sorry it's a bit short, and sorry if it's a bit confusing(:

Disclaimer: I am neither a billionaire, nor British, nor blond. So, no, I am not J.K. Rowling.

Teddy liked Astoria straight away. "Mrs. Malfoy -"he had started to say, but she quickly shook her head, the dark curls bouncing.

"None of Mrs. Malfoy this and Mrs. Malfoy that, it's Astoria," she said with a smile. "I'm family, Teddy. Although I can't recall exactly how we're related…" at this she trailed off, looking confused.

But Teddy had spent a fair of amount of time with pregnant witches, and he knew they was like one of Uncle George's Insta-Swamp Bombs- able to change and explode at any sudden movement (he could remember a particularly nasty incident involving Harry suggesting that they eat something other than bacon, steak, and icecream for dinner when Ginny was pregnant with James. He had slept on the couch that night). He seems to do that a lot Teddy noted, subconsciously changing his hair to jet-black, like Astoria's.

"Well, Teddy, what would you like to do?" Astoria's green eyes were shining as she wobbled into the living room, plopping down on the couch and sighing. His now bright blue eyes widened as he took in the Malfoy's living room. It was painted silver, and the sun slanted in through the curtains, slivers of light shining on the puffy green couch. It was rich and fancy looking, but not imposing like he had expected.

"What's that for?" he pointed towards a spot near the corner, where the wall was painted gold and had a lion painted on it in red. It was quite odd looking in the massive silver-and-green themed room. He jumped in his spot on the recliner as Astoria cackled: not laughed or gave a dainty giggle; cackled like some mad women. As he sat and peered at her, he couldn't help but feel like he was at the muggle zoo again with Harry and Ginny, watching the animals through the glass (before he accidentally gave the monkeys the gift of speech and Harry had to perform some quick Memory Charms).

"That, Teddy dear," Astoria was wiping tears from her eyes, still snorting between each word," is my way of supporting all the, ah, diverse options the baby has," she finished with a flourish.

"Oh," he said, still confused as she continued to admire he handiwork. He decided that Astoria was undeniably mad. He also decided that he quite liked her, and that maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all

Harry was worried. No, maybe nervous was a better way to put it. Or ready to march up to Malfoy Manor, take his godson by the arm, and never look back. Yeah, that would do.

"I don't understand what you're so paranoid about," Ginny had said as she applied her lip liner (#3458026, Rose Petal Kiss, purchased at Mrs. Georgia's Beauty Boutique, a.k.a. The Great Pink Kneazle Incident. Harry had done a lot of memory charms that afternoon). "I mean, what's there to worry about? It's Astoria, I remember the girl from Hogwarts," Ginny concluded, staring at Harry with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, so do I. I remember her as a snarky Slytherin who was Malfoy's rumored snogging partner and loved to torment first years with stories about kid-eating dragons that lived in the dungeons," Harry stated, leaving out the fact that he had gotten his own fair share of nightmares from the younger girl's outrageous tales (hey, in his defense, they were quite believable).

Ginny sighed, putting her hands on her hips. Oh sweet Merlin, here it comes he thought as his wife adopted a very Hermonie-ish expression; which involved her raising her eyebrows into her hairline and giving him the classic "oh, goodness, how daft are you? I mean, really!" look he had received countless times.

"Harry James Potter," Wow, she's got the voice perfectly He noted, impressed. "That was years ago! If we went around basing everyone off of how they acted at Hogwarts, Ron would still be some dim red-headed git-" still can be Harry's inner monologue interrupted, "Hermonie would still be a big bossy Know-It-All-" still is, "I would be some obsessed fan girl-" Harry grinned, "and you would be some lonely little boy who didn't know how to ask for help because he was too proud," she finished, raising her chin pas if to "well there!". Harry frowned. No, that wasn't right. He had never been some lonely little boy (boy? He wasn't a little boy!), and since when couldn't he ask for help? It wasn't his fault he liked to protect his friends and do things himself. Yes, he was actually protecting them all; it had nothing to do with pride at all! He chuckled at the very thought. Malfoy was the prideful one with the ego that needed its own House at Hogwarts, not him.

"Worried? I'm not worried!" Ginny gave a snort, "I fully trust Astoria. Now, isn't there a dinner reservation waiting on us?" he gave his arm, which a smirking Ginny took.

Two hours had past, and Teddy had barely thought of Harry and Ginny. Astoria had let him eat whatever he wanted (waffles with lemon yogurt on the side), play with their miniature Quidditch set, and read all the books he wanted (he preferred Wally the Wizard and his many adventures, but "Gilderoy Lockhart: the Fraud, The Fake, the Failing Fame" was surprisingly interesting).

"You know, Teddy," Teddy looked up from his book ("Hogwarts A History"-Aunt Hermonie would be so proud) to Astoria, who was staring absentmindedly into space, a blissful expression on her face, "when I was a young girl, before I went off to Hogwarts, every Saturday morning we would have a big breakfast. In the year before Daphne went to Hogwarts we would make our hair shiny and put on fancy dresses, just for breakfast," she paused, smiling at Teddy. "Our house elf, Millie, always made the best food: pancakes and sausage, biscuits and eggs. Once she even cooked crepes! Ah, I love crepes," she sighed, then added, "but those weren't real crepes, you know," she looked at Teddy with the same serious expression Aunt Hermonie wore when lecturing him on house-elf rights. "They were just her version of them. They were good," she added hastily, as if Millie the house elf was going to walk in, inquiring as to why Astoria didn't like her crepes, "but nothing like real crepes," She peered at Teddy, then asked, "Have you ever had a real crepe, Teddy?" he blinked.

"Um, no?" he realized that the pregnancy-induced craziness was finally kicking in as she dived into what all you could get into a crepe; and although the spinach and cheese crepe was savory, she had simply loved the strawberry and crème one, and why hadn't he ever eaten a proper crepe? But she would take him someday when he was older to get said crepe; but where exactly she wasn't sure. Where had she eaten the proper crepe before?

"Honestly, Teddy, I just can't remember!" her face was scrunched up in concentration, the frustration at not having a perfect memory when it came to crepe-eatery locations seeping into her words. "It's on the tip of my tongue, it's, it's-" suddenly, the world around was swirling, and Teddy took a hold of her arm as the walls became one big silver blob and they were spinning and spinning and oh Merlin he was going to be sick and why hadn't the spinning stopped and-

Ow. He was staring up at blue sky, lying on his back. He tried to sit up, but had to lie back down as a wave of nausea flooded him. He closed his eyes, then slowly sat up again. As he opened his eyes, the ringing in his ears dulled, but the panic in his head increased.

People walked by, muggles it looked like; children with balloons on their wrists and tourists wearing hats and snapping pictures of-oh. Well then. At least he knew where he was.

"Teddy, dear, are you okay?" Astoria was standing over him, still in her bottle green robes and barefoot, but seemingly okay. Apparently she landed standing up he thought darkly as he rose shakily to his feet.

"I'm fine. What about you? Is the baby okay?" he could hear memories of Aunt Ginny's frantic worry every time something had so much as touched her stomach when she was pregnant with James, so it was second nature to check on Baby Malfoy.

Astoria, smiled her hand lightly on his shoulder as she confirmed his thoughts that she (unlike him) had landed standing up, so yes, Baby Malfoy was indeed in perfect health.

"Uh, Astoria," they had both turned to stare at the huge structure in front of them, "why did we end up here?"

"Paris. That's where I ate the proper crepe. Paris, France," she said delicately as they continued to stare at the Eiffel Tower.

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