A/N: Well here's the next chapter. I don't really like this story, I think it's one of my worst one's ever, but I think I'll just post all of the chapters. There is only 12, and so if you guys like it, then I'll be happy, but if you don't, then I don't blame you.
Chapter 8
Harry had his arm around Hermione's shoulder while she carried Emily into their beautiful home. Harry opened the door and to his surprise he found Sirius, Remus and the Granger's sitting in the living room.
"Uh hi?" Harry said, letting Hermione come in.
"Oh there she is!" Mrs. Granger said, running towards Hermione. Hermione smiled and let her mother hold Emily. Emily looked up at her grandmother with curious eyes.
"What are you guys doing here, and how'd you get in?" Harry asked.
"Well when I took Hermione to the hospital I kept her copy of the key, so we would be here when you got home," Sirius explained, stepping forward to see the little baby. "She has your eyes Harry." Mrs. Granger was acting like a mother to the baby. She walked around the house showing everyone the little baby. Hermione laughed at her mother.
"Mom you're going to make her sick!" Hermione laughed. Mrs. Granger pouted and handed Emily back to Hermione. "Well since you all are you, do you want to stay for supper?"
"Oh not tonight honey, we have an early shift at the office tomorrow," Mr. Granger said kissing her on the cheek.
"We just wanted to see the baby," Mrs. Granger said, hugging Hermione and kissing Emily on the cheek.
"We don't have plans," Sirius said, settling back down on the couch.
"And I'll be fine, as long as I take my potion," Remus said.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" Hermione yelled after her parents. They waved and stepped into their car.
"I'll make supper," Harry offered.
"Harry, I've had your cooking. A rat wouldn't even like it," Sirius said.
"Gee, thanks," Harry said.
"I'll make supper, as long as you three watch Emily," Hermione said, handing Emily to Harry.
"Herm, it's ok, I'll make it, you need to rest," Harry said.
"I'll be fine," Hermione said, walking over to the kitchen.
Harry sat down on the couch with Remus and Sirius, holding Emily in his arms. Remus smiled, Harry seemed so happy with his new child, it was like his wedding day all over again.
"What's her middle name?" Sirius asked.
"Hermione," Harry replied, taking out a bottle to feed Emily.
"Hmm?" Hermione said from the kitchen.
"Nothing, dear," Harry said. Hermione shrugged her shoulders and put some corn on the stove.
"Emily Hermione, that's a good name for her," Remus said.
"Yes it is," Harry said, smiling down at his little girl who was eating hungrily.
"So how's Quidditch going?" Sirius asked. Remus took this opportunity to take out the paper and read it. Harry and Sirius could talk for hours on end about Quidditch.
"It's going good. We won all our games," Harry said.
"So I heard. How much longer do you plan to play?" Sirius asked.
"I don't know," Harry said, not really in the mood to talk about Quidditch. Remus looked up from the paper interestedly. Sirius sighed and leaned back against the couch.
"Amazing!" Remus said, folding up the paper.
"What is?" Sirius asked.
"That was the shortest conversation about Quidditch you have ever had!" Remus said. Hermione laughed from the kitchen.
"I don't find that funny," Sirius said, sitting up again. Harry was too busy feeding his baby to notice what they were arguing about. After the dishes were done and Sirius and Remus had gone home Hermione brought Emily up to bed, rocking her cradle gently. Harry stood in the doorway; watching his wife, sing a lullaby that her mother sung to her.
"Is she asleep?" Harry asked, coming up to the cradle.
"Yeah, isn't she so darling?" Hermione asked, smiling down at their daughter.
"Just like her mother," Harry said, wrapping his arms around Hermione.
"Not in front of our daughter," Hermione said, pulling away.
"Oh right," Harry said, leaning in to kiss Emily good night.
***
"Harry come quick!" Hermione yelled from upstairs. Harry put down his paper work, the new Quidditch moves for his next game. Harry ran upstairs and into Emily's room where Hermione was rocking her in the rocking chair.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"She laughed! And smiled! I have to write Mom!" Hermione said, standing up and handing Harry the baby.
"She's not smiling now," Harry said, a little disappointed.
"I'm sure she will soon. It's time for her nap, do you mind putting her to bed?" Hermione asked.
"No, you go ahead and write your mom," Harry said, bringing Emily over to the rocking chair.
"Thanks!" Hermione said, and headed downstairs to write to her mother.
"Will you smile for me?" Harry asked, rocking slowly back and forth in the rocking chair. Harry sat looking into the green eyes that were just like his. "Just a little smile." Harry waited a few minutes and when Emily didn't smile he got up and put her into her crib.
"Maybe another time," Harry said, laying her down gently. Then once Harry stood up from the crib, Emily gave him a huge smile. "Hermione!" Hermione ran up the stairs.
"What is it Harry?" She asked, getting a worried look on her face. "Is it her heart?"
"No, she smiled for me!" Harry said, moving to the doorway. Hermione laughed.
"Oh, were you jealous that she smiled for me first?" Hermione joked.
"I love you," Harry said, taking Hermione in his arms.
"You were jealous," Hermione said. Harry kissed her. "I knew it!" Hermione began to laugh again.
"Harry. Harry. Harry. It's not nice to be jealous of me," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck. Harry smiled and kissed her again.
"I'll try not to be jealous again," Harry said. Hermione smiled and hugged him tighter.
***
"Harry be careful with her!" Hermione called from the ground, holding up the camera.
"Relax, Hermione. It's her first broom ride, she'll be fine," Sirius said, from next to her. They heard a squeal of joy from Emily ask Harry soared higher into the air.
"Harry! She's scared!" Hermione yelled.
"Hermione, give me the camera, while you worry over your daughter having fun," Sirius said. Hermione handed over the camera and continued to shout warnings to Harry.
"Do you think she's ok," Hermione asked, turning towards Sirius.
"I had my first flight when I was six months old, she'll be fine," Sirius said again.
"Are you sure, I don't like brooms," Hermione said.
"Do you want to turn into a worry wart?" Sirius asked.
"Yes," Hermione pouted. "Harry! Please come down!"
"Harry make your wife happy and please make her stop complaining! Come on down!" Sirius shouted. Harry flew down and landed, holding onto Emily tightly.
"Hermione, she was going to be fine," Harry said, handing Emily to Hermione.
"She was scared," Hermione said, as Emily laughed.
"She doesn't sound scared to me," Sirius said.
"Well she was," Hermione said, taking Emily inside.
"She doesn't like brooms," Harry said, starting to laugh.
"That's obvious. So when does the little tyke start to talk?" Sirius asked.
"I'm not sure, Hermione's parents said Hermione said her first word when she was 16 months," Harry said, picking up his Firebolt and heading inside. Sirius followed. "Do you want to stay to dinner?"
"Yeah, I'm not a good cook and so when Remus is away during his time of the month, I just eat cereal," Sirius replied. Harry laughed.
"I'll tell Hermione to set an extra plate," Harry said, opening the front door.
"See she's scared!" Hermione said, brining a smiling Emily into the hallway.
"Of course she is," Sirius said rolling his eyes. Harry laughed.
"This is no laughing matter," Hermione said, frowning at them.
"Hermione she's smiling," Harry pointed out.
"Because she's happy now," Hermione said.
"Hermione, why was she laughing when I took her off the broom then?" Harry asked. Hermione sighed.
"Ok fine! She liked it! You happy? Sirius are you staying for dinner?" Hermione asked.
"Yes I am, how nice of you to offer," Sirius said bowing like a gentlemen.
"Men," Hermione muttered and headed into the kitchen, placing Emily in her highchair.
"You need to work on her Harry. She worries to much," Sirius said.
"Yeah I know, but I love her," Harry smiled.
"It must be nice to love someone," Sirius murmured
"Well how was Annie, that Remus was talking about a few years ago?" Harry asked.
"No one," Sirius blushed and sat down on the couch.
"If you insist," Harry said, and joined Sirius on the couch.
"I insist," Sirius said.
"So who's Annie?" Harry asked.
"Harry!" Sirius said glaring at him. Harry laughed and picked up the paper.