12 YRS LATER!!!!!
WARNING: THIS IS 12 YEARS LATER!! SO EVERYONE IS GROWN UP!! THE STORY WILL UNRAVEL WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PAST 12 YEARS EVENTUALLY!! ( PLZ R&R!! (
Hermione hopped out of bed and went to wash up. Draco had already left to work so Hermione would once again be left alone with her kids. She sighed, hurriedly dressed, and headed downstairs.
"Mom! Annabelle and Austin are crying AGAIN!" cried an exasperated little brunette. Her name was Phoebe. Or as Draco called her, the replica of Hogwarts Hermione. She looked like an exact duplicate of Hermione, except for the glasses. Even her mind worked the same way. And she was only 6! She had cute, rectangular, brown glasses that sat upon her lightly freckled nose. Hermione thanked her and went off to the baby's nursery room.
Annabelle and Austin were twins. They were mini Draco's. They both had the blonde hair and those bluish grayish eyes.
"Were you two crying again? What is it this time? Oh, you just dropped your teddy bears." She went over and picked up Mr. Fluff and Mrs. Fluffies. She placed them in the crib and patted the twins' heads affectionately. They giggled and sat down as they ripped their teddy bears apart. How could Hermione blame them? They were only 5 months old.
She raced down the stairs to the kitchen and called the kids. Then Draco came in.
"No work?" Hermione asked.
"Nope. They gave me the week off for being the best gentleman in the group!" He kissed Hermione and sat down awaiting the stampede. In raced 7 kids. The first two were Adelaide and Phoebe.
Adelaide was a cute little chubby girl that resembled Draco. All of Hermione's kids did except Phoebe. She was the oddball and never let her parents forget it. She was always complaining about why she had to be different.
"Mommy, did you make pancake?" asked Adelaide. Hermione and Draco were proud of her and the baby twins. She spoke well for a 2 year old and the twins already knew mommy, daddy, trouble (known as twabull), and uh-o.
"Yes, dear. I believe Trinity made pancakes. The little house-elf beside Hermione nodded and called out to the other house-elves. There were 7 in total. But Trinity was the best.
Next came the twins. Not the baby ones, but the middle-aged ones, Colette and Camilla. They also resembled Draco except for the fact that they had green eyes. Somehow they had inherited them from some far relative, Draco's great-great-great-great-great aunt Elizabeth. They were also known as the new Fred and George. The name gave the personality away. They were the trouble-makers of the family. The only way you could ever tell them apart were the freckles. Camilla had freckles, Colette didn't. They had tried oh so many times to remove them or add some to the other, but to no avail. Hermione couldn't help but laugh as she remembered the time they had tried to use white-out. They looked just plain funny.
"Hey mom and dad," they said in unison. Camilla and Colette shot each other the tongue and Draco laughed as he patted them on the back affectionately.
Then in came Joyce. Joyce was the pretty one. But she wasn't as pretty as her older sister. And she was always asking her older sister to make her look prettier. And today Page had decided it wouldn't hurt to dye her sisters ends purple.
"Hi mom," cried Joyce happily, but then she spotted her father, "Oh, umm,,,hi dad," and with that she tried to run out of the kitchen, but he caught her.
"What's that in your hair, young lady?" he asked.
"Dye, dad. All the girls do it! It's all the rage!"
"I don't care if it's all the rage. My nine year old daughter will not have it. Now take it off." When Draco made up his mind, everyone knew not to argue. She turned around and Draco muttered a charm and it got off immediately. Then in came Hermione's oldest twins and kids.
The oldest twins were I.J. and Page. They were both about to turn 11 and were starting Hogwarts this September.
"Page, dying your sister's hair was uncalled for, you hear?" Hermione said. But before Page could answer, Hermione spotted something.
I.J. was hiding something and Hermione sensed it.
"Ian Josehp Malfoy! What are you hiding from me?" she asked angrily.
"Nothing mom!"
"Let me see."
"I said nothing!" But Hermione grabbed the item and held it out for Draco to see.
"A wand! Where on earth did you get this Ian Joseph Malfoy?! And you better not lie to me!" she hollered. Adelaide clutched Phoebe's hand in fright. She hated it when her mum screamed like that, but it was rare.
"We got it from your owl, Gwen. She also had this letter with it." Hermione snatched the letter from I.J.'s hand and read it. Her eyes grew wide and she gave it to Draco as she collapsed on the chair, her face as pale as ever.
"Oh my god, mum! Are you alright?!" cried Page as she ran over to her and started fanning her with a napkin. Hermione just sat there. Draco read it and looked up, astonished. They had found them. After many years, they had finally found them.
WARNING: THIS IS 12 YEARS LATER!! SO EVERYONE IS GROWN UP!! THE STORY WILL UNRAVEL WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PAST 12 YEARS EVENTUALLY!! ( PLZ R&R!! (
Hermione hopped out of bed and went to wash up. Draco had already left to work so Hermione would once again be left alone with her kids. She sighed, hurriedly dressed, and headed downstairs.
"Mom! Annabelle and Austin are crying AGAIN!" cried an exasperated little brunette. Her name was Phoebe. Or as Draco called her, the replica of Hogwarts Hermione. She looked like an exact duplicate of Hermione, except for the glasses. Even her mind worked the same way. And she was only 6! She had cute, rectangular, brown glasses that sat upon her lightly freckled nose. Hermione thanked her and went off to the baby's nursery room.
Annabelle and Austin were twins. They were mini Draco's. They both had the blonde hair and those bluish grayish eyes.
"Were you two crying again? What is it this time? Oh, you just dropped your teddy bears." She went over and picked up Mr. Fluff and Mrs. Fluffies. She placed them in the crib and patted the twins' heads affectionately. They giggled and sat down as they ripped their teddy bears apart. How could Hermione blame them? They were only 5 months old.
She raced down the stairs to the kitchen and called the kids. Then Draco came in.
"No work?" Hermione asked.
"Nope. They gave me the week off for being the best gentleman in the group!" He kissed Hermione and sat down awaiting the stampede. In raced 7 kids. The first two were Adelaide and Phoebe.
Adelaide was a cute little chubby girl that resembled Draco. All of Hermione's kids did except Phoebe. She was the oddball and never let her parents forget it. She was always complaining about why she had to be different.
"Mommy, did you make pancake?" asked Adelaide. Hermione and Draco were proud of her and the baby twins. She spoke well for a 2 year old and the twins already knew mommy, daddy, trouble (known as twabull), and uh-o.
"Yes, dear. I believe Trinity made pancakes. The little house-elf beside Hermione nodded and called out to the other house-elves. There were 7 in total. But Trinity was the best.
Next came the twins. Not the baby ones, but the middle-aged ones, Colette and Camilla. They also resembled Draco except for the fact that they had green eyes. Somehow they had inherited them from some far relative, Draco's great-great-great-great-great aunt Elizabeth. They were also known as the new Fred and George. The name gave the personality away. They were the trouble-makers of the family. The only way you could ever tell them apart were the freckles. Camilla had freckles, Colette didn't. They had tried oh so many times to remove them or add some to the other, but to no avail. Hermione couldn't help but laugh as she remembered the time they had tried to use white-out. They looked just plain funny.
"Hey mom and dad," they said in unison. Camilla and Colette shot each other the tongue and Draco laughed as he patted them on the back affectionately.
Then in came Joyce. Joyce was the pretty one. But she wasn't as pretty as her older sister. And she was always asking her older sister to make her look prettier. And today Page had decided it wouldn't hurt to dye her sisters ends purple.
"Hi mom," cried Joyce happily, but then she spotted her father, "Oh, umm,,,hi dad," and with that she tried to run out of the kitchen, but he caught her.
"What's that in your hair, young lady?" he asked.
"Dye, dad. All the girls do it! It's all the rage!"
"I don't care if it's all the rage. My nine year old daughter will not have it. Now take it off." When Draco made up his mind, everyone knew not to argue. She turned around and Draco muttered a charm and it got off immediately. Then in came Hermione's oldest twins and kids.
The oldest twins were I.J. and Page. They were both about to turn 11 and were starting Hogwarts this September.
"Page, dying your sister's hair was uncalled for, you hear?" Hermione said. But before Page could answer, Hermione spotted something.
I.J. was hiding something and Hermione sensed it.
"Ian Josehp Malfoy! What are you hiding from me?" she asked angrily.
"Nothing mom!"
"Let me see."
"I said nothing!" But Hermione grabbed the item and held it out for Draco to see.
"A wand! Where on earth did you get this Ian Joseph Malfoy?! And you better not lie to me!" she hollered. Adelaide clutched Phoebe's hand in fright. She hated it when her mum screamed like that, but it was rare.
"We got it from your owl, Gwen. She also had this letter with it." Hermione snatched the letter from I.J.'s hand and read it. Her eyes grew wide and she gave it to Draco as she collapsed on the chair, her face as pale as ever.
"Oh my god, mum! Are you alright?!" cried Page as she ran over to her and started fanning her with a napkin. Hermione just sat there. Draco read it and looked up, astonished. They had found them. After many years, they had finally found them.