*** Ok here is the deal. I deleted the first chapter and reworked it.
Someone (you know who you are) gave me some help with the writing style.
My offer still stands if anyone wants to help me out with this story. Here
is chapter 3 sorry it's not that long either. I didn't have much time
today to do much of anything, also I think I had writers block. (
Chapter 3 The Lesson Begins
Hermione came back to the house about an hour later with her arms overflowing with stuff. As she walked through the front door Harry wondered to himself how she even opened it. He got up off the sofa and made his way to her, took almost all of the bags, and followed her into the kitchen.
" Well, did the famous Harry Potter finally face defeat at the hands of a baby girl?" asked Hermione.
" No, I am still undefeated." He said with his head held high and his winning smile.
" So another words she slept the whole time I was gone."
Lowering his head, and speaking low he said, " Yes."
Hermione was fighting a smile but lost the battle with herself at his confession. She loved the fact that she could joke with him on life's little moments. It was one of the things she loved about him. When she started to empty some of the bags he moved to stand behind, and off to the side of her to see what she had bought at the store. As her back was to him she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
Shivering slightly she spoke, " Don't do that."
" What?" he asked confused.
" That! You are breathing on my neck, and giving me goose bumps."
Grinning he leaned in closer to mess with her better, " Really, I had no idea I gave you these kinds of reactions."
Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief as he told her this. He loved Hermione and it was moments like this that he felt most comfortable with her. The times that he could say the things he always wanted to say, but never dared to for fear of ruining there friendship or worse rejection. Now he was setting her up, and waiting for her next words.
" YOU don't." she said this giggling.
" Come on let's stop playing games you know you want me."
Suddenly he spun her around and started to tickle her. She began laughing so much she could hardly say her next words.
"Ah! Stop it Harry!"
" Say you want me. I won't stop till you do."
He was going to hear her say it. Then there was an ear-piercing scream, and the moment was suddenly gone. Harry and Hermione separated quickly, and looked into each other's eyes. They were so involved with one another they completely forgot about Anastasia. The noise they were making had just woken her up.
Looking over to the place that Anastasia was screaming from he said, " Ok, she is defiantly not happy now. "
"And the lesson begins Mr. Potter." Said Hermione
She was watching him and studding the range of emotions he was going through, because of the babies crying. He followed her as she walked over to Anastasia. Then she gracefully bent down, unbuckled the restraints, picked her up, and started to hand her over to Harry.
"W What do I do?" asked Harry
" Hold her" was her simple answer. " I can't I'm soaked to the bone because of the rain, and I need to go change into something dry."
Hermione then placed Anastasia into his arms and he suddenly became a statue. All of his fears of doing something wrong with her were now evident. Hermione didn't understand how something so defenseless, and small could invoke so much fear in someone.
"Relax, your too stiff. Come here and sit on the couch." She said.
Harry started to move slower than a turtle, and by the time he reached the sofa Mione was in full-blown hysterics. As he sat down she started to make her way to her bedroom to change leaving him with Anastasia.
" Oh please don't cry Stasia. I know I'm not very good at this, but please just don't cry."
As Harry was talking to her his posture started to relax, his grip on her loosened, his voice seemed to calm her, and her cries stopped. He felt a small piece of accomplishment at what he had just done, and became a bit more confident with her. He moved the hand that was placed under her legs and wiped the small tears that were on her face.
" There there it will be ok I promise."
At these words little Anastasia looked up with her big blue eyes and smiled at him. Her smile was addictive and he found himself smiling back at her. He became lost in her and began to think this isn't so bad. As Hermione finished dressing and walked out of the bedroom to help Harry she was stunned at what she was looking at. Harry was sitting on the couch smiling down at Anastasia and she was smiling back at him.
Chapter 3 The Lesson Begins
Hermione came back to the house about an hour later with her arms overflowing with stuff. As she walked through the front door Harry wondered to himself how she even opened it. He got up off the sofa and made his way to her, took almost all of the bags, and followed her into the kitchen.
" Well, did the famous Harry Potter finally face defeat at the hands of a baby girl?" asked Hermione.
" No, I am still undefeated." He said with his head held high and his winning smile.
" So another words she slept the whole time I was gone."
Lowering his head, and speaking low he said, " Yes."
Hermione was fighting a smile but lost the battle with herself at his confession. She loved the fact that she could joke with him on life's little moments. It was one of the things she loved about him. When she started to empty some of the bags he moved to stand behind, and off to the side of her to see what she had bought at the store. As her back was to him she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
Shivering slightly she spoke, " Don't do that."
" What?" he asked confused.
" That! You are breathing on my neck, and giving me goose bumps."
Grinning he leaned in closer to mess with her better, " Really, I had no idea I gave you these kinds of reactions."
Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief as he told her this. He loved Hermione and it was moments like this that he felt most comfortable with her. The times that he could say the things he always wanted to say, but never dared to for fear of ruining there friendship or worse rejection. Now he was setting her up, and waiting for her next words.
" YOU don't." she said this giggling.
" Come on let's stop playing games you know you want me."
Suddenly he spun her around and started to tickle her. She began laughing so much she could hardly say her next words.
"Ah! Stop it Harry!"
" Say you want me. I won't stop till you do."
He was going to hear her say it. Then there was an ear-piercing scream, and the moment was suddenly gone. Harry and Hermione separated quickly, and looked into each other's eyes. They were so involved with one another they completely forgot about Anastasia. The noise they were making had just woken her up.
Looking over to the place that Anastasia was screaming from he said, " Ok, she is defiantly not happy now. "
"And the lesson begins Mr. Potter." Said Hermione
She was watching him and studding the range of emotions he was going through, because of the babies crying. He followed her as she walked over to Anastasia. Then she gracefully bent down, unbuckled the restraints, picked her up, and started to hand her over to Harry.
"W What do I do?" asked Harry
" Hold her" was her simple answer. " I can't I'm soaked to the bone because of the rain, and I need to go change into something dry."
Hermione then placed Anastasia into his arms and he suddenly became a statue. All of his fears of doing something wrong with her were now evident. Hermione didn't understand how something so defenseless, and small could invoke so much fear in someone.
"Relax, your too stiff. Come here and sit on the couch." She said.
Harry started to move slower than a turtle, and by the time he reached the sofa Mione was in full-blown hysterics. As he sat down she started to make her way to her bedroom to change leaving him with Anastasia.
" Oh please don't cry Stasia. I know I'm not very good at this, but please just don't cry."
As Harry was talking to her his posture started to relax, his grip on her loosened, his voice seemed to calm her, and her cries stopped. He felt a small piece of accomplishment at what he had just done, and became a bit more confident with her. He moved the hand that was placed under her legs and wiped the small tears that were on her face.
" There there it will be ok I promise."
At these words little Anastasia looked up with her big blue eyes and smiled at him. Her smile was addictive and he found himself smiling back at her. He became lost in her and began to think this isn't so bad. As Hermione finished dressing and walked out of the bedroom to help Harry she was stunned at what she was looking at. Harry was sitting on the couch smiling down at Anastasia and she was smiling back at him.
