Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all characters with the exception of a few
A/N Harry's wife reflects on someone I hate very much. R&R back AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
HERMONE'S CHILDREN
Hermione was about to fall into a deep sleep when Michael shook her awake.
"Mummy, you have to stay awake, it's New Year's Eve!" shouted the spoiled, bratty 9-year-old Michael.
"Alright, just stop shaking me so much, to fall out of the bed!" Hermione replied back to her son sleepily. Draco had left Hermione once she was 3 months pregnant with little Michael. Harry had already had a daughter named Eve. Harry had always been there for Herms but just 2 years ago, he met, ugly, old Sarah. She always thought that they could be a family together (Harry, Michael, and Hermione) but evidently that never worked out. Harry was the only one she could really talk to openly.
"Mummy, Michael threw a hard ball on my forehead and now there it a red spot on it, and I can't go to Hogwarts looking like that!" whined Vanessa an 11-year-old-girl, about to catch the train at 3-and-a-half-quarters, her hair curled and her face looking like a clown with all the makeup she put on herself.
"Well, first of all, you can't go looking like-," said Hermione, interrupted, which she did not like at all.
"Yeah, I know I can't go looking like there's a huge pimple on my forehead!" interrupted Vanessa at once.
"Yes, but what I was about to say was that you can't go looking like a clown, with all that makeup on your already-beautiful face, Vanessa dear!" answered Hermione in an irritated voice
" Yes, but what about the pimple on my forehead!" screamed Vanessa in an equally irritated voice.
"We'll just charm it to heal itself." Said Hermione in a now calm, and peaceful voice. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Hermione went to go get it, puzzled. To her surprise Draco Malfoy, the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life, was kneeling on the concrete, holding a ring case unempty, for it had the hugest diamond rock attached to a silver band.
"Hermione Ann Granger will you marry me?" Draco hopefully said quite loudly.
"Why not Draco Malfoy?" Hermione answered cheerfully, with tears spilling onto her cheek then eventually to the hard wood floor (when you review tell me if that was a good part or exaggerated to the highest level. Sorry.)
"Ewe, mummy's snogging with another boy in the open doorway." Said Michael disgusted as he ran up and shut the door to his room.