Force It On A Girl Why Don't You

Chapter Eight: Unexpected Plans, Smiley-Faced Pancakes and Nanny Mistresses

After everyone left, including Lavender and Hailee decided to head out I found myself utterly alone in my flat. I never used to mind it really, it was normal being alone when Lavender had to work the late night and hired a babysitter for Hailee but for some odd reason the flat seemed extremely lonely tonight.

I put the last of the dishes back in the cupboard and inspected the now clean kitchen, who knew that a pregnant Luna could make such a mess. Luna…the thought of Luna and Lavender being in the same room and getting along had been a foreign concept to me considering what had happened eleven years ago…

I shook my head, now was not the time for such thoughts, those were the school days, our past, it was our present and future that mattered right now and I was very proud to see Lavender and Luna were not going to let an argument from eleven years ago affect their friendship, even if that argument caused what happened to happen.

I pulled off the bright yellow rubber gloves from my hand and placed them next to the shiny sink. Tomorrow was my first off day in years and I was positively giddy. What would I do with myself for a whole twenty-four hours of me time?

I could laze around all day and eat ice-cream [gain weight] and watch sappy wizard flicks or read. I could go for a day on the town, shop to my heart's content with that nice little lump I had been saving since earlier that year. There was an endless possibility and I would lie if I said I was not thrilled.

"Oh Hermione," I mumbled to myself as I changed into my night clothes [a rather short pair of boy shorts and a tank top that said 'You want Some of This, then come get it' across the front, blame Lavender] "You are a case."

If someone had asked me what I was going to do the next day at that very moment, my answer would definitely be 'nothing' but I was sadly misinformed, as I realized when I woke up the next morning.

~X~

Waking up disoriented was not on my to-do list but Lavender seemed to have not gotten that memo. At six o'clock in the morning [a hellish hour if you did not have to go to work] Lavender came a-banging on my door nearly waking up the whole complex.

"Yes Lavender?" I had asked confusedly as I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes, failing miserably. Lavender thrust a fully awake five year old into my hand and gave me an all too familiar bag of necessities.

"Only for a few hours, until Lisa my regular shows up," Lavender pleaded. "I wouldn't ask but Lisa has a piano recital and-"

"Just go Lavender," I replied, not fully registering the situation as I closed the door in the face of the woman hysterically spewing 'thank you's and 'I owe you one's .

"What are we doing today Aunt Hermy?" Hailee asked and I plopped her down on my bed before crawling back under the sheets.

"We're going to play a game, it's called close your eyes and stand still, very fun," I mumbled into my pillow, stifling a yawn.

"It doesn't sound fun," Hailee informed me snootily and I sighed. Maybe if I didn't reciprocate she would catch my drift. "Aunt Hermy are you sleeping?"

I should not expect too much from a five-year old.

I spent my morning making pancakes with smiley faces for the hungry girl and reading the morning Prophet. Nothing interesting in there, business was normal, everything was normal in the Wizarding world. Putting down my paper I looked at the clock that was ticking away on my wall. Half past ten. And I hadn't even bothered to change into something more appropriate.

Someone hastily knocked on my door and I picked Hailee [who was busily colouring a flower] up off the ground before heading towards the incessant knocking.

"Alright, alright," I hollered. "No need to bang my bloody door off!"

"Bloody door off!" Hailee called giggling causing me to look down at her in horror, oh what had I done.

"Don't say that word honey, only grown-ups use that!" I scolded her, hoping she'd understand.

"But I am a grown-up!" She insisted. "Bloody this, bloody that!"

As I had said before, I expect too much from a five-year old.

"Shush," I shushed her before pulling open the door. Instead of it being an awkwardly beautiful girl by the name of Lisa however, it was a very flustered Harry Potter.

"Oh Harry, what are you doing here?" I questioned, ushering him in before closing the door quickly behind him, he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Bloody paparazzi everywhere Hermione," He managed to wheeze out.

"Bloody!" Hailee shrieked delightedly and I gave Harry an admonishing look.

"See what you've managed to go and do?" I scolded.

"Water," He rasped and I shifted Hailee from my left hip to my right.

"You know very well where the kitchen is," I retorted, following him in his trek to get the Holy Water. After downing about three glasses of the stuff Harry was back to normal.

"I honestly didn't expect you to be home at this time," He informed me. "Why aren't you working."

"I don't work all the time," I insisted but Harry just gave me a 'yeah-right' look. "I have an off day."

"Ah, that explains it," Harry confirmed with a small smile. Hailee began to shift impatiently in my side and Harry outstretched his arms.

"Let me see her," Harry motioned for me to give her to him. I reluctantly moved the squirming brunette from my side and pass her to Harry when a blinding light went off. Staring at the open window I saw a man with a huge camera and floating quill dodge out of sight. I blanched and Harry and I just stood there for a few minutes.

"I always knew I should have bought blinds for that window, do you think that I'll be your nanny mistress in the Prophet tomorrow?"

A/n To clear up some things, yes Lavender had her first born [Melody] at fifteen, all will be explained in due time, Lavender is twenty-six in the story, by the way. On another note, sorry it took so long to update, I hope you like it and review! Please! Thanks to all those who have taken time out of their day to review already! Brownie points for you!