Okay! I have to post this quick! This is a pretty tedious chapter but the next chapters are much more eventful! Promise!
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The Fine Line Between Love and Hate
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CHAPTER 6: WHOA BABY
Draco was starting to regret taking over his fathers business. Controlling the shops and their problems was proving to be very, very time-consuming and even with the help of Geraldine he was getting little sleep. He had to deal with all of the big problems individually and when he wasn't working he had to deal with a temperamental pregnant woman.
Draco sighed and rubbed his eyes, trying not to yawn. He looked down at his coffee cup and scowled upon discovering that it was empty.
"Are you alright Mr Malfoy?"
Geraldine had popped up in front of him and was smiling brightly. Draco nodded.
"I'm just tired," He mumbled, "The shop that didn't get there deliveries, you know Silks?"
"Oh yes," Geraldine nodded eagerly, "They sell the most beautiful robes."
"Yes. Well they've decided to shut down because its the fifth time this year that they haven't gotten their supplies on time and I've been trying to talk them out of it and find them a new supplier...but it's not as simple as it sounds." Draco pulled out a folder and began reading through it again.
"Oh Mr Malfoy," Geraldine walked around his desk and put her hands on his shoulders, "You really do work so hard."
"I need to," Draco frowned, "What are you doing?"
"Oh!" Geraldine reddened a little at her moving hands; "It's called a massage. It's a Muggle thing but it works really well."
Draco shifted a little uncomfortably. It was working well but he felt like this kind of contact with his employee was just a tad bit too intimate.
"Well," He said slowly, "Maybe we should get back to work."
Geraldine looked put out and pouted momentarily before smiling brightly again.
"Okay," She gave his shoulders one last squeeze and walked back around to the other side of his desk, "Anything you need Mr Malfoy. Anything at all and I'll do it for you."
"Anything?" He smiled and rose an eyebrow suggestively. He was unable to stop himself flirting like this with Geraldine. They'd been doing it for several days now and every night they seemed to flirt a little bit more and a little bit longer.
She giggled and put a hand to her mouth.
"Oh Mr Malfoy! Honestly," She looked pleased, "Actually. Really...I would do anything."
That had sounded quite serious, Draco thought.
"Well actually. Maybe you would be able to do something," He swallowed, "I'm not doing anything tomorrow. Well, tomorrow night actually and I was wondering if perhaps you would like to go to dinner with me?"
So much for not getting intimate with an employee.
Her eyes lit up and she clapped her hands together, "Oh that would be wonderful! Really!"
He smiled in relief, "Okay. Okay, good then. Would meeting you here at eight be too much trouble?"
"Oh no, that'd be fine. And maybe perhaps later we could-" Geraldine began but was cut off by Ella's appearance in the office. Draco momentarily stared at her stomach before smiling up at her. She was getting big now and he wondered what would happen in a few months, three to be exact, when he had to take her to the hospital to give birth. He face was glowing happily and he didn't think he'd ever see her look more beautiful.
"Draco," Ella sounded excited, "Can I see you for a minute?"
"Yeah sure. Geraldine, would you mind?" He asked. Geraldine shook her head but her eyes darkened when glanced up at Ella as she exited the office.
"I know I've seen her before!" Ella frowned after the secretary, "But I can't imagine where. I just can't put my finger on it."
"I know. I know I've met her before too," Draco shrugged, "What's the matter? Are you alright?"
Ella smiled again and nodded.
"More than alright. I wanted to show you something." She walked over to him and pulled up her top.
"Whoa Egon!" Draco jumped up; "I told Potter I wouldn't be doing anything like that!"
"You daft prat," Ella shook her head, "Feel my stomach."
"Er, why?" He observed her round stomach tentativly.
"Just do it."
He slowly put a hand on it and jumped when he felt movement. Draco brought down his other hand and laughed quietly when he felt more movement. It felt so strange but he knew what it was and looked up at Ella grinning.
"Wow." He said softly.
"Yeah I know. It's kicked a few times before but never for this long and I wanted to show you." Ella said simply.
Draco nodded and continued to grin with his hands on her stomach.
He knew it wasn't fair on Potter but he though of the baby kind of as his own. Ella lived with him and so far he had been the first to witness a series of things. Ella's temper, her growing stomach, her eating habits, her morning sickness and now the baby's movement.
"This is so amazing." He muttered, moving one of his hands around. Ella pulled a face.
"Alright then, I don't want you falling in love with my stomach now," He stood up and she pinched his cheek, "Now what's this about a date?"
He was still staring at her stomach and it took a while for her question to register.
"What?"
"Your date with the secretary. Little Miss Annoying," Ella said mildly, "I overheard-"
"You mean you eavesdropped." Draco frowned.
"Same thing. And so what is it about?" She put her hands on her hips, "I thought you were too busy to take time off?"
"Not so busy I can't take off a night to go out and get some," His face reddened, "Some good company. Not that you aren't of course but I can't get some off you...I mean! You're busy so I thought I would just take out Geraldine and she seems interested."
"Okay," Ella said slowly, taking in his words, "Well if you like her so much you can get her to come to your birthday party."
"Yeah sure." Draco nodded.
"Good." Ella went to leave the room when he stopped her.
"Hang on! What birthday party?" He demanded. She smiled slyly.
"Your eighteenth. Remember I told you about it weeks ago."
Now he remembered.
"Do you have to?" He sighed, "You already had the Christmas party and then the New Years party and they both ended in disasters!"
"They did not!" She argued.
"Yes they did. Granger and Weasley refused to talk to each other through both and Potter didn't come to either," He rubbed her arm gently, "Is that why you want to have another one Ella? You want to see Potter?"
Her mouth opened in surprise, "I do Draco but I wouldn't use your party as an excuse. It's your birthday...I think it should be celebrated for once."
He rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine. But can we keep it small this time? Really small."
"Sure." She bent up and kissed his cheek, "I'm going to go to sleep. I'll see you later."
"Yeah." He smiled after her dreamily for a moment before shaking his head. He really did have to stop thinking about Ella like that. He really did.
"Can I come back in?" Geraldine stuck her head in his office and smiled.
"Yeah." He nodded and she strutted over to him.
"So," Her eyes sparkled, "About tomorrow night..."
* * * *
Ella heard voices outside the room and tried to ignore them as she sat curled up in one of the big chairs by the fireplace. She'd been reading that entire night and had somehow only gotten through a few pages of the book. She felt the baby kick again and absentmindedly rubbed her stomach.
God she missed Harry!
But that wasn't the reason she wasn't able to concentrate.
He didn't miss her. That was it. He didn't care that Ella was gone. That's why he hadn't come to the Christmas party or the New Years party even though she had swallowed her pride and invited him. But he hadn't shown up and Ron had given her some sort of lame excuse that he was busy.
If he were busy Ron wouldn't have been there either.
Ella sat up with a start, her eyes wide. What if he knew she was pregnant?
At first she hadn't wanted him to know because she was worried it might distract him from his missions and she wanted him focused for them. But now...well now it was a lot more. She didn't want him to know because she just didn't. The baby was hers and Harry's but she wanted the pregnancy for herself. She didn't want to share.
"Well I had a lovely time." Geraldine's voice echoed into the room and Ella distracted herself by trying to think of where she'd seen that girl before. It was at Hogwarts from some event. Was it the Dueling Competition? She didn't think she'd gone against that girl. Maybe it was the Ball...
Geraldine giggled and Ella rolled her eyes. It was such an annoying giggle.
"Oh Draco really. You can call me Geri." The girl giggled again.
Ella sat up and frowned thoughtfully. You can call me Geri...
That sounded like someone Harry had made fun of.
She was the girl that broke up their dance at the Christmas Ball in their Sixth Year.
Because she had been jealous. Because Harry had broken up with her. Because she had gone out with Harry!
There were some more murmured voices and a few more giggles before Draco entered the room looking flustered and a little bit disorientated. He didn't spot her at first and instead made his way over to the corner and poured himself some Firewhisky.
"You have fun?" Ella asked. Draco jumped and spilt a little of his drink down his front.
"Yeah. It was alright," He motioned to the Firewhisky bottle, "You want a drink?"
"I'm pregnant." Ella frowned when he looked at her dumbly.
"Oh yeah. Yeah," He pulled a face, "I forgot."
He made his way over to her clumsily and sat down opposite her.
"Draco," She laughed, "I think you're drunk!"
He waved her away, "Nah. I'm not."
"You are nearly!" She eyed his large glass of drink, "I don't think you should be drinking that."
Again he waved her away, "I'm drinking away my pain and misery. Leave me be."
"Oh. Okay then." She curled up in a ball and tried not to grimace as he downed the entire glass within minutes and filled it up again just to do the same.
"If you don't watch it, you're going to have a huge headache in the morning." She warned him lightly. He shrugged and refilled his glass again. Ella sat back and let him drink but drew the line when he finished his fifth glass and went to refill it again.
"Oh! No, no, no. No you don't. I think you've drunk away enough misery for the both of us." She jumped off her seat and took his glass off him before guiding him back to a seat.
"Fine." He mumbled, his speech slurred. She sat back down in her chair and smiled.
"Come on. Talk. What's the matter?"
"Aside from everything?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Come on Draco. We all have drama in our lives. Look at me!" She pointed out, "I'm pregnant and I've had to leave Harry because his job could kill my baby...and now I live with you and never see him and I hardly get out...and all I really do all day is read the damned books that Hermione gave me that aren't even very good! I have no life! I don't do anything and I don't know if I'm ever going to!"
"Whoa," Draco threw his hands in the air, "Calm down. I thought we were talking about me?"
"Sorry. Pent up energy," Ella apologized, "What's the matter beside everything?"
"Well," Draco drawled, "I was out tonight and it was a really nice dinner. I mean Geri, have you seen her? She is the single most beautiful woman I have ever met..."
"Yeah. She is very pretty." Ella agreed.
"And then we got back here before and she was kissing me and I was kissing her back..."
"Oh I see how that would make you miserable." She tried not to laugh.
Draco turned to her and looked her over with blurry eyes. His gaze wasn't direct but it was still intense.
"But the whole time I was with her and especially when I was kissing her I could only think of one thing." He sighed. Ella frowned.
"What was that?"
"That I wished she was you and I was with you instead." Draco brought his head up too look at her but his vision was too blurry to make out her expression.
If he hadn't been intoxicated beyond belief he would have been able to see how surprised she was.
"Well...um...I...I didn't know that," Ella said quickly, "What else is wrong?"
"Work is annoying and its this whole damned war. I doubt Voldemort will ever be defeated, though I know if anyone could do it it's Harry." Draco said truthfully. Ella regained her composure.
"Draco, you know I love you but not like that," She laughed, "What am I saying? You won't remember any of this in the morning."
"Maybe not," He nodded, "But I still want to talk about it. You know...I really do love you but I know you're with Harry and I would never dream of doing anything to you. Even if he is a prat and won't come see you."
"Alright. Just as long as you know." She smiled at him thankfully.
"I do. It doesn't change how I feel," He lowered his voice, "Hey, do you know who else I love?"
"Your mother?" She guessed. He winced.
"That's disgusting Ella. I meant romantically." He sounded instantly exasperated.
"Oh sorry," She pulled a face, "Well, who? It's not Geraldine is it because I remember her..."
"No, no, no," He shook his head furiously and lowered his voice again, "Its Ginny."
"Oh Ginny. I should have known." She stood up and yawned.
"I'm going to bed." Draco told her. She grinned.
"Me too."
She quickly exited the room and found a nearby House Elf who she instructed to take Draco up to his room before she went into hers. It was strange that Draco thought that. She was surprised enough that Harry loved her the way he did but now Draco...
It was just strange.
* * * *
Ron sighed as he followed the House Elf up to the top of the Malfoy Mansion. He wasn't going to come to the party but when Ella had told him Hermione wasn't going to make an appearance he changed his mind. A party was a party and Ella had told him in the Owl that she sent that she had some important news.
"Me hopes you haves a good time Sir." The House Elf squeaked as they reached the grand doors that Ron knew led into the party room. It was an enormous room that Ella had so far held all the parties in.
"Yeah. Thanks Pooty." Ron smiled at the House Elf and walked through the doors.
It was very well decorated in silver and green. Slytherin colors. Ella's doing at Malfoy's request, Ron thought wryly. There was a small table of food and drink and the fireplace was blazing away, giving the room much welcomed warmth. Tasteful music was playing and there was a large banner that read 'Happy Birthday Malfoy' in flashing green letters.
He was a little surprised to see Ginny and Luna in the room and he was very surprised to see Hermione.
"Hey Ron." Ella popped up in front of him and hugged him. She was tall for a girl so he didn't have to bend down as much as he did for his sister or Hermione.
"Ella," Ron scowled, "What is Hermione doing here?"
She glared at him.
"Don't be a child Ronald Weasley," Ella snapped gently, "Can't you just grow up? It's only Hermione. And this is Draco's party so just be nice."
"Yeah," Ron mumbled, "Only Hermione."
She squeezed his hand, "Don't worry. It'll work out with you two."
Ron nodded but he was doubtful.
"So," Ella looked around distractedly, "Is...is Harry coming?"
Ron smiled apologetically.
"He had to work."
"Again?" Her face fell.
"Again," Ron hugged her, "Where's the git so we can get this party started? And what's this news you have?"
"He's picking up his girlfriend," She grinned, "I know, I know. Draco with a girlfriend. Who thought it was possible? And as for my news. Well how about I just tell you all now?"
"Suits me." Ron made his way over to Ginny who greeted him warmly.
"Ella's got news." Ginny told him. He nodded and watched Ella smooth down her robes and clear her throat in front of all of them.
"Okay you guys," She started, "This is really hard for me and please don't be mad at me for keeping it a secret but I thought it was best. And you're all my friends...and Harry's too I know but I'm asking you to not tell Harry just yet until I get a chance too..."
"Oh," Ron sat up, "She's coming out about the pregnancy."
"What?" Ginny frowned and observed Ella, "Her stomach is as flat as mine. She can't be!"
Ella put her wand to her stomach and muttered a spell. Instantly her obviously pregnant stomach was revealed.
"Or maybe she can!" Ginny exclaimed jumping up and running over to the girl with a series of questions. Luna did the same and Ron shook his head and grinned. Ella was fat...and she was glowing.
"About time." He heard Hermione mutter from across the room. He ignored it and instead stood up and made his way over to the food table. It was only Hermione, he told himself, only Hermione.
Only Hermione.
"Ron?" Ella had made her way over to him and there was a strange look on her face.
"Only Hermione," Ron muttered before shaking his head, "I'm sorry. What?"
"This isn't a surprise to you is it?" She asked pointing to her stomach. His ears reddened immediately. He hadn't considered the fact that he wasn't supposed to know about her being pregnant. Or that Harry was definitely not supposed to know. Even though he definitely did.
"Sure it is," He smiled forcibly, "I was inwardly shocked is all."
She stared at him before whacking him on the arm, "You were not. You knew."
"Okay okay. But only because of the whole mess from that day Harry and I saw you downtown with Malfoy. We saw you coming out of the shop and thought something was up and your stomach was a little big then and I Apparated to Hermione's because we were panicked that maybe the baby..." He was babbling but stopped when her eyes widened.
"Oh no," She put a hand to her mouth, "Does Harry know?"
"And...and we were panicked that maybe the baby wasn't...wasn't," Ron hung his head, "Yeah. He knows."
"Oh," Ella was quiet for a minute before looking up and smiling strangely, "That's wonderful."
"Wonderful?" Ron frowned.
Ella nodded and opened her mouth to speak again when there came a series of noises from the fireplace that distracted them all. Ron's frown deepened as Millicent Bulstrode, Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe appeared from the fireplace. The rest of the group stared at them in shock and they stared back, just as shocked.
"You!" Millicent glared at Ella, as did Blaise. Crabbe had lost his shocked expression and made his way over to the snacks.
"You!" Hermione and Ginny were on their feet and had their wands drawn.
"What are you doing here?" Ella demanded, "Who said you could come?"
Millecent was examining Ella's stomach with great interest.
"We were invited," Sniffed Blaise, "Draco gave us invitations so therefore we are allowed to be here."
Ella sighed and tried to calm down. Ron felt his face turn red as Millicent sneered and pointed at Ella.
"What is that?" She laughed cruelly, "Don't tell me...Potter knocked you up!"
"Oh how could he touch a thing like you," Blaise shook his head, "I bet the thing turns out demented-"
"Now now," Draco walked into the room and glared at everyone, "Can we not? The invitations were sent out strictly demanded that all attendants behave. If you're not going to then I suggest you leave."
"Of course Draco." Agreed Millicent in a sickly sweet voice. Ella looked like she was restraining herself from choking the girl.
"What's the deal?" Hermione whispered to Ella, "I thought Malfoy hated Blaise? And Millicent?"
Ron sighed and went over to the snacks. Crabbe was still at the table swallowing as much food as he could.
"Hey." Ron said icily. Crabbe looked up at him and grinned.
"Ronald Weasley," He muttered, "Fancy talking to you."
"Yeah," Ron pulled a face, "Why are you here?"
"Draco invited us," Crabbe said defensively, "He and I have been friends since First Year. How could I not come?"
"Easily. Your dads a Deatheater." Ron said sharply. Crabbe looked taken aback.
"Not everyone follows in their parents footsteps Ronald," Crabbe snapped, "I thought that since you were part of the Dream Team it might be possible that you were less judgmental than the other people of society. It appears not."
He grabbed some final pieces of food before storming off leaving Ron gaping after him. Who knew Crabbe could put together more than two words?
The rest of the party went by better than Ron thought it would. The Slytherin graduates stayed out of the way of everyone else and everyone else stayed out of the way of the Slytherin graduates. Hermione avoided Ron and Ron avoided Hermione and Ella went around and talked to everyone in an overly cheerful mood.
Before long most people were gone and only Ron, Ella and Malfoy were left saying farewell to Ginny and Luna.
"We'll see you another time. Thanks for getting us out of school Ella." Ginny smiled and nodded at the girls stomach, "And congrats on the kid."
"Thanks Gin. Bye. Bye Luna." Ella grinned at them and waved enthusiastically as Ginny and Luna disappeared through the Floo Network.
"Yeah. Bye." Ron and Malfoy mumbled from the seats they were in.
Ella turned to them and pulled a face and Ron knew what was coming.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" She pointed at Malfoy before looking at Ron.
"I know what's the matter with you Ron but really it's your own fault. Do you have to be so stubborn that you don't talk to Hermione at all? Between the both of you I don't know who to knock some common sense into first! Really," She sighed exasperatedly, "Do you think I'm going to fall for that 'Harry had to work' thing over and over again? What's the thing with him? He has another girl who isn't pregnant who he'd rather be with? Someone who doesn't resemble a cow?"
"What?" Ron frowned, "No. That's not it at all! Where is this coming from?"
Malfoy leant over towards him, "I wouldn't worry. It's the mood swings. She never really means what she says."
"Oh is that so," Ella turned to Malfoy now, "Well how about you! Moping around the whole night! And it's your birthday! What… is it because Geraldine didn't show up? That is just stupid and pathetic!"
"It wasn't that," Malfoy said defensively, "I was just tired!"
"Tired my butt," Ella turned back to Ron and threw her hands in the air, "And Harry knows! Harry knows I'm pregnant! How long? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Because it was a secret-" Ron began.
"It was my secret Ron! My secret! Not Harry's or anyone else's," She put her hands around her stomach, "It's my baby!"
"Okay," Malfoy said slowly, "Then why did you tell everyone about it tonight?"
"Because I felt bad you twit! But Harry wasn't supposed to know," Ella's voice softened dramatically, "But...but he does know. Why hasn't he come to see me if he knows?"
"I don't know Ella. Honest," Ron shrugged, "He won't talk to me about it."
"He...he...this isn't right. Why does this have to happen to me? I'm too young! And what sort of world is this to bring a baby into? With the Dark Wizard looming around every corner, killing people without remorse! It's not fair." She began pacing back and forth.
Ron was beginning to find her actions amusing except for when he turned to look at Malfoy. Malfoy was sitting forward in his seat with a stricken look on his face and his hands reaching out slightly to Ella.
"Egon," Malfoy said softly, "Maybe you should calm down. You've been highly-strung all night..."
"Damn right I have!" She yelled, "Who wouldn't be? You know what Millicent said? She said I was knocked up and then Blaise said he couldn't imagine why anyone would want to touch me and...oh..."
She put a hand to her stomach and let out a squeak.
"Oh no," Malfoy jumped up, "Breathe Ella. Does it hurt?"
She was leaning into him for support and rolled her eyes and groaned.
"Does it hurt? What do you think you stupid prat! Oh!" She clutched her stomach again. Ron was frowning and looking between the two.
"What's...what's...this?" He demanded, "What's the matter with her?"
"Get her to the Hospital! I'll explain later." Malfoy told him pulling Ella towards the fireplace. Ron obliged and before long they were in a small hospital called St Emit's that Ron didn't recognize.
"It's usually over by now," Malfoy mumbled, "Weasley. Go get Potter. I think something's seriously wrong this time."
Ron nodded numbly and disappeared back into the fireplace.
* * * *
Draco thought the whole thing was stupid. Potter should just quit his job and let Ella move back in so she could have the baby safely. He didn't want to be sitting here listening to some old hag go on about miscarriages and such again. It was just stupid.
"So you understand then," The Medi-Witch frowned, "If she has another attack the best we can hope for is a miscarriage?"
"Got it." Draco nodded politely and sighed when the woman disappeared. This was annoying. No, that wasn't fair. This was...it was...no...It was annoying
If Ella just learnt to calm down. More like if Harry helped so that she could calm down. She had nearly been sent to the hospital twice before and now she had actually worked herself up into such a state that she had gone to hospital. It wasn't promising.
Draco jumped out of his seat when he spotted Weasley and Potter emerge from the fireplace. Weasley had sure taken his damned time.
"You sure took your damned time." Draco snapped. Ron shrugged sheepishly.
"I forgot the name of the hospital. It's not my fault I've never heard of-" He was cut off as Potter pushed him aside.
"Where is she? Is she alright?" He paused, "Is the baby alright?"
"No thanks to you Potter but she's doing better." Draco growled. Potter frowned.
"It's not my fault," He argued, "Do you know what I just did? My team and I just captured Peter Pettigew. Peter Pettigew."
"So." Draco shrugged.
"So?" Potter shook his head, "So now Sirius's name can be cleared. All charges can be dropped against his name because the real murderer has finally been caught! Not to mention that Peter Pettigew was one of Voldemort's leading servants!"
Malfoy looked at him for a moment before throwing his fist forward and swiftly hitting him directly below his eye. Potter fell back a little and stared up at Draco in a dazed state for a few moments. Weasley was sitting down and resting his head in his chin. He'd glared at Potter too when he had been going on about his capture but now he just seemed uninterested about the whole situation.
"What was that for?" Potter demanded. He was staring at Draco who was surprised to see hurt in his eyes. Maybe Potter did actually regard him as a friend of sorts?
"That was for you going on about some stupid capture when Ella is here," He pointed down the hall, "At hospital because she got herself so worked up that she could not only lose the baby but kill herself too!"
Potter hung his head, "I didn't know that Malfoy."
"Well that's okay if you didn't know it," Draco drawled sarcastically, "Because you've never been around to know what is going on."
"It's not important." Potter sounded defeated as he sat down next to Weasley.
"Not important?" Draco scoffed, "Do you know what I felt about a week ago?"
Potter shook his head.
"I felt your baby move Potter," He lowered his voice, "And it felt like it was my own. I can't even begin to tell you how wrong it is to feel that. You know what...why don't you just grow up?"
"Grow up?" Potter was glaring now.
"Yes Potter. Grow up," He said with emphasis, "Because you can't be a self-involved kid anymore. You have your own kid on the way and a girl to take care of. Stop being selfish."
"Selfish?" Potter jumped up and pushed Malfoy backwards, "How's about this Malfoy? I have to practically disregard my private life for the sake of the entire Wizarding community."
"You don't have to destroy the Dark Lord alone. Don't be so high and mighty." Draco crossed his arms over his chest and frowned when Potter laughed.
"High and mighty? Oh if only that's all it was," He narrowed his eyes, "There was a prophecy Malfoy. It said that only I could defeat Voldemort. No one else. So yes I do have to do it alone. And that means I have to put Ella aside for it."
"That's not true," Draco said indignantly, "That's stupid."
"Yes I know," Potter yelled, "And I would gladly swap with anyone so I could just be normal but it's not going to happen! So can you lay off?"
Draco nodded, "I'm sorry Potter. I didn't know. But you could still give her a bit of time."
"Then I'm sorry," Potter rubbed his face, "I didn't know she was that bad."
Draco nodded and he and Potter sat down on either side of Weasley who still seemed disinterested with the whole situation.
"Is she really that bad?" Potter asked quietly.
Draco slouched in his seat, "If she has another attack the Medi-Witch said that she will definitely lose the baby."
"I should go then." Potter stood up and made for the fireplace. Draco remained quiet. He didn't want to input anymore.
"You want me to watch her Harry?" Weasley finally spoke up. Potter nodded before disappearing into the fireplace. Draco couldn't help but give Weasley a questioning look at why he had offered.
"You should be out fighting with him." Draco said seriously. Wealsey waved him off.
"I'm the sidekick Malfoy. What do I really do that helps?"
"You're just being sadistic because you and Granger aren't talking." Draco pointed out sharply. In truth he felt uneasy with Weasley talking about himself so negatively.
The other boy just shrugged.
"When will either of you stop being children?" Draco mused. Wealsey grinned a little before standing as the Medi-Witch walked over to them.
"She's fine now. You can go see her," She frowned, "Wasn't there a third gentleman with you?"
"Yeah," Draco shrugged, "But he has other things to do."
"Really," The Medi-Witch shook her head disapprovingly, "This girl needs to be surrounded by people she loves. It's not like he's off saving the world or anything."
Draco and Weasley tried not to smile as they entered the room to check on Ella.