Word Count: 1136
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Harry Potter, it's all JKR's.
As she slumped back against her bed, Hermione heard a knocking at the door. It couldn't be that important, she thought, who would it be at this time of the day without any notice? However, slight knocking turned into consistent banging so she pushed herself up from the bed and walked to open the door, just in case it was something serious.
The door swung open to reveal Blaise, calm as anything. "Hermione! What took you so long?"
She sighed, moving out of the way so as to allow him inside. "I didn't expect it to be important at this time of day. Shouldn't you be at work or something?" She paused, thinking, "Do you even work?"
He frowned at her as if she was ridiculously stupid. "I don't need to work. I have all the money I need..."
"Obviously." She smiled, waddling over to the sofa and sitting down. "What do you need so badly that warrants a random day visit and heavy banging on my front door?" she said sharply, putting a hand on her bump subconsciously.
"Woah, someone has pregnancy anger." When she shot him a glare, he held up his hands in surrender, continuing, "I need your help-"
"-No," she said simply, because whatever it was wouldn't be good.
"You didn't even listen to what I need!" He moved her feet from the end of the sofa and sat down next to her.
Hermione sighed, allowing him to continue.
"I need you to look after the twins. I told Theo and Luna that I would but I can't!" he said as he rubbed his hands on his face in frustration.
Smiling, she replied with a, "Oh but I thought you were the fun one? That you were going to teach them to be cool like you?"
"You and Draco are going to be parents soon, you need the practice!"
She supposed he was right, but at seven months pregnant it sounded very exhausting. Still, it would be nice to see Draco in action with children - she was sure he'd be a natural. "...Okay. When?"
"Brilliant!" He jumped up, "You are the absolute best, have I ever told you that?"
Shaking her head, she got up to see him to the door. "No, you haven't."
"Well you are." He opened the door. "Oh, by the way, any thoughts on who the lucky godparents will be yet?" He winked.
She shuffled from foot to foot... well, he had to find out at some point or another. Although she really didn't want to be the one that had to tell him. "Well you see..."
Blaise looked at her expectantly.
"Theodore and Luna," she sighed in resignation.
His face crumpled, and his mouth hung open. "Excuse me? Are you joking?"
"Blaise, you just admitted that you can't look after children. Theodore and Luna are parents, and wonderful ones at that. You can be uncle Blaise..." she offered, with half a smile.
"No! I was on my way to building an army of god children! Psh, Draco is no friend of mine... You two are making a mistake! I have fantastic god parenting skills."
She shook her head, laughing. "Goodbye Blaise!"
"You'll change your mind about this!" he shouted as she shut the door on him. So... at least he knows? she thought to herself. She smiled to herself, sometimes he really was ridiculous. An army of god children - what?
Draco was stuck in a fit of laughter throughout Hermione's reenactment of the days events. "There is something wrong with that man I swear..." he said breathlessly, grasping for Hermione and pulling her down next to him.
"Oh I know, so glad you brought him into my life!" She winked, snuggling into him.
"So, babysitting. When?" he questioned.
He raised a good question. She forgot to ask! "I... I don't know, I forgot to ask. Pregnancy brain..." she laughed slightly, stopping as a familiar banging against the door sounded through the house.
As Draco opened the door, a breathless looking Blaise pushed past him with a double buggy and Hermione sighed. "You didn't say it would be tonight!"
He smirked. "You didn't ask. Thank you both, but I still hate you guys for not choosing me to be god father."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Go Blaise. Goodbye!"
"I'll be back at eleven!"
As the door slammed behind him, Draco turned to Hermione. "So babies... what do we even do with them?"
"Well nothing until they start-" as a cry sounded from one of their mouths, she realised she'd spoken too soon. She leant down into the pram and took the crying baby into her arms. Making soothing noises, she rocked him slightly and sat down on the sofa. "See? It's okay."
They all sat together, everything perfectly fine. "I just need to get a drink. Take the baby will you?" She motioned to hand the baby over.
Draco put his hands up. "You want me to hold it? I might hurt him!"
She rolled her eyes. "Don't be so ridiculous - you're going to be a father yourself in two months. I'll be two minutes." And she pushed the baby into his arms, taking a second to admire how perfect they both looked together.
As soon as she turned away the baby broke into piercing screams. "Hermione... I, uh, I think you should come back. I don't like it!" Draco said shakily as she continued into the other room.
Deciding to take her time, she boiled the kettle and made herself a tea, grateful that she could finally drink it again without feeling sick to her stomach. She leant against the counter and smiled as she listened to the sounds of Draco cooing at the baby and its cries becoming softer and quieter.
She really was excited - they'd decided to keep the sex of the baby a surprise, but she really wanted to know. Not that she minded either way, but she really wanted to start decorating the nursery and buying clothes. "All okay?" she asked as she re-entered the room, finding Draco slightly rocking the baby while walking a few paces up and down.
He smiled warmly at her. "All fine. I can't wait to have this baby with you. You're going to be a perfect mother."
"And you, a perfect father," she replied, leaning up to kiss him. They sat down together, but he kept hold of the baby. It was amazing how good the other one was - she wasn't sure which baby was Lorcan and which was Lysander, because they looked identical. She picked the other baby out of the pram so she could give him a cuddle, and all four of them sat on the sofa together, watching a random documentary and trying to keep their eyes open.
A/N- So tomorrow it will be exactly a year since I last updated, and I have to say, I couldn't be more sorry! I had a lot of faithful reviewers, and I've had kind messages and so much support for this story, so I hope you guys forgive me. I hope to be updating this more regularly now that I seem to be back into writing. Please drop me a review, they are my motivation and you guys are so wonderful! I hope you all enjoyed this, lots of love :)
