~*~
My name is Hermione Granger. I'm in my sixth year and I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley often say that I'm too smart for my own good, but let's just pass that.
I walked into the greenhouse, but I noticed Professor McGonagall and Sprout were there. Sprout was straightening her usually organized desk, talking to McGonagall. Everything was moved and all the chairs were spread out into rows. The potted plants were moved outside. Ron and Harry were still in the Great Hall, eating breakfast, while I came early. "Professor, what are you doing?"
McGonagall seemed to jump back startled while her hand clung to her shirt. [But hey I never said that she was young.] Sprout looked surprised by the outburst, but McGonagall's lips formed a small smile. "You'll see..." I grinned slightly. "I'll be back in second." She said while walking out the door, Professor Sprout followed. Soon already all the other students were gathering in and both professors were gone. I saw Harry and Ron eloped into a crowd, but finally pushing my way through, I caught up with them.
"What's the problem?" Harry said.
"Don't know...probably setting up for a special lesson." Ron suggested.
"That ...would be interesting..." On the chairs we each sat down next to each other. I noticed that Lavender and Parvati were there, but also Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Usually, it was only potions for us to have an inter-house lesson with the Slytherins. Of course I minded. Parkinson hated my guts and to have her breathing down your neck made me a bit paranoid.
"What did you say was happening?" Harry whispered into my ear. "No idea." I said back. Most everybody was getting a bit rowdy, but when McGonagall and Sprout finally came I sighed in relief. McGonagall walked through each row and stood in front of the room. "Hello." She said.
"Hello!" The class repeated back. I noticed Malfoy leaning on his chair, smirking. He definitely changed over the summer. His blonde hair was in gelled spikes, but it caught this certain elegance that caused the girls to swoon. I really don't know how to say this, but his face...was less pointy?!! Okay, I guess you could say he's hott, but that doesn't mean I like him. Right?
McGonagall cleared her throat and my gaze turned back at her.
"Good morning. Most of you have already noticed the change in the scenery, but I have a reasoned explanation. Professor Dumbledore asked of me for our sixth years to take our "Home Economics Class". Every day, instead of taking your normally scheduled Herbology, you will be issued on 'baby care' and marriage."
Several boys grinned while McGonagall took a look of disgust.
"In other words, responsibility and life after Hogwarts."
I looked at Ron and Harry. Ron's bored expression suddenly looked interested. I mean hey, who wouldn't? You were getting married at sixteen.
"Professor Sprout will be teaching it."
Everybody stared at her excitedly. "You will be assigned to you husband or wife soon. This is your baby." She pointed to a small blue egg. "Boy or girl, we chose."
"Also." Interrupted Sprout. "Professor Dumbledore thought it would be nice if we matched up Gryffindors and Slytherins. That means you would have to work together."
I gaped at her. There is no Slytherin I would like to marry and have children with!
Everybody looked at her angrily; obviously they had the same opinion I had.
Ron stood up. "Are you kidding us? I mean working with those slimy gits!" Several Slytherins shot up angrily, so did the Gryffindors. "Enough!" McGonagall said angrily. "Do you see the whole point doing this?"
"Yeah...us showing the Slytherins who is boss." Harry said.
"Quiet. Professor Sprout will now be announcing the husbands and wives." McGonagall said. She handed Sprout a large piece of parchment, just like the one in the Sorting Ceremony. There was a deep silence in the room that could have been cut with a knife.
Her voice suddenly spoke. "Neville Longbottom and Pansy Parkinson." Neville was next to me, so I gave him a sympathetic pat. He whimpered while Ron and Harry sent worried glances his way.
Pansy, who was behind me screeched. "NOOO!!"
"Come up." In the front of the room, was a small altar. A basket was on the floor, but it held small eggs. Neville and she walked slowly. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." Sprout said while Pansy kept complaining in her annoying voice. "No, no, no! This can't be happening to me! Dracooo!!! She screamed.
"This isn't real marriage...you know that right?" Sprout said surprised.
"You did this!!! I know you did!!" Pansy yelled at McGonagall. 'Okay...what a maniac...' I thought. Almost every Gryffindor tried to hide their sniggers, but I could see Malfoy trying to hide his face. He was embarrassed. I actually felt sorry for Parkinson, who fancied a guy that would never be interested in her.
Sprout handed her a blue egg. "A boy, do you have a name?" Pansy sniffed and pulled out a small handkerchief from her robe. "Draco Jr." She said.
"Yes, a good name. Draco Jr. Longbottom." Neville looked at her strangely, but they walked back to their seats. Sprout continued.
"Ron Weasley and Millicent Bulstrode." Ron gasped in shock, but stunned he walked to the altar. He received a girl egg and named her Alice, it was Millicent's idea. Of course he had to agree or wouldn't live the next day to "take care of her".
Soon Harry was partnered with Blaise Zabini. He looked terrified, but after a huge argument with her, received a blue egg name James. "She wanted to name him Cornelia." He whispered while I sighed. It would be over soon.
"Lavender Brown and Gregory Goyle."
"Sally-Anne Perks and Vincent Crabbe."
"Hermione Granger and." She paused while I waited nervously. "Draco Malfoy."
I almost screamed like Pansy did. It was your worst nightmare to be married to your enemy, but Malfoy was a million times worse. By all means, he didn't look that happy either. His usual smirk was replaced by shock and a look of disgust.
My eyes were wide. Why me?
We both walked up to the altar. Harry and Ron were gaping. Professor Sprout handed us a pink egg. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You have girl." She said.
"Melody Anna Malfoy." I sighed, but said simply.
"What!?" Malfoy said.
"Melody An—'
"I know what it means!"
"Then why did you ask!!?"
I meant how you came up with it!!!"
"Oh well!"
"Anyway, I wanted Narcissa Malfoy!"
"Your mother??!
"Yes! Do you have a problem with that?"
"For my daughter's name...yes!!"
"Narcissa!"
"Melody Anna!"
"Narcissa!"
"Melody Anna!"
"Narcissa!"
"Melody Anna!"
"Narcissa!"
"Narcissa!"
"Melody Anna! Oh damn!"
"I win!" I said while grinning. Professor Sprout looked at us strangely, but handed us the egg.
I hate to say this, but it's only the beginning.
~*~
My name is Hermione Granger. I'm in my sixth year and I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley often say that I'm too smart for my own good, but let's just pass that.
I walked into the greenhouse, but I noticed Professor McGonagall and Sprout were there. Sprout was straightening her usually organized desk, talking to McGonagall. Everything was moved and all the chairs were spread out into rows. The potted plants were moved outside. Ron and Harry were still in the Great Hall, eating breakfast, while I came early. "Professor, what are you doing?"
McGonagall seemed to jump back startled while her hand clung to her shirt. [But hey I never said that she was young.] Sprout looked surprised by the outburst, but McGonagall's lips formed a small smile. "You'll see..." I grinned slightly. "I'll be back in second." She said while walking out the door, Professor Sprout followed. Soon already all the other students were gathering in and both professors were gone. I saw Harry and Ron eloped into a crowd, but finally pushing my way through, I caught up with them.
"What's the problem?" Harry said.
"Don't know...probably setting up for a special lesson." Ron suggested.
"That ...would be interesting..." On the chairs we each sat down next to each other. I noticed that Lavender and Parvati were there, but also Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Usually, it was only potions for us to have an inter-house lesson with the Slytherins. Of course I minded. Parkinson hated my guts and to have her breathing down your neck made me a bit paranoid.
"What did you say was happening?" Harry whispered into my ear. "No idea." I said back. Most everybody was getting a bit rowdy, but when McGonagall and Sprout finally came I sighed in relief. McGonagall walked through each row and stood in front of the room. "Hello." She said.
"Hello!" The class repeated back. I noticed Malfoy leaning on his chair, smirking. He definitely changed over the summer. His blonde hair was in gelled spikes, but it caught this certain elegance that caused the girls to swoon. I really don't know how to say this, but his face...was less pointy?!! Okay, I guess you could say he's hott, but that doesn't mean I like him. Right?
McGonagall cleared her throat and my gaze turned back at her.
"Good morning. Most of you have already noticed the change in the scenery, but I have a reasoned explanation. Professor Dumbledore asked of me for our sixth years to take our "Home Economics Class". Every day, instead of taking your normally scheduled Herbology, you will be issued on 'baby care' and marriage."
Several boys grinned while McGonagall took a look of disgust.
"In other words, responsibility and life after Hogwarts."
I looked at Ron and Harry. Ron's bored expression suddenly looked interested. I mean hey, who wouldn't? You were getting married at sixteen.
"Professor Sprout will be teaching it."
Everybody stared at her excitedly. "You will be assigned to you husband or wife soon. This is your baby." She pointed to a small blue egg. "Boy or girl, we chose."
"Also." Interrupted Sprout. "Professor Dumbledore thought it would be nice if we matched up Gryffindors and Slytherins. That means you would have to work together."
I gaped at her. There is no Slytherin I would like to marry and have children with!
Everybody looked at her angrily; obviously they had the same opinion I had.
Ron stood up. "Are you kidding us? I mean working with those slimy gits!" Several Slytherins shot up angrily, so did the Gryffindors. "Enough!" McGonagall said angrily. "Do you see the whole point doing this?"
"Yeah...us showing the Slytherins who is boss." Harry said.
"Quiet. Professor Sprout will now be announcing the husbands and wives." McGonagall said. She handed Sprout a large piece of parchment, just like the one in the Sorting Ceremony. There was a deep silence in the room that could have been cut with a knife.
Her voice suddenly spoke. "Neville Longbottom and Pansy Parkinson." Neville was next to me, so I gave him a sympathetic pat. He whimpered while Ron and Harry sent worried glances his way.
Pansy, who was behind me screeched. "NOOO!!"
"Come up." In the front of the room, was a small altar. A basket was on the floor, but it held small eggs. Neville and she walked slowly. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." Sprout said while Pansy kept complaining in her annoying voice. "No, no, no! This can't be happening to me! Dracooo!!! She screamed.
"This isn't real marriage...you know that right?" Sprout said surprised.
"You did this!!! I know you did!!" Pansy yelled at McGonagall. 'Okay...what a maniac...' I thought. Almost every Gryffindor tried to hide their sniggers, but I could see Malfoy trying to hide his face. He was embarrassed. I actually felt sorry for Parkinson, who fancied a guy that would never be interested in her.
Sprout handed her a blue egg. "A boy, do you have a name?" Pansy sniffed and pulled out a small handkerchief from her robe. "Draco Jr." She said.
"Yes, a good name. Draco Jr. Longbottom." Neville looked at her strangely, but they walked back to their seats. Sprout continued.
"Ron Weasley and Millicent Bulstrode." Ron gasped in shock, but stunned he walked to the altar. He received a girl egg and named her Alice, it was Millicent's idea. Of course he had to agree or wouldn't live the next day to "take care of her".
Soon Harry was partnered with Blaise Zabini. He looked terrified, but after a huge argument with her, received a blue egg name James. "She wanted to name him Cornelia." He whispered while I sighed. It would be over soon.
"Lavender Brown and Gregory Goyle."
"Sally-Anne Perks and Vincent Crabbe."
"Hermione Granger and." She paused while I waited nervously. "Draco Malfoy."
I almost screamed like Pansy did. It was your worst nightmare to be married to your enemy, but Malfoy was a million times worse. By all means, he didn't look that happy either. His usual smirk was replaced by shock and a look of disgust.
My eyes were wide. Why me?
We both walked up to the altar. Harry and Ron were gaping. Professor Sprout handed us a pink egg. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You have girl." She said.
"Melody Anna Malfoy." I sighed, but said simply.
"What!?" Malfoy said.
"Melody An—'
"I know what it means!"
"Then why did you ask!!?"
I meant how you came up with it!!!"
"Oh well!"
"Anyway, I wanted Narcissa Malfoy!"
"Your mother??!
"Yes! Do you have a problem with that?"
"For my daughter's name...yes!!"
"Narcissa!"
"Melody Anna!"
"Narcissa!"
"Melody Anna!"
"Narcissa!"
"Melody Anna!"
"Narcissa!"
"Narcissa!"
"Melody Anna! Oh damn!"
"I win!" I said while grinning. Professor Sprout looked at us strangely, but handed us the egg.
I hate to say this, but it's only the beginning.
~*~