A/N: this is the sequel to "Too Much To Drink?" but it can go on its own.
Thank you for taking time in your day to read. Enjoy
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Not an Accident By blah gurl
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"Elizabeth! Come here, please." A short seven-year-old with dirty blonde hair came through the door from her backyard. "Lizzy, what have I told you about teasing your little brother?"
"I didn't do nothing, Daddy! He fell off the swing by himself. Honest!" She tugged on her red t-shirt, trying not to look her father in the eyes. He was sitting on the floor with a four-year-old in his lap, crying. The little boy's overalls where sliding off his shoulders and his big brown eyes were filled with tears. His father patted his messy brown hair.
"Lizzy, please be nice to your brother, or no TV for a week. We've already been through this. Now go outside and play nicely." The father picked up his son and stood him on his feet. The two children went back outside in the summer sun, like nothing happened.
The phone rang, and the tall, muscular twenty-four-year-old stood up to answer it. He walked to the hall table and picked up the rusty colored phone.
"Hello?"
"Harry! Guess what? I got it! I got the job!" The voice was screaming on the other end.
"Congratulations, Hermione! When do you have to be there?"
"A week before the students come. It's going to be so exciting! But, I won't be able to come home for a year. Maybe at Christmas time I could, but I'm not sure." The women let out a long sigh, as if she had lost a lot of sleep in the past few days.
"Well, when are you coming home today?" Harry walked to the back door, leaned on the frame, and watched his kids playing.
"I'm not. Professor Dumbledore says that I should just stay for the night."
"Why? You know you got it and if you have to be there a week before school starts, I'm sure that's plenty of time to prepare for classes. Right?"
"Yes, but he says I should stay because hundreds of wizards are apperating right now and.well, it could get messy."
"I see. I wouldn't want half of you and half of someone else, now would I?" Harry smiled at his own joke.
"Well, there's a line behind me to use the phone at this muggle restaurant, so I should go. Talk to you tomorrow. Love you."
"Love you too." Harry smiled and hung the phone back on the hook and went back outside.
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"Daddy, when in Mum coming home?" Junior twirled the spaghetti around his plate with his fork.
"Not tonight, she's staying at a Hotel in London. Don't play with your food, eat it." Harry scolded his youngest offspring.
"I don't like spaghetti! I want ice cream and cookies for dinner." Lizzy shouted, throwing her fork down on her plate. Harry and Junior looked at her in surprise. All though Harry didn't scold her, he had a mysterious look in his eyes. "Dad, what's wrong with you?" His daughter sat back in her chair, as if he was about to attack her.
"What have I told you two about not putting your plates in the sink?" Harry said, trying to sound like he was serious. "This is not healthy food for you to eat! Get up! Put those plates and dishes in the sink and if I don't see three spoons, that tub of ice cream and a package of cookies on the table in 2 minutes, your both grounded!" Harry's children jumped up and loaded the sink with the dinner dishes.
Three minutes later, the three were eating ice cream and cookies as if they had never eaten before.
"Hey, Junior, I bet I can take a bigger bite of ice cream than you!" Lizzy challenged her brother.
"No you can't!" The two siblings scooped their spoons deep into the container of ice cream and pulled out huge mouthfuls. Lizzy managed to fit all of it in her mouth, but Junior could only get half.
"Ha! Told you!" Lizzy laughed through the mouthful. Junior shot her a dirty look and flung the ice cream left on his spoon into her face. Lizzy stopped laughing and looked at her father to punish him.
Harry, laughing hysterically, grab a spoonful and threw it into his daughter's face as well. This caused Junior to go into a fit of giggles. While Lizzy didn't think it funny at all, she threw a wad of cream into her brother's face. Then one into her Dad's face.
Several minutes later, the three were covered in melting ice cream and laughing nonstop.
"Harry!" Harry wheeled around just in time to see Ron Weasley pop out of thin air.
"Ron! Not in front of them!" Harry said through gritted teeth. He moved his sticky hand to his face to wipe away the melting cream falling from his hair to his eyes.
"Sorry, I forgot. Speaking of children, Lavender's pregnant!" Ron jumped up and down like a little girl. Harry stood to give his friend a hug, but Ron held up a hand to keep him back. "I don't want to look like a sticky Popsicle, like you do. Where's Hermione?"
"Uh, kids, stay here and start cleaning up. Ron and I are going to go talk in the other room for a few minutes." Harry led Ron to the den downstairs, out of the kids ear reach.
"Where is Hermione? I want to tell her the good news!" Ron sat on the couch, but Harry stood. He knew his wife would kill him if he got ice cream all over the furniture like a little kid would.
"Well, Dumbledore sent a letter for her to come to Hogwarts immediately. So she went the morning before they got up," he pointed to the closed kitchen door. "Then she called me later and said that she is a new professor at Hogwarts."
"Oh, what is she teaching?"
"Um.she never told me. She said she would be back tomorrow. So, when did you and Lavender find out? Is she really excited?" Harry walked to the mantle and looked at the baby pictures sitting on top of it. One was of Hermione in the hospital with Lizzy, and the other the same, except with Junior.
"This morning. She had one of those home tests, but it was unclear, so we went to the doctors' this afternoon and it's confirmed." Ron smiled as he said these words, for the hundredth time today.
"Do you want a big family? Like yours?" Harry turned to face his long time friend.
"I don't know. I kind of do, but I don't think Lavender does. Maybe three or four children will be enough for us. What about you? Do you want more kids, Harry?"
Harry crossed his arms, but lifted a hand to rub his chin. "I'm not sure. If Hermione gets pregnant again, sure, I'm all for it. But if not, I'm happy too."
"Well, I should get back to Lavender. She said she doesn't want to be alone for too long. This world is scary, we should've stayed and lived in Hogsmeade. Muggles just scare the heck out of me. I think we'll probably move to Hogsmeade once the baby comes. Thank for talking." Ron stood and shook Harry's hand. He popped back out, Harry shaking his head. He still didn't want his kids to know about magic.
"Lizzy! Junior! Time for bed!" Harry took his kids upstairs, cleaned them off, and put them to bed.
Harry went to his room and pulled out a trunk from under the bed. He opened it and looked over his wizarding things. He lifted out an old dusty book that had been used many times by his wife. He opened 'Hogwarts: A History' and looked through the pages. Memories came flooding back from his school days, including the day of the party in seventh year. The night he and Hermione were drunk.the same night she became pregnant by accident with Lizzy.
Though they had discussed it many times, Harry still thought that Hermione would have slept with anyone that was accidentally standing to close to her during her kissing contest with Ginny Weasley. She had taken it one step to far, leading Harry upstairs to his dorm. What if it had been Ron standing next to her? Would she have slept with him, or did she really love Harry? He always thought she forced herself to love him because she was pregnant.with his child.
Harry climbed into bed, still thinking about this like many times before. He muttered a spell to put out the light and rolled over to give Hermione a good night kiss, only to find that she wasn't there. He had to be careful as to not do magic around his children. He didn't want them to get the wrong impression of him or Hermione.
But down the hall, a young girl was walking towards the bathroom, only to here her father speak words she didn't know and the lights going out. Was she dreaming? Or was her father magic, like in all her fantasy books? Even though this has happened to her before, it seemed more realistic now, at night, without mum home.
~To Be Continued~
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A/N: okay, how was that? A little rough, I know, but I will work on it more. Suggestions and comments are always welcome via reviews (hint hint) thank you for reading k bye blah gurl
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Not an Accident By blah gurl
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"Elizabeth! Come here, please." A short seven-year-old with dirty blonde hair came through the door from her backyard. "Lizzy, what have I told you about teasing your little brother?"
"I didn't do nothing, Daddy! He fell off the swing by himself. Honest!" She tugged on her red t-shirt, trying not to look her father in the eyes. He was sitting on the floor with a four-year-old in his lap, crying. The little boy's overalls where sliding off his shoulders and his big brown eyes were filled with tears. His father patted his messy brown hair.
"Lizzy, please be nice to your brother, or no TV for a week. We've already been through this. Now go outside and play nicely." The father picked up his son and stood him on his feet. The two children went back outside in the summer sun, like nothing happened.
The phone rang, and the tall, muscular twenty-four-year-old stood up to answer it. He walked to the hall table and picked up the rusty colored phone.
"Hello?"
"Harry! Guess what? I got it! I got the job!" The voice was screaming on the other end.
"Congratulations, Hermione! When do you have to be there?"
"A week before the students come. It's going to be so exciting! But, I won't be able to come home for a year. Maybe at Christmas time I could, but I'm not sure." The women let out a long sigh, as if she had lost a lot of sleep in the past few days.
"Well, when are you coming home today?" Harry walked to the back door, leaned on the frame, and watched his kids playing.
"I'm not. Professor Dumbledore says that I should just stay for the night."
"Why? You know you got it and if you have to be there a week before school starts, I'm sure that's plenty of time to prepare for classes. Right?"
"Yes, but he says I should stay because hundreds of wizards are apperating right now and.well, it could get messy."
"I see. I wouldn't want half of you and half of someone else, now would I?" Harry smiled at his own joke.
"Well, there's a line behind me to use the phone at this muggle restaurant, so I should go. Talk to you tomorrow. Love you."
"Love you too." Harry smiled and hung the phone back on the hook and went back outside.
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"Daddy, when in Mum coming home?" Junior twirled the spaghetti around his plate with his fork.
"Not tonight, she's staying at a Hotel in London. Don't play with your food, eat it." Harry scolded his youngest offspring.
"I don't like spaghetti! I want ice cream and cookies for dinner." Lizzy shouted, throwing her fork down on her plate. Harry and Junior looked at her in surprise. All though Harry didn't scold her, he had a mysterious look in his eyes. "Dad, what's wrong with you?" His daughter sat back in her chair, as if he was about to attack her.
"What have I told you two about not putting your plates in the sink?" Harry said, trying to sound like he was serious. "This is not healthy food for you to eat! Get up! Put those plates and dishes in the sink and if I don't see three spoons, that tub of ice cream and a package of cookies on the table in 2 minutes, your both grounded!" Harry's children jumped up and loaded the sink with the dinner dishes.
Three minutes later, the three were eating ice cream and cookies as if they had never eaten before.
"Hey, Junior, I bet I can take a bigger bite of ice cream than you!" Lizzy challenged her brother.
"No you can't!" The two siblings scooped their spoons deep into the container of ice cream and pulled out huge mouthfuls. Lizzy managed to fit all of it in her mouth, but Junior could only get half.
"Ha! Told you!" Lizzy laughed through the mouthful. Junior shot her a dirty look and flung the ice cream left on his spoon into her face. Lizzy stopped laughing and looked at her father to punish him.
Harry, laughing hysterically, grab a spoonful and threw it into his daughter's face as well. This caused Junior to go into a fit of giggles. While Lizzy didn't think it funny at all, she threw a wad of cream into her brother's face. Then one into her Dad's face.
Several minutes later, the three were covered in melting ice cream and laughing nonstop.
"Harry!" Harry wheeled around just in time to see Ron Weasley pop out of thin air.
"Ron! Not in front of them!" Harry said through gritted teeth. He moved his sticky hand to his face to wipe away the melting cream falling from his hair to his eyes.
"Sorry, I forgot. Speaking of children, Lavender's pregnant!" Ron jumped up and down like a little girl. Harry stood to give his friend a hug, but Ron held up a hand to keep him back. "I don't want to look like a sticky Popsicle, like you do. Where's Hermione?"
"Uh, kids, stay here and start cleaning up. Ron and I are going to go talk in the other room for a few minutes." Harry led Ron to the den downstairs, out of the kids ear reach.
"Where is Hermione? I want to tell her the good news!" Ron sat on the couch, but Harry stood. He knew his wife would kill him if he got ice cream all over the furniture like a little kid would.
"Well, Dumbledore sent a letter for her to come to Hogwarts immediately. So she went the morning before they got up," he pointed to the closed kitchen door. "Then she called me later and said that she is a new professor at Hogwarts."
"Oh, what is she teaching?"
"Um.she never told me. She said she would be back tomorrow. So, when did you and Lavender find out? Is she really excited?" Harry walked to the mantle and looked at the baby pictures sitting on top of it. One was of Hermione in the hospital with Lizzy, and the other the same, except with Junior.
"This morning. She had one of those home tests, but it was unclear, so we went to the doctors' this afternoon and it's confirmed." Ron smiled as he said these words, for the hundredth time today.
"Do you want a big family? Like yours?" Harry turned to face his long time friend.
"I don't know. I kind of do, but I don't think Lavender does. Maybe three or four children will be enough for us. What about you? Do you want more kids, Harry?"
Harry crossed his arms, but lifted a hand to rub his chin. "I'm not sure. If Hermione gets pregnant again, sure, I'm all for it. But if not, I'm happy too."
"Well, I should get back to Lavender. She said she doesn't want to be alone for too long. This world is scary, we should've stayed and lived in Hogsmeade. Muggles just scare the heck out of me. I think we'll probably move to Hogsmeade once the baby comes. Thank for talking." Ron stood and shook Harry's hand. He popped back out, Harry shaking his head. He still didn't want his kids to know about magic.
"Lizzy! Junior! Time for bed!" Harry took his kids upstairs, cleaned them off, and put them to bed.
Harry went to his room and pulled out a trunk from under the bed. He opened it and looked over his wizarding things. He lifted out an old dusty book that had been used many times by his wife. He opened 'Hogwarts: A History' and looked through the pages. Memories came flooding back from his school days, including the day of the party in seventh year. The night he and Hermione were drunk.the same night she became pregnant by accident with Lizzy.
Though they had discussed it many times, Harry still thought that Hermione would have slept with anyone that was accidentally standing to close to her during her kissing contest with Ginny Weasley. She had taken it one step to far, leading Harry upstairs to his dorm. What if it had been Ron standing next to her? Would she have slept with him, or did she really love Harry? He always thought she forced herself to love him because she was pregnant.with his child.
Harry climbed into bed, still thinking about this like many times before. He muttered a spell to put out the light and rolled over to give Hermione a good night kiss, only to find that she wasn't there. He had to be careful as to not do magic around his children. He didn't want them to get the wrong impression of him or Hermione.
But down the hall, a young girl was walking towards the bathroom, only to here her father speak words she didn't know and the lights going out. Was she dreaming? Or was her father magic, like in all her fantasy books? Even though this has happened to her before, it seemed more realistic now, at night, without mum home.
~To Be Continued~
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A/N: okay, how was that? A little rough, I know, but I will work on it more. Suggestions and comments are always welcome via reviews (hint hint) thank you for reading k bye blah gurl