Unnatural | D.M.

Chapter Forty-Six

"Alright. Just tell me." Hermione took my hands in hers and I bit my lower lip, my heart picking up slightly.

"I..." I couldn't bring myself to say it without bursting into tears. She searched my eyes and pressed her lips together, nodding.

"I know." I pressed my eyebrows together and she gave me a small smile. "It's okay, Delia."

"But it's not." I whispered, looking down at my thumbs.

"Who?"

"Um...Draco Malfoy." I mumbled his name, still uncomfortable admitting it not because I was embarrassed of him but because of the damage it would cause.

"You're barking." She crossed her arms, eyebrow raised and I shook my head.

"You better tell Harry. He's going to be livid." I groaned, covering my face with my hands and to my surprise, she brought me into a hug. A knock at the door made us both let go and get up, wands out. Cautiously stepping towards the door, the floorboards creaked under my feet just as Bill came out from the hallway. He quietly turned the knob, letting in the sunlight from outside as a tall figure stood in the doorway. I lowered my wand when I realized who it was and let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

"Remus." Bill said, taking him into a hug. Lupin greeted all of us, saving me for last.

"How are you?" He asked, a twinkle in his eye.

"Managing." I said, giving him a side smile. He reached into his coat pocket and handed me a box wrapped haphazardly with newspaper. I nodded, placing the box behind a pillow on the couch to put away later. I wasn't bothered to open it because I knew they were probably vitamins of some sort.

"Come, everyone." Fleur said with her elegant and timeless accent, beckoning us to the table.

"So what news have you got for us?" Bill asked, sitting next to Lupin as the rest of us took our seats while I was wedged between Harry and Hermione.

"Sorry but is anyone hungry? I have some soup I made earlier." Fleur asked sweetly and I sat up straight in my chair. I was hungry.

"What kind of soup?"

"Just chicken."

"I'll have some." Harry and I said at the same time, earning a chuckle from Lupin.

"Seriously Delia, you have to get it through your head that you'll never be the Chosen One. Quit while you're ahead." Harry nudged me and I rolled my eyes.

"Seeing as I wouldn't enjoy being legally blind, I wouldn't worry too much." I flicked his glasses just as Fleur placed two bowls of soup in front of us. My mouth watered at the scent that wafted into my nostrils. The herbs and smell of the small piece of toast sitting in the bowl were exquisite.

"I don't think I've ever liked chicken soup this much." I said, taking a spoonful into my mouth, not caring that I'd burned my tongue.

"Well, you two, you'd better get ready."

"Why's that?" Ron asked, eyeing Harry's soup and trying to sneak a piece of bread for himself.

"Bloody hell, Ron. Get your own soup if you're hungry." Harry muttered, a smile poking at his lips. Fleur got up and went to get a bowl for Ron and I sighed. Boys.

"They're Teddy's godparents." I stopped mid swallow and looked at Lupin who was smiling.

"You don't mean-?"

"Yes, Dora gave birth to him just a few days ago." He said proudly, everyone congratulating him. I was very happy for Lupin but a part of me also felt afraid because it was a reminder of what I would have to go through in a few months. I knew I'd have Lupin and Tonks and Hermione but the two boys who were of high importance to me I was unsure of. Harry and Draco hated each other and with reason. I won't excuse Draco. I'd like to pretend that Draco and I would have our child and raise her or him together in a home but our future was dangling by a very thin strand. On one hand I felt like I should be telling Draco to step up but on the other, I couldn't fathom telling him to abandon his family completely, leaving him with no support system no matter how cruel they were.  I cupped my abdomen, a smile plastered on my face to hide my terror.

Harry and I walked on the beach for a while after Lupin left and we were now throwing rocks into the cold water. In certain ways, telling Harry felt very much like telling my father or some other adult. Harry had always seemed more mature than his age and although we shared the same age, I thought of him as an older brother.

"D'you reckon he'll like us? I don't know much about babies." He asked, squatting to pick a rock from those scattered at his feet.

"Dunno. Probably. I don't have experience either so don't feel bad." I really didn't and it was frightening. I knew the basics like feeding every two hours, no sleep, etc.

"I bet I'll do better at changing diapers than you."

"I think Hermione would be better than the two of us." I chuckled, tucking my hair behind my ear as I threw a round, flat rock. A moment of silence passed between us and I fiddled with the ends of my red hair. He could explode or not say a thing. Frankly I didn't know which I would prefer.

"Harry, I'm pregnant." I said in a rushed sentence, breath caught in my throat. The smile disappeared from his face and his eyes moved to my stomach then back to my eyes.

"No you're not."

"I'm serious, Harry." He laughed, shaking his head.

"And who's the father? No wait, let me guess. Malfoy?" He scoffed, chuckling to himself. I remained silent and his smile slowly disappeared again. Harry took a step towards me and I pressed my lips together. I did that a lot.

"That's not funny, Delia."

"I'm not laughing."

"How could-Why.. Why would you go and do something like that for?!" He raised his voice, throwing his hands in the air.

"I didn't plan this, Harry."

"Well what were you thinking sleeping with a guy like that? He's a complete arse!"

"He's different."

"Oh please. You're just so stuck on this quest to change him but he will always be the same cockroach he was the day I met him first year."

"You of all people know that others are not what they seem. If you look closer-"

"I don't want to look closer! He was going to kill Dumbledore. He helped the Dark Lord. I mean, who's side are you on?" Harry backed away from me and strode off, angry. I sat down on the damp sand and rested my chin on my fist. He was angry and I could see why. I still couldn't say which reaction was better.