Chapter 4

HPOV

''Merlin Granger! How do you turn this thing off?'' Malfoy called. I rolled my eyes, and got up from the couch, where I was reading my book.

He was glaring at the toaster, as smoke rose from it.

''What are you doing?'' I asked, slowly.

''What does it look like I'm doing? I was hungry, so I decided if we had to live like muggles, I was going to be the best non-muggle-born wizard to do so!'' He said.

I tried not to smile, at least he was trying.

''Press the small white button on the side.'' I instructed.

He did so, and frowned as the toast popped up.

I had told him all this last night, when we found them. But obviously he hadn't listened.

The toast was completely burnt.

''What did I do?'' He scowled, at me. He looked like he expected me to start shouting at him.

''Nothing. That happens to me all the time,' I moved closer to the toaster and removed the burnt bread, 'if you want to try it again, just don't leave it as long.''

He grumbled something the sounded like, ''Not bloody hungry now...'

I had to keep reminding myself that, this was to him, what magic had been to me six years ago. Completely new.

''Well that's up to you. If you do decide to make some more, please don't burn the place down. I can't save all the books...'' I said, lightly.

His lips tugged into an unwilling smile.

''Trust you to think of the books first, Granger.''

I mock glared at him, and returned to my seat. I wasn't going to let him bother me.

The stress wasn't good for the baby. Or so I had heard.

I only knew what my mum had told me, growing up. Merlin knew how Malfoy and I would cope with one.

If someone had of told me, last year, that I was going to have a child with Draco Malfoy, I would have Jinxed them into oblivion.

Yet here we were.

I had already decided to try and I was determined to see it through.

I would try to be nice, and keep my temper in check. Maybe then we could at least stay on relatively 'good' terms.

We couldn't argue around the baby anyway, this would be good practice.

I tried to get back into my book, but it was impossible. Now I kept thinking about the project.

Harry and Ginny, were happy about it. They were planning on getting married after graduation, and Harry had always wanted a family.

Ron...well Ron hadn't said much about anything. Pansy didn't look happy at the best of times, but today at dinner, she had shot daggers at Ron. Then she would turn to Malfoy, and try to get his attention. He would brush her off, then she'd go back to glaring at Ron.

It had been quite entertaining to watch.

Neville and Luna, had been spending most of their time together. Both smiling, and talking about names.

I hadn't even thought about where 'our' baby would sleep yet!

'I had better make a list of what needed to be done...'

DPOV

I was going to be a father. And I couldn't even make toast.

I did not want this child, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try.

Granger would see that I wasn't a Pure-blood fanatic anymore.

She would stop treating me like I might explode at any second. This project would force me into positions I had never been in before. Like the whole 'live as a muggle', fine yeah I could do that.

It was only a year. It wasn't like I had to give up magic for good.

I would learn how to live like a muggle, and that means learning how to make toast! And Merlin be damned if I wouldn't learn!

'Just not now...' I thought, tiredly. I hadn't slept much the night before, to bust thinking about how my parents would react when they found out.

I walked over to where Granger was sitting, reading, and sat down on my couch. She wouldn't go anywhere near the green one.

She glance at me, curiously, but stayed silent.

''What?'' I asked, wearily. If she mentioned homework so help me-

''Nothing.'' She replied, hastily.

I frowned, ''Granger. Whatever it is, spit it out.''

Her gaze stayed focused on the page in front of her, but it was obvious she wasn't reading.

''Nothing, just this is the first time we have sat in the same room together, since coming here. I was simply waiting for the argument.'' She sounded, cautious.

I sighed, ''Well if your so worried about it, why don't we just not speak. Then we can't argue.'' I didn't like it when people just assumed, they knew me.

She knew nothing about me. She didn't want to.

''We will have to talk at some point.'' She pointed out.

''Not until Christmas.'' I growled. She was so annoying!

She laughed, I looked at her and tried to glare but it just wouldn't come. It was pretty funny.

Once we stopped laughing, a few minutes later, she put her book down and stood.

''I am going to for a bath. Try not to burn the place down, while I'm gone.''

I grimaced, ''Your not going to forget that are you?''

''Nope.'' She shut the door, and I heard the water start to run.

Her book lay there on the red velvet, a bookmark sticking out of the top.

On impulse, I reached over and flipped it over so I could see the name.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin.

Flipping open the cover, I read the first page. Then the next, and kept reading until I heard the bathroom door open. I stuffed the book down the side of the couch.

She came out, and walked over to the kitchen area. I grabbed the book, and quickly placed it back where she left it.

I was back in my seat, before she even turned around.

She was smiling again, ''So, ready for that toast yet?'' My stomach grumbled in response.

I smirked at her, and threw her words back at her, ''As long as you don't burn the place down.''

With her nose in the air, she got to work. The damned thing worked for her...

A/N: Now, I know TOAST is completely random, but this is vital to their 'friendship', it got them talking, without arguing. LOL. Anyway, Thanks for reading, please review! I love all my reviewers, you guys are amazing!

~Abbey