Paste your document here...Hermione had come home from a long day at work to a longer night. She had stepped out of the Floo to see her daughter, Rose, and her step-son, Scorpius, on the carpet, with a book wide open and in one of the most compromising positions she'd ever seen, even if the two still had most of their clothes on.
The two attempted to scramble apart, but not before Hermione fired a body-bind that hit the two of them, freezing them in place. "Oh, no, Scorpius. If I get the pleasure of seeing this, so does your father, as it is happening right under his nose." Even under the body-bind, Scorpius visibly paled.
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Draco had laughed when he saw the position his children were in. He released them, and they scrambled off each other, sitting far apart on the couch, cheeks burning in shame.
"This is exactly why I asked you to get rid of that bloody book!" she almost yelled at him, ignoring the two teens for a moment.
"They were just having fun, I'm sure." Draco assured her.
"They were having SEX with their clothes on!" she insisted.
"We're not related!" Scorpius said, reminding Hermione that the kids were still there. "Beside, we are 16 and 17. I think we can manage."
"And Mom," Rose piped, obviously not sure if she should say this or not, "we were only following your directions." Hermione grabbed the book, and sure enough, there were her notes, along with her year, her sixth year in Hogwarts, to be exact.
"Bloody hell," she said, turning to take a bath. "Whatever you two decide to do with your own time is not my issue. Do not let me catch you again. And do not let me hear anything of babies." She stared at the children, and they looked like horny or not, they wouldn't be experimenting with a partner again anytime soon.
"And Draco dear?" He turned to her, hopeful for an invite to her nightly bath. "I expect that book to be burned by the time I get out."