AN:Chapter 10, thanks to Ember Nickel for beat-reading this and please enjoy.
By the way, hang in there because if you're waiting for what I think you're waiting you'll LOVE chapter 12, LOL.
"To take care of an egg you say?" Harry asked, confused, as were all his teammates, since Snape and a Muggle teacher were explaining the monthly project for Muggle Studies, or Humanities. A baby.
"Where I come from we eat those," Fred said, and the entire room, filled with Muggles and wizards under cover laughed sonorously.
"Or take care of them until a real Dragon is born," George whispered to his brother looking at Brad Lee. They laughed silently and exchanged looks.
"In couples, a girl and a boy. It will be like your baby and you'll have to give it love and bring it alive after a week."
Mathilda raised her hand urgently.
"Yes, Mathilda?"
"But last year, they used electronic babies," she said, disappointed.
"Yes, but um, let's say it wasn't a success."
"Electrocutated students."
"Batteries replaced with cellphones."
"Oh" Mathilda said and grouched quietly.
"We'll make the couples."
"Yes, it will be a blast" said Snape and took his chart. "Alright, Alfred Poe with Jean Swann"
"Hey ya!" said Jean and gave him five.
"Great, let's make our kid a gangsta!" Alfred suggested hopefully and Jean frowned.
"I was thinking more of a pink tutu and small ballet shoes."
Alfred looked down sadly for a moment before smiling again. "Well, can the tutu be black?"
"I guess we'll see," Jean said hesitantly.
The teacher smiled. "Next is Lyra West and Roger Parry."
"Well, I got a decent husband," Lyra mumbled and smiled to Roger, who smiled back.
"Logan Rowlin and Elizabeth Socks."
"Oliver Wood and Vanessa Cutler."
"Frederick Weasley and Anne Marie Green."
"Cedric Diggory and Claire Spats."
"Katherine Bell and Eliot Eves."
"Angelina Johnson and Bobby Fly."
"George Weasley and Mathilda Mars."
"Um, Professor Snape," a student exclaimed. "I've got a question."
"What now?" Snape asked, frustrated.
"Are ostrich eggs available too? I want a fatty baby."
Snape sighed and rolled his dark eyes. He didn't enjoy stupidity like most of the students did.
"No, Mr Davies. Eggs are all the same," he replied and the Muggle teacher started to give each couple their egg.
Two days after, while the Slytherins were stressed because of their game against The Eagles, Oliver and Vanessa were stressed over their fragile newborn. They had become good friends though, since they both were sports obsessed and named their "son" FootBaseBaskVoley-ditch.
"How is little Footy?" Oliver asked teasingly as he joined Vanessa at the cafeteria.
"Safe and sound on his little baseball glove, thanks again," Vanessa said, smiling widely.
"No problem, we have to give it use, you know?"
"Didn't know you liked baseball," Vanessa said, surprised.
"There's a lot you may not know about me."
"Really? Such as?"
"Well, I'm really craving for some scrambled eggs," he said jokingly and looking at their egg.
"Don't you dare," Vanessa replied menacingly and brought the egg closer.
"I would never hurt my son," Oliver said in fake hurt.
"Well, still. So how's everything with Katie?" she asked casually.
"Well, we're friends again and everything is just great, you see, I-"
"Watch every move she makes and stalk her during the night?"
Oliver rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Oh I don't stalk Katie, I usually like to stalk seventeen-year-olds with brown hair and freckles around their green eyes who carry a baseball glove," he said, grinning.
"You forgot sparkling."
"Oh right."
"Let's go outside, I need fresh air. Oh I know, let's go buy candy!"
"Hmm, trying to make me do bad things?"
"Ah come on! I want you to keep telling me about Hagrid!"
"Hm," Oliver said and followed her.
Once they were out Oliver took a glance at the yard, with students everywhere carrying eggs and chatting carelessly. Almost 4 weeks of living there and he still couldn't believe Muggles had such matters like Math and Latin; the school itself was enormous and imposing, 6 towers: one with classrooms for the common students, one with classrooms for Hogwarts, one with an office for each teacher, one for the girls' dormitory and one for the boys', the last one was filled with entertainment and a pool, they did not have pools at Hogwarts. Most of the students left on weekends to "enjoy" the hot weather and he didn't know what was with all the fuss, he hated warm days and there every day was warm, so he barely ever went out, even if some girls invited him since he discovered he actually had a fan-club when a he saw couple of elementary school girls following him around and watching him practice.
Now, not everything was bad, Oliver didn't hate football so much anymore, he started to see it like when after practice he had to pick up the Bludgers and Quaffles and put them all in a sack, it was like when he tried to score a goal. Things were back to their usual state with Katie and Oliver had already scheduled several dawn practices, like before. He was proud to say he earned a new nickname: Oliver "Master" Wood, because according to Angelina and Fred, he treated them all like slaves. But 3 hours of practice wasn't slavery, it was enlightening! Mostly because he got to be near Katie for 3 entire hours a day and he got to chat with her. Those 3 hours were the best of the day.
Oh and Daniel was miserable now, Ha-ha-ha!
He knew it because he saw Daniel sitting on a bench and holding the egg looking... what is the word that I'm looking for? Oh yes! Miserable. The mother of the egg was standing next to him, nagging him over dropping the egg to the floor and pasting the hole with glue.
"Gosh Steph! It's good now, nothing bad really happened. Shut up already!" Daniel yelled letting her know he had had enough.
She hit the floor with her heel angrily. "You almost let our kid bleed out to death!" she shrilled.
"It's a freaking egg! Stop being so paranoid!" Daniel yelled and gave the conversation an end when he stormed off swearing and annoyed. And as Vanessa was telling stories of her first years at the Trickster, Daniel passed them and Oliver was laughing silently, that part he did enjoy.
AN: This chapter is actually based in a true story, I failed the project ¬¬