A/N: CHAPTER SEVEN COMIN' UP!
Harry and Samantha lived in a nice, brick house with four bedrooms and two bathrooms. It was nestled snugly in Hogsmeade. And Harry, who had passed his Apparition tests, could easily get to work. Ron and Hermione Weasley actually lived next door in a similar house, but the brick was painted white.
Ron and Hermione had three kids, and the youngest was little Ron's age. He was named Harry! Little Ron and Little Harry were best friends. Ron and Hermione's other two children were Virginia, who was nine, and Peter, who was seven. Little Harry was five, just like little Ron.
That day, Hermione (the older one) came over to talk to Samantha, just as Harry was leaving for work. He didn't leave until Hermione told him the news. She was expecting again! Harry and Samantha looked at each other wistfully and grinned. They wanted another one too, but they wouldn't until baby Hermione, who they fondly called 'Mione, was a bit older.
Then Samantha started to cry. Harry, who had a foot out the door already, ran to her in shock.
"What?" he asked.
"I wasn't going to tell you, but I'm going to have a baby too!" Samantha told him.
Harry sat down quickly and sighed. Then he jumped up and down with joy. 'Mione started to cry, so the ruckus had to stop and Harry had to leave for work. Life was going great.
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"DRACO!" Olivia yelled from her lavish bedroom.
"WHAT!" Draco hollered back from the adjoining bathroom.
"WHAT ARE THESE BILLS DOING UNDER OUR BED?" Olivia cried.
Draco strolled into the room, still fixing his hair. His face went pale when he saw the stack of bills that his wife was holding.
"Uh…" Draco was at a loss for words.
"Well?" Olivia asked.
"Okay, I'm not going to lie. I was laid off!" Draco said.
"WHAT? WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN GOING ALL DAY, THEN?" Olivia asked in an outrage
"Well…the pub." Draco admitted.
"WHY? WHY?" Olivia screamed, taking her hair in her hands and sobbing.
"I'm sorry." Draco said.
"How much money is left?" Olivia asked.
"Enough for us to pay the bills and resume life as paupers. Like the Weasels…" Draco sighed.
Olivia fell to her knees and sobbed. They'd have to sell the manor, sell their nice things, and all because her idiot husband got laid off. Then, she remembered something. She stopped crying and looked at Draco maliciously.
"What?" Draco asked.
"I just remembered something…" she said, licking her lips.
"What? Will it help us?" Draco asked, slipping his arm around her slim waist.
"Oh yes it will. It will. You see, Harry Potter doesn't know it, but he might just have a son." Olivia said.
"Huh?" Draco asked, letting go of her.
"Oh, he doesn't have to know it's OUR son. We can just make him believe it's his." Olivia said.
"I like the way you think. Keep talking." Draco said, pulling her towards him again.
"Well, let's just say I dress real dowdy, carry our son off to Mr. Potter's house and tell him the whole tragic story of how much I missed him since he didn't come back to me, and how you broke off the engagement. Then I'll make him remember the promise. When he proposed to me, he said he'd only love me and nobody else until he was done training. Oh this is deliciously evil." Olivia said, smacking her lips.
Draco smiled and kissed his wife. She was brilliant and beautiful. Wasn't that why he married her? Oh yes, it was. They spent the rest of the day hatching their evil plan.
