The wood floors looked brand new. The furniture was top-of-the-line. The fireplace was made from marble. The kitchen was like the ones you see on Muggle culinary shows. The bathroom had two sinks. The shower was large enough to fit three people in, the bathtub nine. His room had the best carpet you can imagine and his bed was unbelievably comfortable. Though I hated to admit it, I regretted not becoming a lawyer for one reason. And my child's father's living arrangements boldly reminded me of it. It wasn't that I hated my flat, I liked how it screamed me. But I'd grown so accustomed living with this type of setting as a child, Draco's home made me feel somewhat inferior to me. Call me petty, but I was jealous of my lovers flat.

I brushed my teeth after clearing out last nights dinner from my stomach and walked back to his room. He was sitting up and reading the Prophet.

"Anything worth reading?" I asked, crawling on top of the sheets to sit at his feet and face him.

Draco shrugged and threw it on his nightstand, motioning for me to crawl closer. When I did, he pulled me into a hug and kissed my neck. "Guess what?"

"You have leftover crab cakes from last night?" I guessed hopefully. Those things were bloody delicious!

"Yes." He chuckled. "But something else too."

"What can be more important than crab cakes?" I questioned teasingly.

"Sebastien took me off the Sumner Case."

My jaw dropped as I unwrapped his arms and looked at him. "Why?"

Draco ran a hand through his hair casually. "I knocked up a very nasty and sexy political columnist. I'm still helping assisting those working it but I'm not doing most of the work anymore. Anyway, that means I'm open for vacation after the Bulstrode Trail next week. I figured we could go to Mexico City the second and third week of November and be back before Thanksgiving."

I stared at him closely. "You're not upset about it?"

"Not really. That case is way to much for a twenty-five year old to handle." He admitted, leaning back against his headboard. His brass plated, high priced headboard. "Anyways, I have other things to spend my time on."

I grinned as Draco pounced on me, pinning me down. He placed hollow kisses on my throat, causing me to throw my head back. His hands under my shirt and caressed my middle. The blond put his mouth to my ear and breathed raggedly. "When will you start showing?"

"Between three and four months." I told him, feeling my blood rush.

"A month and a half." He whispered, suckling my earlobe. My stomach flopped with the acknowledgment. That soon? My thoughts were soon smothered when I the pressure from his mouth increase. Merlin, the talent that mouth had... He put my belly ring between two fingers and began playing with it. Before Draco could get any farther, his front door opened and shut.

"Mate, I'm home!"

Draco pulled a sheet over us as his roommate barged in without knocking. Blaise looked at us and shrugged, obviously hungover. "Hey Tori. Draco, you're Mum owled."

"Bloody hell!" The man on me swore as his mate left. "He never gets home this early!"

"It's not like he hasn't seen me naked before." I teased.

"That was eight years ago." He looked at me and shook his head, putting his forehead on mine. The blue stare boar itself into my eyes. "As far as I'm concerned, he gave up his right when he left you for McLaggen. Now you're mine and Idon't share."

We found Blaise in the kitchen, eating everything he could get his hands on. I laughed when he wrapped three cheese sticks in a croissant and ate them. Some things never changed from school.

"Blaise, you might want to save some food for the rest of the month." Draco told him, going to the fridge himself. The black boy ignored him as he chewed with hunger.

"We all know how your evening was. Mine was pretty good too. Met a doll named Amy that caped me once I was zozzled."

I stared at him, a brow raised as Draco handed me the crab cake container. "I didn't get a memo saying we were back in the twenties."

"Neither did I but that dame was a skirt!"

"Someone was ossified on the Giggle Water last night." I choked on the cake and stared at Draco with disbelief. "What?"

"Sheik may have to check it for another two weeks after that one." I teased.

The blonde smirked. "Sheba's spilling baloney."

"Bimbo's just another fella wanting to cash in."

"Hold on," Blaise told them as he grabbed parchment and a quill. "I need these the next time I go to that club!"

When we finished eating, I told Draco I was meeting Daphne for lunch and spent ten minutes kissing him good-bye. After Blaise swore he'd castrate his roommate if I didn't leave and let him get ready for work, I exited the penthouse to walk to an apparition designated store down the block.

I almost screamed when I arrived to my flat and nine wands were pointed at me. I instinctively set a disarming charm and all nine weapons disappeared. I caught eyes with Potter, who halted a man about to take physical action towards me."Hold it, Rivers! It's Greengrass! Are you okay?"

"Why are you lot in my flat?" I demanded, glancing around. Familiar faces stared at me, amazed I had just enabled the majority of them from fighting.

"There was something going on downstairs and we thought this was the meeting point." He told me. "We heard confirmation you were at Malfoy's for the night and borrowed your flat."

I shook my head, shaking. Wonderful, the entire Aurors Office was aware of my sex life. Potter let me change and then walked me out to the street corner after I returned his teams wands, silent. I went to hail a Muggle cab but he stopped me. "Hold on, I need to talk to you."

"About what?" I asked, still unhappy at his intrusion.

"I lied in there, Greengrass. Your apartment was the target."

"Yeah, I figured if you thought my flat was a meeting point you'd arrest me for accessory."

"Truth is,your in danger." I stared at him, hoping he was joking. His face was as serious as it could possibly get. "So are many other people like you. The reason is very controversial and many don't by it. Personally, I can't blame them. A judge won't even accept it in court. But I believe it."

I knew he wouldn't tell me classified details here. Despite my annoyance with him at the moment, I knew Potter didn't act flighty when he was on the job. "So what do you want me to do?"

"The people after you are old servants to Voldemort. The safest thing you can do is stay with Malfoy." He caught my raised brow and nodded. "I know, sounds contradictory. But I know he's clean and he won't let you get hurt. I need you to watch out for is his family and your parent's friends because of their support or agreement with Pure-blood Bigotry. I'll get your clothes and necessities to Malfoy's flat. Stay there until I clear you."

He hugged me professionally, somehow scratching my arm. "Bloody hell, Mate."

"Sorry about that." He apologized, pulling a tissue from his pocket and wiping blood from it. "See you around, Greengrass."

Potter walked back into the building, leaving me on my own. Feeling like something was off, I held up my hand and slid into a cab, knowing I was going to be late for lunch.

"So what do you think of this pink shad?" Daphne asked me from the dinning room of her and Andy's flat. This was another home I envied. I shook my head at the doll color, taking the last bite of my meatball.

"I'll be four months pregnant, Daph. I'll already look like a balloon."

"How about this darker one?" She asked, determined to find a shade that would please me.

Andy walked in at that moment, coming to my rescue. He looked at me and the booklet of color samples Madame Malkin had given her and sighed. "Having fun, Tori?"

I snorted and glared at him. "What have you been doing?"

"I had a meeting with Sebastien Schwinger. He wants you to do a media review for the annual Lawyer's Ball since you're screwing one of his blokes."

"Kill-me-first." I moaned, slamming my head on the table at each word. I looked up at Andy, hoping to get reassured he wasn't going to make me do it. None came. "But Andy, I hate the man! The entire article will be talking about how generous he is for donating all proceeds from the bloody thing to charity and how wonderful the bloody bastard is!"

"Well suck it up!" The red head told me as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and sat down next to me. Apparently he was already depending on the bottle and his parent's didn't arrive until Christmas. "You're the one who made a situation between us and the bloody git! We received most of our media coverage from you insulting him! Now we have to say he's a decent person, though you don't have to agree with his actions."

I shivered at the thought of just doing that. The bloody arse still owed me for spilling his drink on my dress at Mums Christmas Party when I was thirteen. But he was Draco's employer, and I didn't want him to lose his job over my opinions.

"So, you spent the night at Draco's last night?" Daphne said, showing me another shade.

Andy choked on his drink, glaring at me. "You're still shagging him?"

"Maybe." I kicked my sister, who glared back at me. "That color is worst then fuchsia, Daph!"

"Tori, for bloody Merlins sake, he was a Death Easter!" My boss told me. "The majority of our readers remember what happened during the War and what Malfoy did to Dumbledore."

"Wait, so I can give birth to his kid as long as I don't shag his father?" I shot coldly, unhappy he brought You-Know-Who into the conversation. Mistress Wathen was a Pure-blood witch raised by Muggle foster parent's. Needless to say bigotry that came with his fiancées family didn't go to my employers house.

"I'd rather it wasn't that, but we all make mistakes! Society will forgive you for that."

"Daphne, floo me when your arrogant arse of a fiancée isn't trying to run my life." I spat, rising with my bag.

"This is why I don't harp on the past." My sister sighed, looking at the other red head furiously. "It only starts trouble for people. The majority of our family was Death Eaters or supporters of You-Know-Who and we've gotten over the argument."

"What world are you in?" He shot sternly. "Your Mum's still an open bigot and your Dad keeps it in the broom cupboard for his jobs sake. The only reason you two aren't"-

The sound of my hand against his face filled the room, then the sound of Andy's chair falling back from the impact of my strike. The man looked up at me, holding his cheek with shock as my chest rose with anger. Daphne's jaw was dropped, stunned.

"You have no right to talk about my parents that way, you Bastard. Not now, not after you consummate my sister, never." I spat at him. We all stared at each other for a few seconds. I calmed down and stared at him, unsure where that rage had come from. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

*HarryPotter!*HarryPotter*!HarryPotter*

Daphne and I share the common trait that when we're upset, we shop. So I apparated to Diagon Alley to check out a new boutique there. I walked in and glanced around at the dresses, nodding. This was my type of shop. Despite my weight gain, I still found clothing in my size and managed killing a whole paycheck on clothing. As I went to pay for them, a familiar blond caught my eyes.

Draco's Mum walked in and stared at me, her face revealing her discomfit. I nodded respectively as the shop owner wrote me a pay stub and then bagged my items. As the witch took her sweet arse time, the grandmother of my child walked over with a even smile. "Hello Astoria. Fancy seeing you here."

"Just doing some light shopping, Narcissa." I told her calmly. Draco had told me how his parent's had reacted to the news. "Yourself?"

"I'm looking for a wedding present for your sister and can't quite find anything I believe she would like." She told me as I grabbed my bags. "Perhaps you could help me and then we could have tea?"

"I don't know." I told her, glancing at the clock to look busy.

"I'm not stupid, Astoria Fraulein." Damn her insight from bitch sessions with Mum! "Draco told you what happened at lunch, I'm sure. I want to spend some time with you in order to grasp the concept since he canceled on me yesterday. Either follow suit or pray to Merlin I don't slip in front of Crider about just how young you were when you lost your chastity."

Bloody Malfoys and their Slytherin ways! I should've been in Ravenclaw! We spent the afternoon looking at clothing for my sister, which I'm sure everything I claimed 'wasn't her' she would have loved. But why the hell should Daphne be happy while I'm shopping with a woman who was blackmailing me? Finally, Narcissa settled on a handbag made of gold and white material that I'm sure Daphne would demand she wear with the wedding dress she ordered.

Just when I was about to lie about having a healer's appointment, she drug me into a tea shop with too much pink for Daphne. Merlin, I thought I would never be able to say that and mean it.

"So, you like cream in your tea?" She asked casually.

"Yes, it's very delicious. Sugar and fat with the most traditional drink known to this country." I stated sweetly.

"Your tone is very rude." Narcissa told me evenly. "You should respect the grandmother of your child better than that."

"Not when she's alienating his father." I replied back.

The petite blond sighed, sipping her drink as the shop filled with ladies staring at me.

"We were all very upset. Draco is my only son and I will do whatever I feel is best for him. I am happy he's taking responsibility for his actions but wish it didn't include slandering your reputations."

"Sure..." Were all women in her circle this petty? "Narcissa, my reputation wasn't your concern until your son knocked me up. One word, letitgo."

"That's three words."

"Not the way I say it. Letitgo."

A thick silence filled me as we shipped our tea once more. I knew all this would get back to Mum once she and Draco's mother reconciled. Narcissa finished sipping and looked at me, her voice soft.

"Lucius and I would like to have dinner with you two and your parent's soon to set the record straight. I feel this is the only way we can manage this. You two obviously are handling this in a healthy manner and I don't wish to separate myself from my family. When do you two plan to marry?"

I rolled my eyes at her, looking at her coldly. Her reputation again! "LETITGO."

"Fine then." She pressed her lips together at my immaturity. I noticed how similar her motions were to Dads. Why did everyone around me result to drinking around me? "When should we meet?"

"Dad's usually free around Thanksgiving." I told her, thinking of the trip Draco was planning.

"You mean that Muggle holiday started by the people that killed witches in the States?" I nodded as she pulled a planner from her green robes. "Fourth Thursday of November. Lucius and I are free. I'll check with Amethyst and Crider since you and Draco are both so busy."

We split the tab and I left, hoping I wouldn't see her again until Thanksgiving. I found it funny how close our mothers were yet Draco and I never crossed paths before. During the summer our parents kept busy, his with him and mine acting like they were with us. When school came around, Mum and Narcissa had nothing to do but socialize while their husbands worked. But Draco was two years ahead of me and more cocky and confident. I was more confided to my books and different, though not too much. I was able to interact with members of my house as acquaintances without ever really claiming friends. It wasn't until my seventh year I found a best friend. Travis showed me it was a bad decision to have gone out of my shell, especially for a Slytherin slimier than Salazar himself.

I apparated to the clear zone and walked down the street, meeting the father of my child as he came around from the opposite corner. I smiled as he caught my eye. "How was your day?"

Draco shrugged, pulling me into his arms for a hug. "What're in the bags?"

"I did some shopping after attacking Andy at Daphne's. Trust me, you don't want to know why." I told him as he raised a brow. "If I'm not fired tomorrow, I'll be lucky. Norman Bună ziua! Cum este ziua ta duci?"

The doorman smiled as I walked in. He kissed my hand and told me his daughter was getting married the following Sunday. I kissed his cheek for luck and he laughed, blushing. Draco watched us, amused. We walked to the lift as he looked over at me, smirking. "Where did you learn Romanian?"

"I don't know. I guess I just picked it up." I admitted, not really remembering. "Dad took me on a trip to Romania when I was thirteen. Perhaps there?"

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Draco ran a hand through his hair as the lift rose. He looked tired and stressed. "It amuses me though."

"Why?"

"You speak in it whenever we're shagging. Very loudly in fact." I shook my head, my cheeks going red. "Wow, I've finally found something to set you off guard in the pillow talk category."

"Mark your calender, we'll make it a holiday." I told him, sticking my tongue out. He responded by pushing me against the wall and kissing me.

The lift stopped and an older witch and her teenage grandson stared at us. The woman cleared her throat with disapproval as they entered. We stood their awkwardly, waiting impatiently. I felt Draco's right hand go to the small of my back, caressing my shoulder blades. He moved down, gripping my left hip and pulling me closer to his. I leaned against his arm, aware that the woman wasn't happy about our closeness. Come on, who was she? Umbridge's mum?

"Bloody hell!" I jumped, grabbing my arse as the lift landed on the top level. I looked back at Draco's smirk and glared as the woman stared at me disapprovingly. Her teenage soon stared at my chest perversely. "Have a good day, Maim. You too, Boy."

I left the lift as Draco turned around, leaning against his door as he burst out laughing. I crossed my arms, glaring at him. I turned my back to him with sarcastic anger. The blond pulled me to his chest, putting his hands on my waist.

"Why don't we take this inside? You can scream all you want in there."

He pulled me inside by the hips, making me laugh. I closed the door and turned to Draco, pulling his mouth to mine. He shook off his cloak and began undoing mine while he nibbled at my neck. I grinned as the blond attacked my collar bone. Seconds later I was pushed onto his bed as he discarded his robes. His eyes boar into mine as he straddled me, kissing me firmly. I moaned as my mouth was forced open with his. My wrists were pinned above my head by his left hand as he unbuttoned my robes with his right.

I threw my head back in ecstasy when Draco nibbled at some clavicle, the sensual feelings overwhelming me to the point that my eyes rolled in the back of my head. When I found strength and opened them I looked at Draco's left wrist. For the first time in my life, the skull sent shivers up my spine.

"Draco...no." Tears welled from my eyes as hurt pride and confusion filled me. I pulled my wrists from his grasp and eased him off my chest, looking at his lustful expression. "Not now."

"What's wrong?" He asked, swallowing raggedly as he reached up to wipe away my tears. I shook my head as my sobs came harder and my eyeliner started burning my eyes. The blond rolled to my left side, pulling me to his hold. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." I mumbled as he squeezed me, choking on my own tears. "Bloody hormones... I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Draco whispered, pushing my hair completely behind me as he kissed my forehead.

Something that felt so right couldn't be wrong. Nothing so sensual and practically natural... it wasn't. I was sure of that. But despite my own intuitive feelings, the tears didn't stop for another hour. And the entire time, Draco was there soothing me and wiping them away.