Title: Never Dull
Pairings: Cedric/Hermione
Summary: "Why couldn't she be a boy?"
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Crash!
There never was a dull moment in the Diggory household... especially when there were two hyperactive children running around. That crash seems to always be the first thing Cedric would hear as soon as he was home. Closing the door behind him, Cedric made his way through their war-torn living room while making mental notes of what to fix and how long it will take. Peeking into the kitchen he could smell the dinner cooking itself but was surprise not to see anyone in sight.
Making his way through the kitchen he could hear the yelling becoming louder and louder... it's a good thing that their closest neighbors were a five-minute walk from both sides of the house. He cringed to think of the complaints they would get if the neighbors were closer.
"I'M TELLING MUMMY!"
"NO I'M TELLING MUMMY!"
"NO I WILL!"
"WILL NOT!"
"WILL TOO!"
"WILL NOT!"
"WILL TOO!"
"They've been at it for the last hour or so."
Turning around, Cedric saw Hermione coming through the kitchen. He could see how tired she was with her bushy hair falling out of its bun and from the look of it, she must've just woken up from a nap. Not that he blames her, their children could wake up the whole neighborhood if they wanted to. He watched as she went from pot to pot checking it for any damages.
"What are they fighting about this time?" he asked tiredly before going up to her.
"I told you getting Teddy that toy broom was a bad idea."
"How was it a bad idea?"
"Because now Robbie wants one and you know how she is when Teddy gets something that she doesn't have."
Chuckling a bit, "I always wonder why they weren't twin- Ow!"
"Don't get any ideas. I have enough trouble dealing with them while worrying about this little guy," she chastised, rubbing her growing belly.
Hermione was only 6 months along but with an 8 and 6-year-old running around, she's been more than tired and at her wits end. Sometimes they would be lucky and her parents or his will take the kids for the day, heck even Molly offered to take the kids but they couldn't do that. They didn't want to pawn their children off to their parents, especially since Teddy and Robbie are rather dangerous when they aren't arguing. It probably isn't a good thing that they've got Hermione's smarts and his 'cheeky attitude' as Hermione likes to point out.
Hearing the backdoor open and then slammed shut, they watched as Robbie ran to her room crying while Teddy kicked his way to the patio. Sighing, he kissed Hermione before leaving the kitchen and out the door towards their moody son.
"Why couldn't she be a boy?" Teddy demanded as soon as Cedric sat down next to him.
"Now you really don't mean that."
"Yes I do! If she was a boy then we wouldn't have any trouble at all."
"What do you mean trouble?"
"She's always bugging me and stuff and never leaves me alone at all. And she's always taking my stuff! Robbie made me crash into a tree today! And she didn't apologize or anything. I wish Robbie was never here. I hate her."
Looking at Teddy, Cedric could see a few new scratches where he had scraped his knees and elbows. Taking out his wand, Cedric motioned for his son to sit still as he worked towards cleaning the scraps.
"You know you don't mean it Teddy. She's your sister, you don't hate her."
"Yes I do. She never leaves me alone when I want her too and when I tell her to beat it, she starts screaming at me. I wish she was never around. Why can't Granny or Grandma take her away."
"Because then you'd miss her and Mum and I would be sad."
"I wouldn't miss her!" Teddy declared jumping up.
"Teddy sit still... and of course you'd miss her."
"Why should I? She's an annoying prat anyways."
"Teddy don't call your sister a prat, it's not nice."
"But she is!"
"Who was it that helped you catch those frogs in the pond last week?"
"She did," he answered sullenly.
"Right, and who helped you build that sand castle when we went to the beach?"
"Robbie."
"And who makes funny faces when you have time-out? So that you're not bored?"
"Robbie."
"See. You and Robbie get along so well that if your Granny or Grandma took her away, you'd be lonely and have no one to play with."
"I'd have the new baby to play with!"
"But that's just it. The baby would just be a baby, with Robbie you guys can play Quidditch and soccer together."
"Jonathan and Tim would play with me!"
"Teddy, Ginny and Neville isn't going to always have time to bring the boys over," Cedric explained.
Seeing Teddy open his mouth, Cedric stopped him and continued, "The Weasleys, Potters, and Davies won't have time either just like the Longbottoms. You're lucky to have Robbie, you know that? Your Mum and I never had any brothers or sisters to play with and most of the times we were lonely because we didn't. Now how about apologizing to your sister?"
Teddy sat there frowning as he thought it over before exaggeratingly throwing up his hands and into the house.
"You're a good dad you know that?" Hermione said as she saw he come in.
"What can I say? It's a gift," he told her cheekily.
"Prat," she said as the kids squealed.