angry with me, but she smiled. "Hey! How's the pregnancy?"

"Uh, good," I replied, shocked. She wasn't mad.

"There's," she looked around nervously. "There's something you need to know. Meet at the Three Broomsticks in an hour,"

Then, she strolled off as if nothing happened.

****

I sat alone in the Three Broomsticks when Hermione sat in the seat across from me so fast she almost fell. She gripped the table and laughed nervously.

"The..." She paused. "The reason Harry didn't show up that night was because I didn't let him. He told me and Ron everything that happened the night you became pregnant," she bit her bottom lip. "And... I understand why you did it,"

"I don't," I replied. Her eyes widened and she nodded.

"He... God, I'm still angry at them for this," she sighed. "He was cheating on you with Ginny. You walked in on them after a girls' night, completely drunk. He tried to apologize but you left," she sighed again. "The next morning, when you went to sleep and Ginny showed up, he wouldn't even look at her because he felt so guilty. He deserved to,"

She looked at me worriedly. "I'm so sorry, Ames,"

I shook my head. "It's fine, 'Mione. I'm fine,"

My vision blacked again and I almost fell out of my chair.