06/30/04
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own the copyrights to Sweet Home Alabama.
A/N: Forgive me if Hermione should be more tired. Remember, she's had the baby two days ago. All right: Gillie is pronounced Gil(as in what a fish has)/E(as in the noise an E makes). Basically, gilly. Now, this is only to test whether or not a sequel would be a good idea right now. Try it out, and if you like it, please Read/Review!!!!!!!!!!
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One
July 3rd, 2008, Malfoy Manor
It was a hectic day at Malfoy Manor. Alexander Rupert Malfoy and his twin sister Abigail Rose were skipping around the house, chanting, "We're going to Hog-warts! We're going to Hog-warts!" Until finally their father had had it.
"Would you please SHUT UP!" roared Draco Malfoy at his oldest children. He was alone for the time being, as Hermione was at the hospital recovering after having their fifth--and last--child. He'd been locked up for three days with his two eleven-year-olds; a eight-year-old, Ian James; and the second youngest, a four-year-old, Gillian Eleanor. He glared at the twins. "I have just gotten Gillie to sleep, so do not start with me."
The twins looked slightly bashful. "But Papa," said Abi, pouting, "we've been looking forward to this since we were Ian's age."
Normally Abi pouting worked on Draco. But, after being locked inside for three days since his wife refused to have him at her delivery, his nerves-- and tolerance--were shot. "There is no reason for you to be shouting all the time," he said, in the quiet, rushed voice that his uncle had used on him growing up. "If you do so again, I will be forced to make you get a detailed history of Uncle Philip's gout problems from Auntie Usala. How would you like that?"
"Papa," started Alex, in the quiet way he would say something when he wanted something, "when are we going to go to Diagon Alley?"
Draco sighed. "When Mummy comes back from the hospital, Lex," he said, using the very short version of his first son's name. "And no arguing about it."
Alex shrugged at his sister, and ran to the front door, hearing a pounding noise. The huge mahogany swung open easily under his fingers. He grinned, seeing the person who had knocked. "Mummy!" he yelled, and ran to give her a hug.
"Hello, dear," Hermione Malfoy said to her son, holding what looked to be a large pile of blankets in her other arm.
Draco strode over to his wife, with Abi behind him. Straight-faced, he handed the new baby to Alex, the more responsible twin, and dipped his wife in a movie-star kiss. Recovering, he let her go and grinned. "Hey baby, what's shakin'?" he said, sounding like his eighteen-year-old self.
Hermione shook her head. "No way, buster. That's what got me at the hospital. It ain't happening." She took the new baby from Alex. "And don't you want to know the name of you new child?"
Draco raised his eye brows. "You named him? Or her?"
"Well, I picked from the names we both agreed on, and the name is Elizabeth Mae Malfoy." Hermione cooed at her baby girl, and rocked her, as the baby was starting to cry a bit. "She's hungry, so I'll go up to the nursery and feed her a bit, I suppose," she said, looking back at her husband, smiling slightly.
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About two hours later, they were all sitting in the family room, passing the new baby around, when a small pajama-clad figure, lugging a polar-bear teddy and a blanket, came in, rubbing her eyes.
She looked resentfully at her father. "I wet the bed," she said, resolutely, "but I changed my jammies, and," she took a breath, everyone covered their ears, "I WANT MUMMY!" Gillian Malfoy had inheirted her mother's ability to scream, long and loud.
"Gillie!" said Hermione sternly. "Mummy is here. Come over and look at your new little sister."
Gillie smiled, a picture of innocence, and climbed into her mother's lap. She had curly hair, like her mother, and it was white-blonde, like her father. Her eyes were gray like her Nonnie's and her nose was just like her Gumpa's, otherwise known as Orion Malfoy. "What's her name?" asked Gillian, touching the baby's nose.
"Elizabeth Mae," said Hermione, hoping Gillie wouldn't scream. Gillie had a tendancy to object to things that weren't abosolutely to her liking, just like her Nonnie.
"That's nice," said Gillie. She laughed, and smiled at her mum. "You know what? You got to name more babies that Daddy, because there's three girls and two boys!"
"This is true," said Draco, glaring suspiciously at his wife. "Very true, indeed."
Hermione smiled smugly. "Well, that is true, but you've no time to ponder it."
"Why?" said Draco, even more suspicious.
"Because you've got to change the bedding," said Hermione. "I can't, while I'm nursing. It could get back into my system and harm the baby."
"The House-Elves can do it," said Draco, forgetting that it was their day off. Hermione had gotten them to where, if they wouldn't be freed, they would at least have days off. "Oh, right, it's a day off." He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "bloody, sodding hell." Hermione glared, and indicated the children. "Well," he said, louder, "I'm off."
Hermione rolled her eyes at the retreating back of her husband. What a drama king. "Now," she said, turning to her children, "have you been good for daddy?"
They shifted in their seats, avoiding her eyes. "Well," said Alex, looking at Hermione's curls, which he had also inheirted, as well as her hair color, "I tried Mum. I can't vouch for Abi or Ian or Gillie, but I tried."
"I know you did, sweetheart," said Hermione, patting his shoulder. She turned to the other children. "Abi, I also know that you most likely preyed on every nerve of your father's. For that, you can clean your own rooms until you go to Hogwarts. Ian, you may not play with my, Dad's, or any of the toy broomsticks. Or any wands. Gillie, you aren't allowed any more liquids for three hours before bedtime. And all of you have to apologise to your father." She gathered the baby in her arms. "Now, I'm going upstairs and putting the baby up for a nap. If you wake me or her up, the trip to Diagon Alley will be post-poned for another week from this Thursday."
"Aw, Muuuuuummmmmm," whined Abi.
Hermione looked at her sternly.
"Yes, Mama," mumbled Abi, turning to walk away.
"Yes Thumper," said Hermione, amused. She took Eliza upstairs and put her in her bassinet before heading to her own featherbed to take a long, much- needed nap.
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Draco sighed. He hated cleaning up Gillie's messes. Sometimes he thought she'd wet the bed just to make him clean him up. What a Slytherin.
He opened his bedroom door quietly, seeing Hermione asleep on the bed. He tiptoed to the bathroom, and scrubbed his hands before running a brush through his hair. He yawned, and quietly crept over to the bed, climbing under the covers, he rolled to Hermione, wrapped his arms around her, and went to sleep.
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They woke up the next morning, yawning. Hermione had gotten up in the night to feed Eliza, but that was it. She was a very good baby.
Draco rose, and ran to the bathroom as Hermione sprinted behind him.
"Wait a sec," he said, his hand on the door, blocking his wife, "we have two showers, and a bath big enough for all of us, why are we racing?"
Hermione grinned. "Old habits die hard. Now," she said, pushing him, "move. I haven't had a shower in a few days, and I want one. So, move!"
Draco moved. Once she passed him, he went in and walked over to his shower.
However fine the bathroom in their Head's quaters was, it wasn't a match for this one. A golden bathtub was on one side, against a wall of windows that looked out on a lake. On each side of the tub, there was a shower. One of them had tiles all in red and gold. The other, emerald and silver. Towels of the colors hung on the towel racks beside the showers. Little tile signs hung on the door to the shower. One read 'Draco', it was emerald and silver, and the other read 'Hermione', and was red and gold.
The inside of the shower were cream tile, and silver showerhead and warm and cold handles. The floorspace was about two square yards.
As Draco turned the water in his shower on, he heard Hermione sigh with relief as the warm water hit her back.
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They both got out of the shower at the same time. Draco smirked at his wife.
"Have a good time?" he asked, amused. He wrapped a towel around his waist as he dried his hair off with another.
Hermione flicked him with her towel before she wrapped it around her upper body. "Yes, in fact, I did, Mr. Smartypants," she said, good humored.
He laughed, realizing how much they changed since Alex and Abi were born. "You know, love," he said, sauntering over to Hermione, who was eyeing him suspiciously, "I realized how much we've changed since the twin's were born."
"Really," said Hermione, dryly. "How much?"
Draco grinned smugly. "Not much, actually." He dodged a cake of soap, and jogged to his closet, closing the door.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" called Hermione. "You'll have to come out of that closet sometime!"
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Hermione, dressed in a pair of American Eagle jeans, which she had bought on a trip to America when the twins were five, and a lavender tank top, went down the back staircase to the kitchen.
All the kids were there. Including the new one.
"Who brought the baby downstairs?" asked Hermione suspiciously. She looked at her children, slightly paranoid about it.
"I did," said Ian. Ian was relatively responsible, and had never dropped a baby once. And he'd held his sister, and his cousins, Lily, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's daughter; and Uncle Ron's and Aunt Padma's son Mark and daughter Nina.
Hermione sighed in relief. Gillie was known to try to pull babies' head's off. And Abi lost interest and sometimes almost dropped them. "That's OK than," Hermione said. She put on an apron, and tied her hair--which was only to her shoulders now, and a little less curly, thanks to a smoothing- spell--up into a bun on the back of her head. "So, what do you all want for dinner?" she asked, turning on the stove with a flick of her wand.
"PIZZA!!" they all yelled. Eliza didn't seem fazed by the noise and only gurgled a bit in her high chair.
"I know dears, but what kind of pizza?" Hermione asked her children.
"Sausage!" Ian.
"Pepperoni!" Abi.
"Four cheese!" Gillie.
"Pineapple!" Alex.
Hermione wrinkled he rnose at her oldest son's choice. "Ugh. Pineapple?" she asked him.
He nodded. "Pineapple," he said. "I had it the other day when I was over playing with James and Sirius." James and Sirius Potter were his Uncle Harry's and Aunt Ginny's two oldest. James was eleven, and Sirius ten. James was going to Hogwarts that year with the twins and Ron and Padma's oldest daughter, Marie.
Hermione cocked an eyebrow. "And what, may I ask, are James and Sirius doing with pineapple pizza?"
Alex shrugged. "Auntie Ginny's on a new food kick. She's trying a new varity of an old favorite every week. She's making Uncle Harry, James, Sirius, Cat, and Lily go on it, too."
Hermione laughed. "That's Ginny!" she said, and made the dinner-plate sized individualy pizzas that her kids loved.
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Since it was a Wednsday night, they watched a movie after dinner. Hermione had been raised as a Muggle and she wanted her kids to have the best of both worlds. Hence the movie.
Now, since Draco was raised in the lap of luxury, they were able to have the best of the best of both worlds. So, after everyone had had dinner, and Draco came out of his closet, they all snuggled up in front of the plasma- screen TV and watched Sweet Home Alabama.
After the movie ended, Hermione and Draco had to levitate all the kids, including the twins, who had fallen asleep, up to their bedrooms and tucked them into bed.
Tired after a long day of parenting, they truged to their room, changed into PJ's, and went to bed. Hermione, of course, got up to feed the baby, but that was the only disturbance in a long night of deep sleep.
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A/N: Please forgive me if I got Hermione to perky for having had a baby two days ago. I'm the youngest of two. So, I don't know these things. So, what did you think of this? I rather like it. Haven't written a bit of chapter two, so you'll be waiting a while. Please review!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own the copyrights to Sweet Home Alabama.
A/N: Forgive me if Hermione should be more tired. Remember, she's had the baby two days ago. All right: Gillie is pronounced Gil(as in what a fish has)/E(as in the noise an E makes). Basically, gilly. Now, this is only to test whether or not a sequel would be a good idea right now. Try it out, and if you like it, please Read/Review!!!!!!!!!!
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One
July 3rd, 2008, Malfoy Manor
It was a hectic day at Malfoy Manor. Alexander Rupert Malfoy and his twin sister Abigail Rose were skipping around the house, chanting, "We're going to Hog-warts! We're going to Hog-warts!" Until finally their father had had it.
"Would you please SHUT UP!" roared Draco Malfoy at his oldest children. He was alone for the time being, as Hermione was at the hospital recovering after having their fifth--and last--child. He'd been locked up for three days with his two eleven-year-olds; a eight-year-old, Ian James; and the second youngest, a four-year-old, Gillian Eleanor. He glared at the twins. "I have just gotten Gillie to sleep, so do not start with me."
The twins looked slightly bashful. "But Papa," said Abi, pouting, "we've been looking forward to this since we were Ian's age."
Normally Abi pouting worked on Draco. But, after being locked inside for three days since his wife refused to have him at her delivery, his nerves-- and tolerance--were shot. "There is no reason for you to be shouting all the time," he said, in the quiet, rushed voice that his uncle had used on him growing up. "If you do so again, I will be forced to make you get a detailed history of Uncle Philip's gout problems from Auntie Usala. How would you like that?"
"Papa," started Alex, in the quiet way he would say something when he wanted something, "when are we going to go to Diagon Alley?"
Draco sighed. "When Mummy comes back from the hospital, Lex," he said, using the very short version of his first son's name. "And no arguing about it."
Alex shrugged at his sister, and ran to the front door, hearing a pounding noise. The huge mahogany swung open easily under his fingers. He grinned, seeing the person who had knocked. "Mummy!" he yelled, and ran to give her a hug.
"Hello, dear," Hermione Malfoy said to her son, holding what looked to be a large pile of blankets in her other arm.
Draco strode over to his wife, with Abi behind him. Straight-faced, he handed the new baby to Alex, the more responsible twin, and dipped his wife in a movie-star kiss. Recovering, he let her go and grinned. "Hey baby, what's shakin'?" he said, sounding like his eighteen-year-old self.
Hermione shook her head. "No way, buster. That's what got me at the hospital. It ain't happening." She took the new baby from Alex. "And don't you want to know the name of you new child?"
Draco raised his eye brows. "You named him? Or her?"
"Well, I picked from the names we both agreed on, and the name is Elizabeth Mae Malfoy." Hermione cooed at her baby girl, and rocked her, as the baby was starting to cry a bit. "She's hungry, so I'll go up to the nursery and feed her a bit, I suppose," she said, looking back at her husband, smiling slightly.
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About two hours later, they were all sitting in the family room, passing the new baby around, when a small pajama-clad figure, lugging a polar-bear teddy and a blanket, came in, rubbing her eyes.
She looked resentfully at her father. "I wet the bed," she said, resolutely, "but I changed my jammies, and," she took a breath, everyone covered their ears, "I WANT MUMMY!" Gillian Malfoy had inheirted her mother's ability to scream, long and loud.
"Gillie!" said Hermione sternly. "Mummy is here. Come over and look at your new little sister."
Gillie smiled, a picture of innocence, and climbed into her mother's lap. She had curly hair, like her mother, and it was white-blonde, like her father. Her eyes were gray like her Nonnie's and her nose was just like her Gumpa's, otherwise known as Orion Malfoy. "What's her name?" asked Gillian, touching the baby's nose.
"Elizabeth Mae," said Hermione, hoping Gillie wouldn't scream. Gillie had a tendancy to object to things that weren't abosolutely to her liking, just like her Nonnie.
"That's nice," said Gillie. She laughed, and smiled at her mum. "You know what? You got to name more babies that Daddy, because there's three girls and two boys!"
"This is true," said Draco, glaring suspiciously at his wife. "Very true, indeed."
Hermione smiled smugly. "Well, that is true, but you've no time to ponder it."
"Why?" said Draco, even more suspicious.
"Because you've got to change the bedding," said Hermione. "I can't, while I'm nursing. It could get back into my system and harm the baby."
"The House-Elves can do it," said Draco, forgetting that it was their day off. Hermione had gotten them to where, if they wouldn't be freed, they would at least have days off. "Oh, right, it's a day off." He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "bloody, sodding hell." Hermione glared, and indicated the children. "Well," he said, louder, "I'm off."
Hermione rolled her eyes at the retreating back of her husband. What a drama king. "Now," she said, turning to her children, "have you been good for daddy?"
They shifted in their seats, avoiding her eyes. "Well," said Alex, looking at Hermione's curls, which he had also inheirted, as well as her hair color, "I tried Mum. I can't vouch for Abi or Ian or Gillie, but I tried."
"I know you did, sweetheart," said Hermione, patting his shoulder. She turned to the other children. "Abi, I also know that you most likely preyed on every nerve of your father's. For that, you can clean your own rooms until you go to Hogwarts. Ian, you may not play with my, Dad's, or any of the toy broomsticks. Or any wands. Gillie, you aren't allowed any more liquids for three hours before bedtime. And all of you have to apologise to your father." She gathered the baby in her arms. "Now, I'm going upstairs and putting the baby up for a nap. If you wake me or her up, the trip to Diagon Alley will be post-poned for another week from this Thursday."
"Aw, Muuuuuummmmmm," whined Abi.
Hermione looked at her sternly.
"Yes, Mama," mumbled Abi, turning to walk away.
"Yes Thumper," said Hermione, amused. She took Eliza upstairs and put her in her bassinet before heading to her own featherbed to take a long, much- needed nap.
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Draco sighed. He hated cleaning up Gillie's messes. Sometimes he thought she'd wet the bed just to make him clean him up. What a Slytherin.
He opened his bedroom door quietly, seeing Hermione asleep on the bed. He tiptoed to the bathroom, and scrubbed his hands before running a brush through his hair. He yawned, and quietly crept over to the bed, climbing under the covers, he rolled to Hermione, wrapped his arms around her, and went to sleep.
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They woke up the next morning, yawning. Hermione had gotten up in the night to feed Eliza, but that was it. She was a very good baby.
Draco rose, and ran to the bathroom as Hermione sprinted behind him.
"Wait a sec," he said, his hand on the door, blocking his wife, "we have two showers, and a bath big enough for all of us, why are we racing?"
Hermione grinned. "Old habits die hard. Now," she said, pushing him, "move. I haven't had a shower in a few days, and I want one. So, move!"
Draco moved. Once she passed him, he went in and walked over to his shower.
However fine the bathroom in their Head's quaters was, it wasn't a match for this one. A golden bathtub was on one side, against a wall of windows that looked out on a lake. On each side of the tub, there was a shower. One of them had tiles all in red and gold. The other, emerald and silver. Towels of the colors hung on the towel racks beside the showers. Little tile signs hung on the door to the shower. One read 'Draco', it was emerald and silver, and the other read 'Hermione', and was red and gold.
The inside of the shower were cream tile, and silver showerhead and warm and cold handles. The floorspace was about two square yards.
As Draco turned the water in his shower on, he heard Hermione sigh with relief as the warm water hit her back.
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They both got out of the shower at the same time. Draco smirked at his wife.
"Have a good time?" he asked, amused. He wrapped a towel around his waist as he dried his hair off with another.
Hermione flicked him with her towel before she wrapped it around her upper body. "Yes, in fact, I did, Mr. Smartypants," she said, good humored.
He laughed, realizing how much they changed since Alex and Abi were born. "You know, love," he said, sauntering over to Hermione, who was eyeing him suspiciously, "I realized how much we've changed since the twin's were born."
"Really," said Hermione, dryly. "How much?"
Draco grinned smugly. "Not much, actually." He dodged a cake of soap, and jogged to his closet, closing the door.
"You can run, but you can't hide!" called Hermione. "You'll have to come out of that closet sometime!"
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Hermione, dressed in a pair of American Eagle jeans, which she had bought on a trip to America when the twins were five, and a lavender tank top, went down the back staircase to the kitchen.
All the kids were there. Including the new one.
"Who brought the baby downstairs?" asked Hermione suspiciously. She looked at her children, slightly paranoid about it.
"I did," said Ian. Ian was relatively responsible, and had never dropped a baby once. And he'd held his sister, and his cousins, Lily, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's daughter; and Uncle Ron's and Aunt Padma's son Mark and daughter Nina.
Hermione sighed in relief. Gillie was known to try to pull babies' head's off. And Abi lost interest and sometimes almost dropped them. "That's OK than," Hermione said. She put on an apron, and tied her hair--which was only to her shoulders now, and a little less curly, thanks to a smoothing- spell--up into a bun on the back of her head. "So, what do you all want for dinner?" she asked, turning on the stove with a flick of her wand.
"PIZZA!!" they all yelled. Eliza didn't seem fazed by the noise and only gurgled a bit in her high chair.
"I know dears, but what kind of pizza?" Hermione asked her children.
"Sausage!" Ian.
"Pepperoni!" Abi.
"Four cheese!" Gillie.
"Pineapple!" Alex.
Hermione wrinkled he rnose at her oldest son's choice. "Ugh. Pineapple?" she asked him.
He nodded. "Pineapple," he said. "I had it the other day when I was over playing with James and Sirius." James and Sirius Potter were his Uncle Harry's and Aunt Ginny's two oldest. James was eleven, and Sirius ten. James was going to Hogwarts that year with the twins and Ron and Padma's oldest daughter, Marie.
Hermione cocked an eyebrow. "And what, may I ask, are James and Sirius doing with pineapple pizza?"
Alex shrugged. "Auntie Ginny's on a new food kick. She's trying a new varity of an old favorite every week. She's making Uncle Harry, James, Sirius, Cat, and Lily go on it, too."
Hermione laughed. "That's Ginny!" she said, and made the dinner-plate sized individualy pizzas that her kids loved.
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Since it was a Wednsday night, they watched a movie after dinner. Hermione had been raised as a Muggle and she wanted her kids to have the best of both worlds. Hence the movie.
Now, since Draco was raised in the lap of luxury, they were able to have the best of the best of both worlds. So, after everyone had had dinner, and Draco came out of his closet, they all snuggled up in front of the plasma- screen TV and watched Sweet Home Alabama.
After the movie ended, Hermione and Draco had to levitate all the kids, including the twins, who had fallen asleep, up to their bedrooms and tucked them into bed.
Tired after a long day of parenting, they truged to their room, changed into PJ's, and went to bed. Hermione, of course, got up to feed the baby, but that was the only disturbance in a long night of deep sleep.
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A/N: Please forgive me if I got Hermione to perky for having had a baby two days ago. I'm the youngest of two. So, I don't know these things. So, what did you think of this? I rather like it. Haven't written a bit of chapter two, so you'll be waiting a while. Please review!!!!!!!!!!