Posting for Emily, cause she's too busy, and we love her

“Knock, knock!” Hermione sang out as she and Jamie walked through the portrait that admitted them into Emily and Draco’s rooms.

“Hey,” Draco said glumly. He was sitting on the couch in the Common Room, drinking some pumpkin juice as he read the Daily Prophet.

“What’s wrong with you?” Hermione asked as she took one of the arm chairs. Jamie took the other as he looked around the room for Emily.

“Where’s the wifey?” Jamie teased.

“Puking in the bathroom,” Draco answered. He looked towards the bushy-haired witch, and added, “She’s sour that Alicia told me the sex of the baby, and is taking it out on…well, the use of our bed, we’ll say.”

“Eloquent way of putting my morning sickness, Malfoy,” Emily remarked as she walked down the staircase. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was donning a large t-shirt that looked like it belonged to Draco and a pair of his Slytherin green boxers. “And I told you I wanted to find out the normal way, not by my psychic sister.”

“How else would you like me to put it, Malfoy? She’s upstairs puking her brains out because she’s knocked up?” Draco bit back. “And just because you want to find out the normal way, doesn’t mean that I wanted to.”

Hermione and Jamie glanced at each other, Hermione nervous and Jamie amused.

“Maybe we should come back later,” Hermione said quietly as she started to stand.

“No, please, do stay,” Emily told them quickly. “Fine, Draco. Fine, have it your way! Go shop for the baby since you know the gender! Go pick out the colors and the blankets, and everything else we should have been able to do together! Including finding out the sex together! But since you know, you won’t need me. I don’t care what you do anymore, and you obviously don’t care about my feelings on the subject, especially since all you did was knock me up!” she screamed at Draco.

“It’s not like I’m going to go pick them out tomorrow! I’ll wait until you know. I’m not a complete prat, you know. And what was that you were talking about? Why are taking everything so seriously? You know that’s not how I had meant it!” Draco yelled back.

“She’s hormonal,” Jamie coughed none-too-subtly.

“I AM NOT HORMONAL!” Emily screeched at the wizard and Jamie chuckled a little before catching Draco’s warning look.

“Ems, why don’t we just calm down a little?” Draco asked gently as he took a step toward his wife.

“I am calm. I don’t need to calm down, Draco. You need to calm down,” she told him while she sniffled suddenly.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to leave?” Hermione asked apprehensively as she fidgeted in her seat.

“Yes,” Emily sniffled again. “Want some pumpkin juice?” she asked suddenly as she made her way toward the kitchen calmly, almost as if everything in the past twenty minutes hadn’t happened.

Emily busied herself in the kitchen for a while before Draco’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind and his chin settled in on her shoulder.

“What’s really going on with you?” he whispered.

“I told you, man! She’s horm—” Jamie started before Hermione slapped him upside the head to shut up.

“What does it matter to you?” Emily asked coldly. “You just knocked me up anyway; nothing important,” she whimpered.

“I did not knock you up,” he told her softly as he kissed the spot behind her ear that made her shiver. “I made love to you, and you’re now blessing me with a child. I’m sorry,” he whispered as his hands caressed her stomach over his Weird Sisters t-shirt.

“Promise that’s how you see it?” she whispered as tears silently slid down her cheeks.

“I promise,” he said as he kissed her temple. She turned in his arms and he held her tightly, wiping her tears away as he told her, “I’ll make it up to you tonight; show you what I’m talking about.” He grinned slyly at her and she smiled impishly.

“Too much information,” Jamie muttered as he stared at them disgustedly. He saw Emily as his little sister and did not want to think about what she and her husband did in the bedroom.

“How did you think this happened?” Emily laughed as she pointed towards her stomach.

“Please don’t tell me that you believed all of the stories your parents told you growing up about the stork or how when two people love each other so much,” Draco drawled with a teasing tone.

Jamie glared at them. “No, I did not believe those stories, and yes, I know how…that happened. I just don’t need to hear about it,” he corrected.

Emily laughed lightly before turning back into Draco’s embrace.

“If you promise not to buy everything we need or want, then I don’t have a problem with you shopping just a wee bit to get started. But I did want to do most of it together,” she whispered into his neck.

“Really?” he asked excitedly. He wore a cat that got the canary grin as she nodded and he kissed her soundly on the lips.

Emily cheerfully sat on the love seat, Draco sitting next to her. He caressed her stomach as she cuddled up next to him, both looking at their guests.

Hermione and Jamie stared at the couple in amusement; one moment they’re biting each other’s heads off, the next they’re lovey dovey on the couch as if nothing had happened to begin with.

“So, where’s everybody else?” Draco asked.

“Ron ate something with a love potion in it, so Ali and Harry took him to Slughorn for an antidote,” Jamie supplied with a chuckle.

“A love potion?” Emily asked, alarmed.

“It was meant for Harry, from that Romilda Vane girl, but Ron thought the candies were for him, and he ate them,” Jamie explained.

“That’s horrible,” Draco said, disgusted.

“He’ll be all right. Slughorn will fix him right up,” Hermione remarked.

“Oh, that, right, yes, of course he’ll be fine. I was talking about Vane. It’s pathetic that she’s had to resort to a love potion for a bloke to ask her out, isn’t it?” Draco asked.

Emily slapped his chest in response as Jamie snickered. Emily and Hermione exchanged a look before Emily gave a shocked squeal. Everyone looked at her in anticipation, but she hardly paid them attention.

Emily? Alicia’s voice sounded in her head.

Yes? she responded.

Ron’s been poisoned; I’ll explain in detail later, but we’re all in the Hospital Wing. Harry was able to shove a bezoar down his throat and save him, but he’s still unconscious.

Emily gasped and Draco looked at her in concern.

We’ll be right there, she thought as she jumped up from the couch and tugged on Draco’s arm.

“Ron’s in the Hospital Wing. He was poisoned! C’mon!” she yelled at them urgently. Nobody moved for a breath as they stared at her, her outburst surprising.

“Er, Emily?” Draco asked as he eyed her attire.

“What?” she huffed.

“Don’t you wanna put on some actual pants, rather than wear my boxers?” he asked with a smirk.

Emily glanced down at his boxers and blushed before running off up the stairs to change. She could hear Jamie, in the background, laughing heartily at her.

“Just you wait, Jamsie! I can’t wait until Alicia gets hormonal, and then we’ll see who’s laughing!” she yelled at him as she disappeared into her bedroom. She threw on some sweatpants and bounded down the stairs to grin at them.

Jamie’s smile had disappeared and he was staring at the spot where Emily had disappeared to before when she came back down the stairs, smirking. “Do you think she’ll notice my disappearance when that happens?” he asked them seriously. Everyone started laughing as they made their way to the infirmary, sobering up quickly as their thoughts turned to Ron.