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Hermione:
"Up! Mummy! Mummy! Up, Up, Up!"
I groaned as I heard the voice of my two-year-old son calling me back into consciousness. I opened my eyes. He was standing right above me, grinning from ear to ear.
"What is it Harry?" I said, sitting up. On closer inspection, I seen he had paint all over him. "What have you done?" I screeched.
"I painted! Painted picture! Just like Granny Graina! Come see!" He jumped off the bed and ran out of the room as fast as his little legs could carry him. I followed with a deep sense of foreboding.
Harry led me into his bedroom. I had left him to have a nap and had fallen asleep myself, which I now realised was a big mistake. Red and Blue paint covered his Quidditch themed walls. Propped up against his 'Big boy bed' was a photo frame. I couldn't imagine how he'd gotten it.
"Look!" He said excitedly "Its me" He pointed to a squiggly stick man with bright red hair "You" a big brown blob "and daddy" who resembled a white and orange beach ball.
I turned the photo frame over. On the other side was none other than a picture taken on mine and Ron's wedding day. I placed it carefully on the floor, bending down as far as my 8-month-pregnant frame would permit.
"Harry" I said angrily, staring down at my son, who was still grinning manically "That was a very precious thing of mine and your daddy's. It was irreplaceable"
I know I would be able to clean it in a few seconds, but I didn't tell Harry this, and he wasn't to be unpunished. He was going through his terrible two's, and needed disciplining
"Irraplakable" He said happily.
"Its not a laughing matter" I said, with a serious look on my face.
"Funny?" He said quietly, tears welling up in his big brown eyes. Oh yes, my son was adorable. His chubby cheeks, bright red hair and dimples made it all the harder to tell him off.
"No. Not funny" I picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. "Now you'll have to have a bath and a time out" I'd bathed him twice already, and it was only 4 in the afternoon. Thankfully, his dad was due back anytime.
"Time out?" He repeated unhappily
"Yes, time out. Bath first though"
I carried him through to the bathroom and started running the water. He was singing an incomprehensible song with jumbled up words.
"Yay!" He squealed, the moment his naked skin hit the water. He grabbed his rubber duck and splashed about as I attempted to wash him.
"Well, this looks fun" My husband Ron had arrived. He grinned as he surveyed our son.
"Daddy!" Harry said, fighting to get out of my grasp "Painted picture!"
"Oh, you did?" Ron said, looking over at Harrys paint strewn pajamas "Yes, I can tell"
"Hi 'Mione" He said, bending down and giving me a kiss. Harry blew a large raspberry to get our attention.
"He painted the picture...on the back of our wedding photo," I said "And the paints all over his walls"
"Why don't you let me bathe him?" Ron said with a sympathetic look, taking his jacket off and rolling up his sleeves.
"I wouldn't mind...I'll clean up everything while you do that" I said, getting up and thinking longingly of going to bed.
"No, you go to bed" Ron said, as though he had read my mind. He giving me another kiss "I'll see if I can get this little guy to sleep. Then I'll clean up, and make some dinner. Or maybe I'll just come to bed with you" He said, his blue eyes sparkling.
"I want hungry" Harry announced, hearing the word 'dinner'. Harry was definatly his fathers son.
"If he doesn't go to sleep" I said, standing up and brushing bubbles from my jeans "Give him a time out"
"Okay 'Mione, no need to worry. You've got another little life to think about"
I grinned and walked to the bedroom Ron and I shared. Hopefully, I'd be able to block out Harry's screeches of laughter. He and his dad always made a helluva noise when they were together. I reached over and put some earplugs in, just in case.
Ron:
"Now" I said. I had finished bathing Harry and was carrying him to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?"
"Tubby toast!" He said as I placed him on the bench, referring to his favourite muggle food. His 'Granny and Grada Graina' as he called them, had gotten him into it, and he would eat hardly anything else.
"Out of tubby toast" I said, searching through the cupboards "How about a jam sandwich?
Harry pouted, "oh right then. But me did want tubby toast" he said matter- of-factidly, drumming his hands on the patterned countertop.
I made Harry his sandwich and handed it to him. He started to eat it messily, squirting most of the jam onto his t-shirt.
"You are one messy boy," I said, shaking my head. He'd finished his jam sandwich and was yawning widely. I picked him up and carried him to his bedroom, which was a disaster area. I placed him on his bed, which didn't have a speck of paint on it, thank god. He looked so sweet and innocent lying there, but Hermione and me knew better.
"Scrougify" I whispered, waving my wand round the room. Instantly all the paint disappeared. I picked the photo frame up and placed it on the table, where Harry wouldn't be able to reach it.
Hermione was lying in bed with her back turned away from me. Her bushy brown hair was allover the pillow. As I came nearer I heard a faint whimpering noise. I rushed over to her side.
"Help" She said sadly, tears running down her cheeks. I looked down to see....
a/n- DUN DUN DUN! Mwahaha, cliffhanger. R&R if you want to see what's happened. If I get enough reviews I'll upload.
Hermione:
"Up! Mummy! Mummy! Up, Up, Up!"
I groaned as I heard the voice of my two-year-old son calling me back into consciousness. I opened my eyes. He was standing right above me, grinning from ear to ear.
"What is it Harry?" I said, sitting up. On closer inspection, I seen he had paint all over him. "What have you done?" I screeched.
"I painted! Painted picture! Just like Granny Graina! Come see!" He jumped off the bed and ran out of the room as fast as his little legs could carry him. I followed with a deep sense of foreboding.
Harry led me into his bedroom. I had left him to have a nap and had fallen asleep myself, which I now realised was a big mistake. Red and Blue paint covered his Quidditch themed walls. Propped up against his 'Big boy bed' was a photo frame. I couldn't imagine how he'd gotten it.
"Look!" He said excitedly "Its me" He pointed to a squiggly stick man with bright red hair "You" a big brown blob "and daddy" who resembled a white and orange beach ball.
I turned the photo frame over. On the other side was none other than a picture taken on mine and Ron's wedding day. I placed it carefully on the floor, bending down as far as my 8-month-pregnant frame would permit.
"Harry" I said angrily, staring down at my son, who was still grinning manically "That was a very precious thing of mine and your daddy's. It was irreplaceable"
I know I would be able to clean it in a few seconds, but I didn't tell Harry this, and he wasn't to be unpunished. He was going through his terrible two's, and needed disciplining
"Irraplakable" He said happily.
"Its not a laughing matter" I said, with a serious look on my face.
"Funny?" He said quietly, tears welling up in his big brown eyes. Oh yes, my son was adorable. His chubby cheeks, bright red hair and dimples made it all the harder to tell him off.
"No. Not funny" I picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. "Now you'll have to have a bath and a time out" I'd bathed him twice already, and it was only 4 in the afternoon. Thankfully, his dad was due back anytime.
"Time out?" He repeated unhappily
"Yes, time out. Bath first though"
I carried him through to the bathroom and started running the water. He was singing an incomprehensible song with jumbled up words.
"Yay!" He squealed, the moment his naked skin hit the water. He grabbed his rubber duck and splashed about as I attempted to wash him.
"Well, this looks fun" My husband Ron had arrived. He grinned as he surveyed our son.
"Daddy!" Harry said, fighting to get out of my grasp "Painted picture!"
"Oh, you did?" Ron said, looking over at Harrys paint strewn pajamas "Yes, I can tell"
"Hi 'Mione" He said, bending down and giving me a kiss. Harry blew a large raspberry to get our attention.
"He painted the picture...on the back of our wedding photo," I said "And the paints all over his walls"
"Why don't you let me bathe him?" Ron said with a sympathetic look, taking his jacket off and rolling up his sleeves.
"I wouldn't mind...I'll clean up everything while you do that" I said, getting up and thinking longingly of going to bed.
"No, you go to bed" Ron said, as though he had read my mind. He giving me another kiss "I'll see if I can get this little guy to sleep. Then I'll clean up, and make some dinner. Or maybe I'll just come to bed with you" He said, his blue eyes sparkling.
"I want hungry" Harry announced, hearing the word 'dinner'. Harry was definatly his fathers son.
"If he doesn't go to sleep" I said, standing up and brushing bubbles from my jeans "Give him a time out"
"Okay 'Mione, no need to worry. You've got another little life to think about"
I grinned and walked to the bedroom Ron and I shared. Hopefully, I'd be able to block out Harry's screeches of laughter. He and his dad always made a helluva noise when they were together. I reached over and put some earplugs in, just in case.
Ron:
"Now" I said. I had finished bathing Harry and was carrying him to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?"
"Tubby toast!" He said as I placed him on the bench, referring to his favourite muggle food. His 'Granny and Grada Graina' as he called them, had gotten him into it, and he would eat hardly anything else.
"Out of tubby toast" I said, searching through the cupboards "How about a jam sandwich?
Harry pouted, "oh right then. But me did want tubby toast" he said matter- of-factidly, drumming his hands on the patterned countertop.
I made Harry his sandwich and handed it to him. He started to eat it messily, squirting most of the jam onto his t-shirt.
"You are one messy boy," I said, shaking my head. He'd finished his jam sandwich and was yawning widely. I picked him up and carried him to his bedroom, which was a disaster area. I placed him on his bed, which didn't have a speck of paint on it, thank god. He looked so sweet and innocent lying there, but Hermione and me knew better.
"Scrougify" I whispered, waving my wand round the room. Instantly all the paint disappeared. I picked the photo frame up and placed it on the table, where Harry wouldn't be able to reach it.
Hermione was lying in bed with her back turned away from me. Her bushy brown hair was allover the pillow. As I came nearer I heard a faint whimpering noise. I rushed over to her side.
"Help" She said sadly, tears running down her cheeks. I looked down to see....
a/n- DUN DUN DUN! Mwahaha, cliffhanger. R&R if you want to see what's happened. If I get enough reviews I'll upload.