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Wyv: Sorry it's taken so long to come out. I am finally a university student (yay!) so I've moved away and the other two refuse to post anything until I've seen it first... so things'll be a little slower but we are still working very hard on all our fics, I promise :)
Lan: *snif* Our Wyv's growing up... anyway, finally, we have...
Chapter 5!
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Siobhan Finnigan was everything a mother should be. She was warm, caring, had a wicked sense of humour, and, most importantly of all, she was a total embarrassment to her offspring, regaling her audience with stories from Seamus's childhood and bringing out the Dreaded Baby Photos. Seamus squeaked and attempted to bury himself further in the sofa. The other boys were in fits of hysterical laughter.
"And here we are on holiday, I think Seamus was 15. He decided to go on a boating lake and then found out he couldn't row. He kept bumping into the bank, going around in circles and even managed to capsize the boat! I had to rescue him in the end!"
"Ah, never mind, Seamus, you can't be good at anything!" grinned Elliott.
"Don't you mean everything?" asked Draco. Elliott considered this for a moment.
"No, I mean anything."
"Would you boys like a cup of tea? Seamus, be a poppet and put the kettle on for us, would you?" Siobhan ordered.
"But mother..." Seamus began to protest.
"But mother nothing. Do as you're told, young man!" Seamus slinked into the kitchen, secretly grateful at finally being able to escape the embarrassment for a couple of minutes. "And don't try to slip anything into it, either! Last time he made me a cup of tea he put a drop of Silencing Potion into it, I couldn't speak for three hours!" Draco, Harry and Elliott laughed. In the kitchen, Seamus committed murder in his mind.
"I'm afraid we'll have to skip the tea, Siobhan," said Draco, getting up. "Harry and I have to go shopping."
"We do?" said Harry blankly.
"Yes, we do."
"You never told me we were going shopping!"
"I did, Harry, I told you a week ago! You were probably too busy thinking about Quidditch..."
"Right... anyway, lovely to have met you, Siobhan. Draco, I swear I don't remember..." Harry and Draco Disapparated, still bickering.
"What lovely young fellas they are," commented Siobhan thoughtfully. "And rather sexy, too!" There came a crash from the kitchen as Seamus dropped the cup he was holding.
"Mam!"
"Just telling it like it is, Seamus."
*
Harry and Draco walked through Hogsmeade, Harry still firmly convinced that Draco hadn't informed him of their shopping date. Draco sighed.
"Harry, dear, I told you five times this week already!"
"When? I don't remember..."
"When you got in from Quidditch training last Saturday. On Monday, over dinner. Wednesday, when we were planning what to do with Lorren tomorrow. Thursday, before we went out with Ron and Hermione, and last night before you cleared off with the Quidditch team to celebrate your latest win."
"Oh, yeah, we've got Lorren tomorrow! Oh, no, that means..." Harry groaned. "It's Ron and Hermione's anniversary tomorrow! I totally forgot! I haven't got a present for them or anything!" Draco laughed and hugged Harry.
"You're such an idiot sometimes. It's a good thing I've got them something from both of us."
"You have? So why are we shopping?"
"Because I need to get them something else. Or, rather, you do. Here we are." Draco steered Harry into a shop that sold....
"Picture frames? How original," remarked Harry sarcastically. "I mean, I expected you to get them something arty or flamboyant, not a picture frame." Draco rolled his eyes.
"*I'm* not getting them a picture frame, honey," said Draco, picking out a very ornate antique-looking mahogany one. "It's going to be from *you*. I've got them something to go in the frame. It's taken me weeks to do." Draco laughed as Harry looked totally bewildered.
"What?"
"Never mind, dear. Honestly, I thought *I* was meant to be the blond!" Harry smiled and rested his head on his husband's shoulder.
"So, what are we doing tomorrow?"
"We're taking Lorren to the fair. She really wants to go on the bumper cars."
"You mean *you* want to go on the bumper cars."
"Like you don't."
"I don't. Well, not really. Well..."
"See? You're even worse than Lorren sometimes."
"You're just as bad!"
*
The next morning Harry and Draco picked Lorren up nice and early and dropped off their present - which turned out to be a beautiful, hand-painted portrait of Hermione and Ron sat in a rose garden. They said a hurried goodbye to Ron and Hermione as Lorren grabbed their hands and dragged them out of the house almost before they had time to say 'hello'.
"We're going to the fair today, aren't we, Uncle Draco?" asked Lorren excitedly, skipping in between Harry and Draco.
"We are indeed, sweetie," replied Draco. "We can go on the bumper cars and the rollercoaster!"
"And the ghost train?"
"Of course," replied Harry. "You can't go to the fair and not go on the ghost train. And we'll buy you a huge stick of candy floss, how's that?"
"I love candy floss!" squealed Lorren. They reached the fair ground and Lorren immediately skipped ahead to reserve her bumper car.
"I want to go with Draco first!" she announced. "I've got us a pink car, it matches your trousers!" Draco laughed and ruffled her hair.
"Ready to get flattened, Potter?" he asked, raising his eyebrow in what Harry thought of as his 'sexy action hero' pose.
"You won't even get the chance," grinned Harry.
Five minutes later they emerged from the bumper car stand feeling rather bruised. Lorren was screaming with laughter as she dragged Draco and Harry to the ghost train.
"I love these things," said Harry, getting into a carriage and helping Lorren in.
"They're so tacky, aren't they?" grinned Draco, getting in on the other side of Lorren.
"The ghosts won't hurt me, will they?" asked Lorren nervously.
"Of course not, not with me and Draco with you," said Harry, putting his arm around her.
They went on every ride imaginable after the ghost train. Draco got very wet on the bumper boats, as Harry and Lorren ganged up on him and nearly succeeded in bumping him off the boat. Draco got his revenge by winning a huge teddy in a bow and arrow tourney and hitting Harry over the head with it. Lorren won two smaller teddies when she managed to get three tennis balls in a bucket. Harry didn't win anything and sulked all the way home.
"Never mind, love, there's always next time," soothed Draco when they got back home. Draco was still clutching his huge purple teddy. "Do you want to huggle him? He's called Boris."
"Boris the teddy?" asked Harry, taking the teddy. "He doesn't look like a Boris. He looks more like a Darryl."
"It's my teddy and I'm calling him Boris."
"Thor, what do you think? Is it a Boris or a Darryl?" asked Harry, holding out the teddy for Thor to sniff. Thor growled and bit the teddy, dragging it over to his bed.
"No! That's *my* teddy!" cried Draco, wrestling the puppy for the teddy. Harry laughed and did the only thing that was humanly possible in a situation such as this... took pictures. Lots of them.
Wyv: Sorry it's taken so long to come out. I am finally a university student (yay!) so I've moved away and the other two refuse to post anything until I've seen it first... so things'll be a little slower but we are still working very hard on all our fics, I promise :)
Lan: *snif* Our Wyv's growing up... anyway, finally, we have...
Chapter 5!
************************************************************************************************
Siobhan Finnigan was everything a mother should be. She was warm, caring, had a wicked sense of humour, and, most importantly of all, she was a total embarrassment to her offspring, regaling her audience with stories from Seamus's childhood and bringing out the Dreaded Baby Photos. Seamus squeaked and attempted to bury himself further in the sofa. The other boys were in fits of hysterical laughter.
"And here we are on holiday, I think Seamus was 15. He decided to go on a boating lake and then found out he couldn't row. He kept bumping into the bank, going around in circles and even managed to capsize the boat! I had to rescue him in the end!"
"Ah, never mind, Seamus, you can't be good at anything!" grinned Elliott.
"Don't you mean everything?" asked Draco. Elliott considered this for a moment.
"No, I mean anything."
"Would you boys like a cup of tea? Seamus, be a poppet and put the kettle on for us, would you?" Siobhan ordered.
"But mother..." Seamus began to protest.
"But mother nothing. Do as you're told, young man!" Seamus slinked into the kitchen, secretly grateful at finally being able to escape the embarrassment for a couple of minutes. "And don't try to slip anything into it, either! Last time he made me a cup of tea he put a drop of Silencing Potion into it, I couldn't speak for three hours!" Draco, Harry and Elliott laughed. In the kitchen, Seamus committed murder in his mind.
"I'm afraid we'll have to skip the tea, Siobhan," said Draco, getting up. "Harry and I have to go shopping."
"We do?" said Harry blankly.
"Yes, we do."
"You never told me we were going shopping!"
"I did, Harry, I told you a week ago! You were probably too busy thinking about Quidditch..."
"Right... anyway, lovely to have met you, Siobhan. Draco, I swear I don't remember..." Harry and Draco Disapparated, still bickering.
"What lovely young fellas they are," commented Siobhan thoughtfully. "And rather sexy, too!" There came a crash from the kitchen as Seamus dropped the cup he was holding.
"Mam!"
"Just telling it like it is, Seamus."
*
Harry and Draco walked through Hogsmeade, Harry still firmly convinced that Draco hadn't informed him of their shopping date. Draco sighed.
"Harry, dear, I told you five times this week already!"
"When? I don't remember..."
"When you got in from Quidditch training last Saturday. On Monday, over dinner. Wednesday, when we were planning what to do with Lorren tomorrow. Thursday, before we went out with Ron and Hermione, and last night before you cleared off with the Quidditch team to celebrate your latest win."
"Oh, yeah, we've got Lorren tomorrow! Oh, no, that means..." Harry groaned. "It's Ron and Hermione's anniversary tomorrow! I totally forgot! I haven't got a present for them or anything!" Draco laughed and hugged Harry.
"You're such an idiot sometimes. It's a good thing I've got them something from both of us."
"You have? So why are we shopping?"
"Because I need to get them something else. Or, rather, you do. Here we are." Draco steered Harry into a shop that sold....
"Picture frames? How original," remarked Harry sarcastically. "I mean, I expected you to get them something arty or flamboyant, not a picture frame." Draco rolled his eyes.
"*I'm* not getting them a picture frame, honey," said Draco, picking out a very ornate antique-looking mahogany one. "It's going to be from *you*. I've got them something to go in the frame. It's taken me weeks to do." Draco laughed as Harry looked totally bewildered.
"What?"
"Never mind, dear. Honestly, I thought *I* was meant to be the blond!" Harry smiled and rested his head on his husband's shoulder.
"So, what are we doing tomorrow?"
"We're taking Lorren to the fair. She really wants to go on the bumper cars."
"You mean *you* want to go on the bumper cars."
"Like you don't."
"I don't. Well, not really. Well..."
"See? You're even worse than Lorren sometimes."
"You're just as bad!"
*
The next morning Harry and Draco picked Lorren up nice and early and dropped off their present - which turned out to be a beautiful, hand-painted portrait of Hermione and Ron sat in a rose garden. They said a hurried goodbye to Ron and Hermione as Lorren grabbed their hands and dragged them out of the house almost before they had time to say 'hello'.
"We're going to the fair today, aren't we, Uncle Draco?" asked Lorren excitedly, skipping in between Harry and Draco.
"We are indeed, sweetie," replied Draco. "We can go on the bumper cars and the rollercoaster!"
"And the ghost train?"
"Of course," replied Harry. "You can't go to the fair and not go on the ghost train. And we'll buy you a huge stick of candy floss, how's that?"
"I love candy floss!" squealed Lorren. They reached the fair ground and Lorren immediately skipped ahead to reserve her bumper car.
"I want to go with Draco first!" she announced. "I've got us a pink car, it matches your trousers!" Draco laughed and ruffled her hair.
"Ready to get flattened, Potter?" he asked, raising his eyebrow in what Harry thought of as his 'sexy action hero' pose.
"You won't even get the chance," grinned Harry.
Five minutes later they emerged from the bumper car stand feeling rather bruised. Lorren was screaming with laughter as she dragged Draco and Harry to the ghost train.
"I love these things," said Harry, getting into a carriage and helping Lorren in.
"They're so tacky, aren't they?" grinned Draco, getting in on the other side of Lorren.
"The ghosts won't hurt me, will they?" asked Lorren nervously.
"Of course not, not with me and Draco with you," said Harry, putting his arm around her.
They went on every ride imaginable after the ghost train. Draco got very wet on the bumper boats, as Harry and Lorren ganged up on him and nearly succeeded in bumping him off the boat. Draco got his revenge by winning a huge teddy in a bow and arrow tourney and hitting Harry over the head with it. Lorren won two smaller teddies when she managed to get three tennis balls in a bucket. Harry didn't win anything and sulked all the way home.
"Never mind, love, there's always next time," soothed Draco when they got back home. Draco was still clutching his huge purple teddy. "Do you want to huggle him? He's called Boris."
"Boris the teddy?" asked Harry, taking the teddy. "He doesn't look like a Boris. He looks more like a Darryl."
"It's my teddy and I'm calling him Boris."
"Thor, what do you think? Is it a Boris or a Darryl?" asked Harry, holding out the teddy for Thor to sniff. Thor growled and bit the teddy, dragging it over to his bed.
"No! That's *my* teddy!" cried Draco, wrestling the puppy for the teddy. Harry laughed and did the only thing that was humanly possible in a situation such as this... took pictures. Lots of them.
