A/N: And by Popular request… An addition to Snuffles' Stay!
Snuffles' Stay
Chapter Six
"Good thing Mum didn't what, dear?" Hermione's Mum asked.
Hermione froze. Mrs. Granger was bound to notice Sirius… what was she going to do to explain him being there? "Who's he, and why is he in your room, Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked, her voice firm and slightly demanding.
"Mum… this is Remus Lupin… you know, my old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione lied.
"What is he doing in your room Hermione?"
"I asked him to help me with some of my school work… he just apparated here to show me a few things. He won't be here too long, Mum."
Mrs. Granger's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't see your books out, dear."
"It's a practical lesson, Mum. Just wands."
"Then where is your wand?"
"I was just getting up to get it out of my trunk before you came in. I didn't know that we were going away today… Otherwise, I would have told Mr. Lupin to stay home."
"Why is he on your bed, Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked, voice more firm.
"Sometimes, when you apparate, it's hard to direct where you'll land. I suppose that he didn't time his apparation right and ended up appearing on my bed. That's all, Mum… really."
"Oh!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lupin! I've heard quite a bit about you… Hermione said that you're her favorite teacher… and that you were quite cute, too!" Sirius shot a wide-eyed look at Hermione, holding back a grin. "Well, Mr. Lupin, I'm sorry, but we've got plans for today… Could you come back a little later, maybe? I'm sure she'd be happy to get her studies up. Yes, yes, that's my Hermione… always ahead in everything."
Sirius stood up and nodded. "Indeed, Mrs. Granger. If I could just clear a few things with Hermione… I'll leave in a few minutes after that. I'm sorry for disturbing you." I've always been good at lying he told himself.
"Yes, yes, of course! Anything for my daughter's favorite teacher!" Mrs. Granger turned and walked out through the door.
Hermione turned to Sirius, eyes widened in shock. "Oh my…"
Sirius grinned maliciously. "Cute Mr. Lupin, eh? Oooh… Hermione! Never would have figured! No wonder you were thinking of 'Remus' as the baby's middle name…!"
"Oh, shove it!" Hermione snapped. "You should be grateful that I just saved your arse!"
"Actually, Hermione… You should be grateful that I played along! If I hadn't, who knows what kind of trouble you could have gotten into by your parents. See? You need me!"
"The only thing you're good for is lying, isn't it?" asked Hermione.
"No, it isn't," added Sirius. "I'm good at practical jokes, waking others when they're having a bad dream, kissing…" He grinned cheekily.
"Is that so, Sirius Black?"
"Do you need proof?" he asked innocently.
"I'm not sure… do I?"
"I'm beginning to think that you do!"
Hermione stepped closer to Sirius, chocolate brown orbs gleaming happily. "Is that so?"
"Yeah, that's so… I'm only wondering… what kind of prank should I pull to prove it to you!"
The bushy-brown-haired girl growled inwardly. He can be such a dumbass sometimes! Sirius laughed again, pulled her closer to him, wrapping his long arms around her back. "Sirius Black! Hands off!" she added playfully.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor Granger… I just… you're just so cute that I can't keep my hands off of you! Please, Professor… don't give me detention!"
"Detention, Black… You are to scrub Snape's dungeon… with your toothbrush! No magic!" Hermione chuckled softly.
"Aww, but Professor… I didn't mean to! It was Black Sirius! Not Sirius Black!"
"There's no difference, if you have failed to notice!"
"There is a way to tell the difference," added Sirius, grinning maliciously.
"Oh yes? And how is that?"
"By kissing them." Sirius looked down into Hermione's glowing eyes, his malicious grin still spread across his lips. Hermione's heart gave a long leap in her chest, speeding up to her throat. Sirius bent down, eyes locking with hers… and gently brushed his lips against hers.
Shocked, Hermione closed her eyes, applying gentle pressure to the kiss. Her body seemed to melt away next to the strong, sturdy frame of Sirius Black. She pulled away, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her thin mouth. "And… was that Black Sirius, or Sirius Black?"
"I would say that was Sirius Black… but I'm not too sure… Maybe I should test again?"
"No, you're supposed to know those things, sir. That's two detentions, now, for lying to a Professor. We'll arrange your detention tonight at eight. Now, if you don't mind, I must get ready for my evening outing." Hermione wiggled her way out of Sirius' arms.
"Aww, but…"
"No buts! Now, if my memory doesn't seem to fail me… Mr. Lupin is supposed to be gone by now? And where is my dog, Snuffles? I'm missing him ever so dearly."
"Is that so?" Sirius asked, a content gleam shining through his eyes. "I shall just have to go find this dog Snuffles." Without a second word, Sirius popped back into his Animagus form as Snuffles, giving a soft bark in return.
Hermione opened the drawers of her dresser, pulling out a pair of denim jeans and a soft pink cotton shirt. She glanced back down at Snuffles, crinkled up her nose, and walked to the door leading to her bathroom. "I'll be right back out."
She opened the door, walked in, and glanced around. Looking into the mirror, she watched her reflection… An ordinary looking girl, disenchanted by her fluffy brown mass of hair, complete with glowing brown orbs that illuminated her face. She gave a small sigh, slipping off her clothing from the previous day, and slid into her new, clean clothing.
Taking out a hair-brush, she drug it through her hair. Being stubborn, her hair attached itself to the plastic brush. Great… Hermione thought. Static. Pulling her hair through the brush again, she took a hair-tie and pulled her hair into a high pony-tail.
Hermione pulled the bathroom door shut behind her. Snuffles stared at her with wide, gleaming eyes. "Wow, 'Mione, you look pretty good like that." Hermione's cheeks flushed.
"Why, thank you, good sir."
The two walked from Hermione's room to the downstairs kitchen. "Ready to go, Mum?" Mr. And Mrs. Granger were sitting at the kitchen table again, sipping freshly brewed tea. Snuffles padded over to Mrs. Granger again and laid his head on her lap.
"Yes, Hermione, dear… Just let me finish my tea, and we'll get going."
Snuffles gave a soft snort, pulled his head from Mrs. Granger's lap, and padded over to Hermione, who was lowering herself into a chair. "Err… Hermione?" he started.
Hermione lifted her brows in question, fully aware of her parents' presence. "Your Mum… is having more than one baby," Snuffles said, eyes twinkling.
If Hermione had been drinking tea at that moment, it would have escaped from her mouth and flown across the table. "Excuse me, Mum, Dad, I'm just going to walk outside for a few moments… get some fresh air…" she said softly, getting up from the table.
"Okay, dear… I'll be out in a few minutes."
Snuffles, taking the hint, followed Hermione out the front door. "How do you know that, Snuffles?" Hermione asked with incredulousness.
"I'm a dog, Hermione. I can sense those things!"
"Do you think she knows? Oh man, oh man… How many is she having? I don't know if I should be happy or not…" Hermione said most of this while pacing back and fourth.
"I don't know… They're not too big yet. I sensed two, but there might be up to three. Haha! You're going to have much more than one little brat running around here!"
"Up to three…? Oh no…" Just then, the front door opened and Mrs. Granger walked out. "We're going now, Mum?"
"Yes, dear… don't bring the dog… it's just us today. Would you mind horribly if we stop at the doctors today? I forgot that I had an appointment."
"It's fine, Mom. I don't mind." Hermione walked back to the front door, opened it, and shoved Snuffles inside. "Be a good boy, Snuffles. We'll be back soon."
Mrs. Granger and Hermione climbed into the car, driving into town. After a few hours of shopping (Hermione received two new bras and quite a few pairs of panties), Mrs. Granger drove them to the doctor's office, where she was to get an ultrasound.
The nurse led the two into a room, laid Mrs. Granger on a table, and said, "The doctor will be in in a moment."
Hermione grinned inwardly. This is going to be a surprise, she thought. I would like to tell Mum about the babies, but… she'd wonder how I would know. 'Oh yes, Mum… you know, Snuffles? Yes, well, he's really a wizard, and he can talk to me… he told me that you're having more than one baby!' Wouldn't that be a shocker? She gave a soft chuckle.
The doctor walked in, smiling softly at her patient. "Ultrasound today!" She pulled the gel out of the cupboard and set it on a table next to Mrs. Granger. "If you could unbutton your shirt just so the whole of your stomach is exposed… yes, just like that. We'll get started!"
She gently poured a bit of the gel on Mrs. Granger's stomach, pulled out the little scope thing, and pressed it against her stomach. The Doctor searched around, pressing softly on Mrs. Granger's stomach until a little figure showed on the screen next to her. Mrs. Granger gave a soft sob, glancing at the life-form on the screen. "My baby…" she said softly… "My baby…!"
The doctor's brow furrowed. She continued to move the scope around on her patient's belly, until a grin spread across her face. "Look at the screen, Mrs. Granger… tell me what you see."
Mrs. Granger's face turned to the screen. She gave a small gasp… On the screen resided three little figures. "What's that mean, doctor?"
Hermione's face contorted with careful glee. "It means, Mum, that you are going to have triplets."
"Oh… my…! Triplets?!?!" Mrs. Granger gasped. The doctor nodded.
"It's too early to tell the sexes of the babies… But we do know that you're having three! I want you to stay off your feet as much as you can, and get quite a bit of rest. These babies will wear you down." Mrs. Granger nodded in agreement.
*****
"You're having triplets, honey!?!" Mr. Granger asked, eyes widening. "What're we going to do? This… we're going to have to transform the Guest Room into a nursery… we're going to have to buy three bassinets or cribs for the babies… Oh… Hermione… you're going to have to help us when they're here… But you don't have to worry about them until next Summer."
"Mum, Dad! You're only having babies! Not a zoo! I know how to take care of children; I read so in A guide to taking care of Children, and What to do when you're expecting. You can borrow them, Mum, if you need, but I highly doubt that you'll have to, as you've already had me."
"Thank you, Hermione dear… We just don't want you to worry."
"Yeah, Mum… I'm not too worried. I just want my parents to be happy."
Mrs. Granger's eyes begun to well up with tears. "Oh Hermione! You're such a great daughter!" She launched her arms around her daughter's neck and held her close. "You're such a good girl! I'm so proud of you, and everything that you've done, even if you are a Witch! You're still my little Hermione!"
Hermione patted her Mum's back softly. "Thank you, Mum, but I'm no longer your little Hermione. I'm your big Hermione… soon to be the big sister of those three little babies that you have in your womb."
Mr. and Mrs. Granger exchanged glances, then looked at their daughter, eyes full of intense excitement. "We want you, not only to give the babies their middle names, dear, but we think that you should give one of them their first name… They're your little siblings! And you've had so much… experience with different names, since you've been a Witch. We just want them to be happy, with good names! And we're sure that you can do that, honey," Mrs. Granger added.
The bushy-brown-haired girl smiled meekly. "Thanks, Mum…"
With her last words, she turned and walked up the stairs, giving her parents a small, "Goodnight, Mum, Dad."
*****
Hermione entered her room with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Hey, Snuffles," she greeted the large black dog lounging on her bed. "What are you doing, you nutter?"
"Lying on your bed, waiting for you to climb up here with me, perhaps?" Snuffles inquired.
"And why is that? I thought we distinguished that you have a detention to serve tonight, hm?"
"So? Can't I do it tomorrow?"
Hermione put her hands on her hips, glaring at the large dog with a feverish look in her eyes. "Sirius, be serious."
"But I am serious… otherwise, I wouldn't be Sirius!"
"Sirius! I mean it!"
"I mean it, too! I'm seriously Sirius!"
Hermione gave a hard glare to Sirius. "I see…" She turned to walk into her bathroom before Crookshanks weaved himself between her legs. "Oh, Crookshanks… I haven't been giving you much attention, have I? I'm sorry!" She heaved the large Ginger cat up.
"Damn cat gets all of the attention," Sirius muttered to himself. He rolled over on Hermione's bed, groaning as he stretched his arms out. "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts… deedlydeedee!" He sang, grinning as Hermione turned her head to him and stuck out her tongue.
"You were right, you know. My Mum's not having one baby, but triplets… and she wants me to give them all middle names, and give one of them their first name. I have no clue what to name them!"
"I say you name a boy… Sirius." He laughed at the look forming on her face. "What? Don't you like that name? I happen to enjoy it!"
"Whether I like it or not doesn't matter. It's the thought that counts. 'C'mere, Dog Star! C'mere!' Yeah, that's what I want my little brother called… if I have one."
"Maybe you should just name him Remus!" Hermione face flushed and Sirius chortled heartily. "I knew it!"
"Knew what, you dog?"
"Knew that you had something for Remus J. Lupin!"
"Oh shut up!" She growled, throwing a pillow at Sirius' head. "No. I have something for you, instead."
"Good thing Mum didn't what, dear?" Hermione's Mum asked.
Hermione froze. Mrs. Granger was bound to notice Sirius… what was she going to do to explain him being there? "Who's he, and why is he in your room, Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked, her voice firm and slightly demanding.
"Mum… this is Remus Lupin… you know, my old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione lied.
"What is he doing in your room Hermione?"
"I asked him to help me with some of my school work… he just apparated here to show me a few things. He won't be here too long, Mum."
Mrs. Granger's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't see your books out, dear."
"It's a practical lesson, Mum. Just wands."
"Then where is your wand?"
"I was just getting up to get it out of my trunk before you came in. I didn't know that we were going away today… Otherwise, I would have told Mr. Lupin to stay home."
"Why is he on your bed, Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked, voice more firm.
"Sometimes, when you apparate, it's hard to direct where you'll land. I suppose that he didn't time his apparation right and ended up appearing on my bed. That's all, Mum… really."
"Oh!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lupin! I've heard quite a bit about you… Hermione said that you're her favorite teacher… and that you were quite cute, too!" Sirius shot a wide-eyed look at Hermione, holding back a grin. "Well, Mr. Lupin, I'm sorry, but we've got plans for today… Could you come back a little later, maybe? I'm sure she'd be happy to get her studies up. Yes, yes, that's my Hermione… always ahead in everything."
Sirius stood up and nodded. "Indeed, Mrs. Granger. If I could just clear a few things with Hermione… I'll leave in a few minutes after that. I'm sorry for disturbing you." I've always been good at lying he told himself.
"Yes, yes, of course! Anything for my daughter's favorite teacher!" Mrs. Granger turned and walked out through the door.
Hermione turned to Sirius, eyes widened in shock. "Oh my…"
Sirius grinned maliciously. "Cute Mr. Lupin, eh? Oooh… Hermione! Never would have figured! No wonder you were thinking of 'Remus' as the baby's middle name…!"
"Oh, shove it!" Hermione snapped. "You should be grateful that I just saved your arse!"
"Actually, Hermione… You should be grateful that I played along! If I hadn't, who knows what kind of trouble you could have gotten into by your parents. See? You need me!"
"The only thing you're good for is lying, isn't it?" asked Hermione.
"No, it isn't," added Sirius. "I'm good at practical jokes, waking others when they're having a bad dream, kissing…" He grinned cheekily.
"Is that so, Sirius Black?"
"Do you need proof?" he asked innocently.
"I'm not sure… do I?"
"I'm beginning to think that you do!"
Hermione stepped closer to Sirius, chocolate brown orbs gleaming happily. "Is that so?"
"Yeah, that's so… I'm only wondering… what kind of prank should I pull to prove it to you!"
The bushy-brown-haired girl growled inwardly. He can be such a dumbass sometimes! Sirius laughed again, pulled her closer to him, wrapping his long arms around her back. "Sirius Black! Hands off!" she added playfully.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor Granger… I just… you're just so cute that I can't keep my hands off of you! Please, Professor… don't give me detention!"
"Detention, Black… You are to scrub Snape's dungeon… with your toothbrush! No magic!" Hermione chuckled softly.
"Aww, but Professor… I didn't mean to! It was Black Sirius! Not Sirius Black!"
"There's no difference, if you have failed to notice!"
"There is a way to tell the difference," added Sirius, grinning maliciously.
"Oh yes? And how is that?"
"By kissing them." Sirius looked down into Hermione's glowing eyes, his malicious grin still spread across his lips. Hermione's heart gave a long leap in her chest, speeding up to her throat. Sirius bent down, eyes locking with hers… and gently brushed his lips against hers.
Shocked, Hermione closed her eyes, applying gentle pressure to the kiss. Her body seemed to melt away next to the strong, sturdy frame of Sirius Black. She pulled away, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her thin mouth. "And… was that Black Sirius, or Sirius Black?"
"I would say that was Sirius Black… but I'm not too sure… Maybe I should test again?"
"No, you're supposed to know those things, sir. That's two detentions, now, for lying to a Professor. We'll arrange your detention tonight at eight. Now, if you don't mind, I must get ready for my evening outing." Hermione wiggled her way out of Sirius' arms.
"Aww, but…"
"No buts! Now, if my memory doesn't seem to fail me… Mr. Lupin is supposed to be gone by now? And where is my dog, Snuffles? I'm missing him ever so dearly."
"Is that so?" Sirius asked, a content gleam shining through his eyes. "I shall just have to go find this dog Snuffles." Without a second word, Sirius popped back into his Animagus form as Snuffles, giving a soft bark in return.
Hermione opened the drawers of her dresser, pulling out a pair of denim jeans and a soft pink cotton shirt. She glanced back down at Snuffles, crinkled up her nose, and walked to the door leading to her bathroom. "I'll be right back out."
She opened the door, walked in, and glanced around. Looking into the mirror, she watched her reflection… An ordinary looking girl, disenchanted by her fluffy brown mass of hair, complete with glowing brown orbs that illuminated her face. She gave a small sigh, slipping off her clothing from the previous day, and slid into her new, clean clothing.
Taking out a hair-brush, she drug it through her hair. Being stubborn, her hair attached itself to the plastic brush. Great… Hermione thought. Static. Pulling her hair through the brush again, she took a hair-tie and pulled her hair into a high pony-tail.
Hermione pulled the bathroom door shut behind her. Snuffles stared at her with wide, gleaming eyes. "Wow, 'Mione, you look pretty good like that." Hermione's cheeks flushed.
"Why, thank you, good sir."
The two walked from Hermione's room to the downstairs kitchen. "Ready to go, Mum?" Mr. And Mrs. Granger were sitting at the kitchen table again, sipping freshly brewed tea. Snuffles padded over to Mrs. Granger again and laid his head on her lap.
"Yes, Hermione, dear… Just let me finish my tea, and we'll get going."
Snuffles gave a soft snort, pulled his head from Mrs. Granger's lap, and padded over to Hermione, who was lowering herself into a chair. "Err… Hermione?" he started.
Hermione lifted her brows in question, fully aware of her parents' presence. "Your Mum… is having more than one baby," Snuffles said, eyes twinkling.
If Hermione had been drinking tea at that moment, it would have escaped from her mouth and flown across the table. "Excuse me, Mum, Dad, I'm just going to walk outside for a few moments… get some fresh air…" she said softly, getting up from the table.
"Okay, dear… I'll be out in a few minutes."
Snuffles, taking the hint, followed Hermione out the front door. "How do you know that, Snuffles?" Hermione asked with incredulousness.
"I'm a dog, Hermione. I can sense those things!"
"Do you think she knows? Oh man, oh man… How many is she having? I don't know if I should be happy or not…" Hermione said most of this while pacing back and fourth.
"I don't know… They're not too big yet. I sensed two, but there might be up to three. Haha! You're going to have much more than one little brat running around here!"
"Up to three…? Oh no…" Just then, the front door opened and Mrs. Granger walked out. "We're going now, Mum?"
"Yes, dear… don't bring the dog… it's just us today. Would you mind horribly if we stop at the doctors today? I forgot that I had an appointment."
"It's fine, Mom. I don't mind." Hermione walked back to the front door, opened it, and shoved Snuffles inside. "Be a good boy, Snuffles. We'll be back soon."
Mrs. Granger and Hermione climbed into the car, driving into town. After a few hours of shopping (Hermione received two new bras and quite a few pairs of panties), Mrs. Granger drove them to the doctor's office, where she was to get an ultrasound.
The nurse led the two into a room, laid Mrs. Granger on a table, and said, "The doctor will be in in a moment."
Hermione grinned inwardly. This is going to be a surprise, she thought. I would like to tell Mum about the babies, but… she'd wonder how I would know. 'Oh yes, Mum… you know, Snuffles? Yes, well, he's really a wizard, and he can talk to me… he told me that you're having more than one baby!' Wouldn't that be a shocker? She gave a soft chuckle.
The doctor walked in, smiling softly at her patient. "Ultrasound today!" She pulled the gel out of the cupboard and set it on a table next to Mrs. Granger. "If you could unbutton your shirt just so the whole of your stomach is exposed… yes, just like that. We'll get started!"
She gently poured a bit of the gel on Mrs. Granger's stomach, pulled out the little scope thing, and pressed it against her stomach. The Doctor searched around, pressing softly on Mrs. Granger's stomach until a little figure showed on the screen next to her. Mrs. Granger gave a soft sob, glancing at the life-form on the screen. "My baby…" she said softly… "My baby…!"
The doctor's brow furrowed. She continued to move the scope around on her patient's belly, until a grin spread across her face. "Look at the screen, Mrs. Granger… tell me what you see."
Mrs. Granger's face turned to the screen. She gave a small gasp… On the screen resided three little figures. "What's that mean, doctor?"
Hermione's face contorted with careful glee. "It means, Mum, that you are going to have triplets."
"Oh… my…! Triplets?!?!" Mrs. Granger gasped. The doctor nodded.
"It's too early to tell the sexes of the babies… But we do know that you're having three! I want you to stay off your feet as much as you can, and get quite a bit of rest. These babies will wear you down." Mrs. Granger nodded in agreement.
"You're having triplets, honey!?!" Mr. Granger asked, eyes widening. "What're we going to do? This… we're going to have to transform the Guest Room into a nursery… we're going to have to buy three bassinets or cribs for the babies… Oh… Hermione… you're going to have to help us when they're here… But you don't have to worry about them until next Summer."
"Mum, Dad! You're only having babies! Not a zoo! I know how to take care of children; I read so in A guide to taking care of Children, and What to do when you're expecting. You can borrow them, Mum, if you need, but I highly doubt that you'll have to, as you've already had me."
"Thank you, Hermione dear… We just don't want you to worry."
"Yeah, Mum… I'm not too worried. I just want my parents to be happy."
Mrs. Granger's eyes begun to well up with tears. "Oh Hermione! You're such a great daughter!" She launched her arms around her daughter's neck and held her close. "You're such a good girl! I'm so proud of you, and everything that you've done, even if you are a Witch! You're still my little Hermione!"
Hermione patted her Mum's back softly. "Thank you, Mum, but I'm no longer your little Hermione. I'm your big Hermione… soon to be the big sister of those three little babies that you have in your womb."
Mr. and Mrs. Granger exchanged glances, then looked at their daughter, eyes full of intense excitement. "We want you, not only to give the babies their middle names, dear, but we think that you should give one of them their first name… They're your little siblings! And you've had so much… experience with different names, since you've been a Witch. We just want them to be happy, with good names! And we're sure that you can do that, honey," Mrs. Granger added.
The bushy-brown-haired girl smiled meekly. "Thanks, Mum…"
With her last words, she turned and walked up the stairs, giving her parents a small, "Goodnight, Mum, Dad."
Hermione entered her room with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Hey, Snuffles," she greeted the large black dog lounging on her bed. "What are you doing, you nutter?"
"Lying on your bed, waiting for you to climb up here with me, perhaps?" Snuffles inquired.
"And why is that? I thought we distinguished that you have a detention to serve tonight, hm?"
"So? Can't I do it tomorrow?"
Hermione put her hands on her hips, glaring at the large dog with a feverish look in her eyes. "Sirius, be serious."
"But I am serious… otherwise, I wouldn't be Sirius!"
"Sirius! I mean it!"
"I mean it, too! I'm seriously Sirius!"
Hermione gave a hard glare to Sirius. "I see…" She turned to walk into her bathroom before Crookshanks weaved himself between her legs. "Oh, Crookshanks… I haven't been giving you much attention, have I? I'm sorry!" She heaved the large Ginger cat up.
"Damn cat gets all of the attention," Sirius muttered to himself. He rolled over on Hermione's bed, groaning as he stretched his arms out. "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts… deedlydeedee!" He sang, grinning as Hermione turned her head to him and stuck out her tongue.
"You were right, you know. My Mum's not having one baby, but triplets… and she wants me to give them all middle names, and give one of them their first name. I have no clue what to name them!"
"I say you name a boy… Sirius." He laughed at the look forming on her face. "What? Don't you like that name? I happen to enjoy it!"
"Whether I like it or not doesn't matter. It's the thought that counts. 'C'mere, Dog Star! C'mere!' Yeah, that's what I want my little brother called… if I have one."
"Maybe you should just name him Remus!" Hermione face flushed and Sirius chortled heartily. "I knew it!"
"Knew what, you dog?"
"Knew that you had something for Remus J. Lupin!"
"Oh shut up!" She growled, throwing a pillow at Sirius' head. "No. I have something for you, instead."