Chapter Ten: Things Get Complicated

Part One: September 6, 2028

I woke up like I always did when I stayed in James' bed. His back was to my back and I cuddled one of the many pillows in front of me. I looked up at the clock. It was too early to go pick Micah up from my godfather's house and I wasn't quite ready to leave. James had been nice to me, but so had his family with the exception of Albus. I liked being around them just to remember what it was like in my family before I found out my mother was sick.

Thinking about my mother always made me upset. I quietly climbed out of the bed even though I had learned that James slept like a bloody rock. I still didn't want to ruin his hospitality. Normally I would go up to Lily's bathroom to avoid Albus, but because it was so early, I just went to the boys' shared loo.

Inside I let myself cry for a moment. I really had been scared when my mother had been in the hospital, but I didn't let that show. My family needed me. When the crying jag was over, I bent over the sink and splashed a bit of cold water on my face. It was then that the door opened and I stood in a barely there nightdress in front of Albus.

"Is that what you wear to bed with my brother?" He asked angrily as he stared at the blue silk. The back had straps that crisscrossed and the hemline that normally reached my knees was at my thighs because of how I was over the sink.

I looked at him like it was really none of his business, but answered, "Yes." I tried to understand what he was thinking by staring at those green eyes that he shared with his father. They seemed to ice over almost instantly after hearing my answer.

"Why?" His voice came out really rough. I'm not sure what he was trying to accomplish, but he seemed extremely upset about something.

"Because this is what I sleep in Albus," I said to him before taking the hand towel and drying my face. I was glad to know that it didn't look like I was crying, but that was the last thought I got to before suddenly the youngest Potter son whipped me to face him and moved his lips against mine. What was going on here? Albus was kissing me like he wanted nothing more desperately in this world.

I would have continued my thoughts, but he was an excellent kisser. Being a foot shorter than him he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He moved his kisses down my jaw and to my neck. I whimpered in delight. I should really be thinking about this step I was taking with him, but I could only focus on his impatient kissing and touching.

His mouth reached my collarbone and one of his hands slid up the back of my pajamas. "Albus," I said meaning to make him stop, but he took it as encouragement. As he kissed back up my neck, I snaked my hands up his shirt and was pleasantly surprised to feel taut abs. They were almost distracting enough to forget what I had put my hands up here to do in the first place. I lightly pushed him back. He looked up at me and I spoke to him before his usual cutting words started. "Don't. Don't get angry. I'm not stopping you because I don't want it. I just need to understand. You hate me," I said to him as he sat me down on the counter space next to the sink.

"I know," he started to say, his breath ragged, "Except, I don't think I actually hate you. I've been in agony watching you with James. I didn't even realize it until last night. He winked at me as you two were leaving and knew that he was going to touch you. I hated that thought. I hated it." I stared at him bewildered. His green eyes that had iced over previously were now a deep green. He wasn't lying. Albus wanted to touch me. But, did I want to touch him? My hands were still spread across his chest. Yes, I did.

I thought about Iris' words and said to him with a slight grin, "We're a little late, aren't we?" He smirked back the way only a Slytherin could and I realized we were bound to get to this spot from the beginning. His arms lifted me up, opened up the loo door, and we ran smack into James.

The older Potter smiled wide, "Oh don't mind me. Carry on what you're doing." I looked up at him questioningly. "Hey, I worked hard for you two to get here. Keep going. I'll make sure Mum and Dad aren't aware."

Albus nodded at his brother and continued to carry me into his bedroom, but not before James commented, "Cam, I'll be talking to you later." I knew he'd want me to rush and tell Albus about Micah now that it appeared we were…together.

Once inside his bedroom, Albus set me down on his bed. It was a king-size like James' was, but it was decorated in black and silver. "This is a vastly different room from James' reds, whites, and golds," I said to him. He was fiddling at the edge of the bed watching me.

"Don't talk about him," he said as he climbed above me, "I'm still trying to get over the fact that you slept in his bed in that." There was a gesture to my nightdress before he ran a hand over the fabric. There were literal chills across my skin as he did it. I wondered if this is what it felt like when we conceived Micah. If it was, then I have no idea why I hadn't been sleeping with him all along. Oh wait I did, we hated each other until about five minutes ago. Well, we could still hate each other… who knew? Then his hands cupped my curves over the silk and I arched up to him. This was a nice hate if we did still hate each other.

Albus had stopped touching me to look down at me, "What are you thinking Princess? You have a look on your face that tells me something is on your mind." Normally, I hated when he called me that name, but the way he purred it now it made me want him.

I pulled his face down to mine and ignored his question by meeting our mouths again. My hands went up his shirt again as I tasted him. Were these abs always here? I grazed my nails down them and he groaned wantonly. His voice was like the last push I needed to dive into what we were doing. I pulled his shirt over his head and went for it.

He took my de-clothing as permission and reached out and energetically pulled my nightie over my head. His eyes widened and grinned at me. He lowered his lips and caressed my neck with them. He sighed into my ear as our bare skin touched. He easily positioned himself on me waiting to make sure I wanted him as much as he wanted me in this moment. His hand slid along the skin he had bared, across my stomach, catching his thumb in the elastic of my pants.

I pulled him down to me by his neck. And, both of us removed the rest of our clothing. When we were both naked, he got on top of me again and slid his tongue into my mouth. I hastily wrapped my legs around him and he slowly slid inside me. My fingers twisted in his hair. I bit my lip and almost cried out as he thrust into me again. After a few rapid uncomfortable movements, we were both rocking in a steady motion.

He was enthusiastically nibbling my neck and breasts, occasionally commenting now and then about how I felt around him. I grinned in delight against his forehead as he moaned against my chest. His rocking movements were becoming faster and more urgent and when I moaned in pure bliss, he was fulfilled. He kissed me through his own moment with a shudder.

I looked over at him and almost had a panic attack. "Albus, I… I wasn't protected," I said to him in a small voice. I can't believe I've done this with him twice without thinking!

"I took care of it while you were commenting on the different decors in the two Potter bedrooms you have been in," he told me softly as he pulled me naked against him. I let go of the breath I was holding. How daft would I have been to make the same mistake with the same man twice?

Part Two: July 10, 2027

I have been so sick for the last three days. There has been nothing but bathroom trips for me. My father was so worried for me at the office that he sent me to our private Healer.

"So what's the matter today Ms. Malfoy?" Healer Pucey asked me.

I held my queasy body and answered, "I've just been very ill. I think my stomach is rebelling." I watched as he nodded and went to doing charms with his wand. He kept quiet as he did all this and I sat there waiting for some information.

"Well so far, you seem healthy. Everything is in order. Has anything changed in your routine lately? Eat anything different?"

"No, not at all," I answered him and just couldn't understand what was wrong with me.

The Healer looked at me sternly then, and asked, "Cam, could you be pregnant?"

I started to shake my head because I really thought I hadn't been physical for a year, but then I remember Scorp's birthday. Oh Merlin! "Um, actually, I think could be…" I said with a bit of tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes. Was I pregnant with the most-hated person in my life's child?

"Well, let me check and we'll take it from there," he said with a reassuring pat on my shoulder. I nodded. I knew he was trying to be calm for my sake. Healer Adrian Pucey had been at Hogwarts with my dad in Slytherin, and they were still good enough friends now for him to be who my dad trusted with the health of his family. He did more wand work and tried to look comforting for my sake, but I knew what he was going to say before it was even said. "It was positive."

I left the Healer in a haze. He gave me a potion to take daily for essential nutrients, but all I could think about was what I was going to do with a baby? Albus couldn't know. We would just have a row that would end all rows. He would probably curse me with an unrelenting bat bogey hex taught to him by his powerful mother.

"You look like you're in your N.E.W.T. exams all over again," Scorpius commented from down the corridor as I approached my room door. I couldn't help it when I just broke down in tears in front of him. "Hey, hey, what's the matter?" My brother asked as he came closer with his arms open. I shook my head as sobs racked my body. I couldn't even bring myself to tell him the news.

Scorp and I had always been close because Mum and Dad raised us that way. I could feel it as he tried to shush me and ask what was troubling me so bloody much. When I had finally calmed down enough, I just looked up at him with the gray eyes that he also had.

"I'm pregnant."