Legal Jargon: I bow down to J.K. Rowling's feet and beg for her forgiveness
as I take her characters from behind her back and use it in this story:
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny, (and although I'd hate to say it) Draco
and some other characters are not mine!
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
What Parents' Do When You're Not Home
He started transfixed into the large golden framed mirror. Tracing his index finger around his eye area, he cursed as he noticed another subtle wrinkle has magically appeared.
'Damn!' he thought. 'Draco Malfoy, you ain't that old, but you look like you're 60!'
Of course, this was not true. Its one of the traits that all Malfoy's possess: The ridiculous search for perfection. Nothing is good enough unless it's perfect. Draco, in fact, looked young for his age, which was thirty-two.
Groaning more as he looked at his previous imperfections, he stomped out of his enormous bathroom into his gigantic bedroom, consisting of assorted furnitures and a four-post cherry oak double bed in the middle. On the bed was his wife, facing away from him as she slept. He smirked and crept over to her. He rested next to her and began stroking her hair.
'Perfect.' He thought to himself as he was just about to lean in to kiss her cheeks. Ginny turned and he ended up kissing her luscious lips instead. not that he was complaining. It was another minute before their lips parted.
"I can't sleep." Whispered Ginny with a worried expression on her face.
"I can see that." Purred Draco, as he gave her a cheeky grin. It's hard to believe that they have been married for eleven years, as most people expected them to separate after five. But they seem to be still acting like newly weds.
Ginny sat up slightly.
"I'm worried about Guthrie."
Draco gave an annoyed grunt.
"That mut." He said in a gloomy tone. "Why are you so worried about him? He'll be fine on his own in that school. It's his second year already, how wrong could it possibly go?"
Ginny was still apprehensive.
"I talked to his teachers last year. They said that he was a bit anti- social and his grades were not very good. I thought it was just a phase and that he would get over it during the summer holidays, but I guess he hasn't, judging by the way he acted at the station."
Draco grimaced.
"I knew that kid was a failure. He'll never be successful like me. I blame you. You spoilt him too much as a child."
"And who brought him that Firebolt 3000, new Quidditch robe, a new pet eagle AND gave him 200 galleons for his fifth birthday?" Ginny retorted.
Draco rubbed his temples in frustration. Another of these quarrels over that brat she calls his son. Its not that Draco totally despises the kid, but he wished that his son was more like him, a successful graduate who got good grades but yet found the time to make other people's lives hell. Now that was what he called successful.
"Look," he started, trying to calm his now fired up wife down. "Can we please just stop fighting over that git?"
Wrong words used.
"That GIT is your son!" she yelled, her face flushed from anger.
Draco sighed. This was going nowhere.
"Look, he'll be fine, okay? You can't change anything by just sitting here worrying your ass off, so let's just get over it. I'll owl him in the morning to see how he's doing."
Ginny calmed herself down a bit. It was true, there was nothing she could really do.
"Now," continued Draco. "Can we.?" he purred as he raised an eyebrow.
Ginny smirked as she moved closer to him. Their lips were so close now. Just a little closer.
"No."
*****
"Harry, I'm so scared for my little baby."
Harry sighed. Hermione has been saying that since this morning.
"Raven's old enough to take care of herself. I'm sure she's fine. Besides, weren't we her age when we went to Hogwarts?"
Hermione made a slight 'hmm' sound.
"Yeah, but this time I'm the parent. Oh dear, I hope she has packed everything she needed. Did she take 'The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe'? That's her favourite book."
"Hermione, stop being such a worry wart and come to bed." Said Harry as he patted on the mattress. Hermione reluctantly did so and Harry embraced her from behind and proceeded to fall into a peaceful slumber, when.
"Oh my gosh! Did she bring fluffy? She can't sleep without that doll." Hermione exclaimed as she quickly jumped out of bed to check.
Harry could only shake his head.
*****
Luna laid in bed as she read the latest edition of 'The Quibbler'. Since her and Ron got married, her dad decided to retire and made her the editor of the magazine. Ron became a Quidditch coach for a local Quidditch team and was earning a more than reasonable income. No longer were the Weasley's poor. noooo. they were now middle class.
Luna's attention was distracted when she noticed Ron resting his head on his arm, eyes holding a rather seductive look.
"No Ron, I will not have sex with you." She managed to say before turning her attention back to the paper.
"Why not?" Ron protested with agony. "The healer said that it would be good for the birth."
Luna gave him an amazed looked.
"Ronald Weasley." She said threateningly. "Do you think I am that gullible?"
Ron grinned.
"You want the truth?" he asked audaciously. Luna just glared at him. He continued. "Besides, it's the first time the twin's are away. Can't we make the most of it?"
Luna thought about it for a moment.
"No."
Ron groaned and dropped back on is side of the bed.
"Women."
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Next Chapter: As the train speeds of to the children's new home, it's bonding time on the train. (Yes, the next chapter occurs before events of this chapter. Confusing eh?)
Author's Note: I think this chapter is short. Oh wells, thanks to the people that reviewed. Greatly appreciate it! Thank you! Hope to update soon!
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
What Parents' Do When You're Not Home
He started transfixed into the large golden framed mirror. Tracing his index finger around his eye area, he cursed as he noticed another subtle wrinkle has magically appeared.
'Damn!' he thought. 'Draco Malfoy, you ain't that old, but you look like you're 60!'
Of course, this was not true. Its one of the traits that all Malfoy's possess: The ridiculous search for perfection. Nothing is good enough unless it's perfect. Draco, in fact, looked young for his age, which was thirty-two.
Groaning more as he looked at his previous imperfections, he stomped out of his enormous bathroom into his gigantic bedroom, consisting of assorted furnitures and a four-post cherry oak double bed in the middle. On the bed was his wife, facing away from him as she slept. He smirked and crept over to her. He rested next to her and began stroking her hair.
'Perfect.' He thought to himself as he was just about to lean in to kiss her cheeks. Ginny turned and he ended up kissing her luscious lips instead. not that he was complaining. It was another minute before their lips parted.
"I can't sleep." Whispered Ginny with a worried expression on her face.
"I can see that." Purred Draco, as he gave her a cheeky grin. It's hard to believe that they have been married for eleven years, as most people expected them to separate after five. But they seem to be still acting like newly weds.
Ginny sat up slightly.
"I'm worried about Guthrie."
Draco gave an annoyed grunt.
"That mut." He said in a gloomy tone. "Why are you so worried about him? He'll be fine on his own in that school. It's his second year already, how wrong could it possibly go?"
Ginny was still apprehensive.
"I talked to his teachers last year. They said that he was a bit anti- social and his grades were not very good. I thought it was just a phase and that he would get over it during the summer holidays, but I guess he hasn't, judging by the way he acted at the station."
Draco grimaced.
"I knew that kid was a failure. He'll never be successful like me. I blame you. You spoilt him too much as a child."
"And who brought him that Firebolt 3000, new Quidditch robe, a new pet eagle AND gave him 200 galleons for his fifth birthday?" Ginny retorted.
Draco rubbed his temples in frustration. Another of these quarrels over that brat she calls his son. Its not that Draco totally despises the kid, but he wished that his son was more like him, a successful graduate who got good grades but yet found the time to make other people's lives hell. Now that was what he called successful.
"Look," he started, trying to calm his now fired up wife down. "Can we please just stop fighting over that git?"
Wrong words used.
"That GIT is your son!" she yelled, her face flushed from anger.
Draco sighed. This was going nowhere.
"Look, he'll be fine, okay? You can't change anything by just sitting here worrying your ass off, so let's just get over it. I'll owl him in the morning to see how he's doing."
Ginny calmed herself down a bit. It was true, there was nothing she could really do.
"Now," continued Draco. "Can we.?" he purred as he raised an eyebrow.
Ginny smirked as she moved closer to him. Their lips were so close now. Just a little closer.
"No."
*****
"Harry, I'm so scared for my little baby."
Harry sighed. Hermione has been saying that since this morning.
"Raven's old enough to take care of herself. I'm sure she's fine. Besides, weren't we her age when we went to Hogwarts?"
Hermione made a slight 'hmm' sound.
"Yeah, but this time I'm the parent. Oh dear, I hope she has packed everything she needed. Did she take 'The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe'? That's her favourite book."
"Hermione, stop being such a worry wart and come to bed." Said Harry as he patted on the mattress. Hermione reluctantly did so and Harry embraced her from behind and proceeded to fall into a peaceful slumber, when.
"Oh my gosh! Did she bring fluffy? She can't sleep without that doll." Hermione exclaimed as she quickly jumped out of bed to check.
Harry could only shake his head.
*****
Luna laid in bed as she read the latest edition of 'The Quibbler'. Since her and Ron got married, her dad decided to retire and made her the editor of the magazine. Ron became a Quidditch coach for a local Quidditch team and was earning a more than reasonable income. No longer were the Weasley's poor. noooo. they were now middle class.
Luna's attention was distracted when she noticed Ron resting his head on his arm, eyes holding a rather seductive look.
"No Ron, I will not have sex with you." She managed to say before turning her attention back to the paper.
"Why not?" Ron protested with agony. "The healer said that it would be good for the birth."
Luna gave him an amazed looked.
"Ronald Weasley." She said threateningly. "Do you think I am that gullible?"
Ron grinned.
"You want the truth?" he asked audaciously. Luna just glared at him. He continued. "Besides, it's the first time the twin's are away. Can't we make the most of it?"
Luna thought about it for a moment.
"No."
Ron groaned and dropped back on is side of the bed.
"Women."
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Next Chapter: As the train speeds of to the children's new home, it's bonding time on the train. (Yes, the next chapter occurs before events of this chapter. Confusing eh?)
Author's Note: I think this chapter is short. Oh wells, thanks to the people that reviewed. Greatly appreciate it! Thank you! Hope to update soon!