* A/N: Oh look, you stumbled upon my little fic. Yay! Though this plot I am
about to take on has been done time and time again, I thought that since I
enjoy reading fics like this I might as well try writing one. And does
anyone know how to italicize on ff.net because the italics code I tried
using didn't work. Thanks! And please R/R. I usually review at least one
stolry written by any writer who R/R my story. By the way, this contains a
few characters OOC, you've been warned!*
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, places, things, ideas, and whatnot that you recognize. They rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling. I do however most likely own the things that you do not recognize. Just thought I'd clear that up.
On to the story!
"Oh I don't know Draco," Elizabeth said as, looking in the mirror. She was a beautiful woman, with eyes the color of copper and long flowing auburn hair that reached just beyond her shoulders. She was about 5'6 and carried herself very well. In her years at Hogwarts she had been one of the two girls all the boys wanted a piece of, the other girl being Hermione. 8 months pregnant, she placed her right hand on her round stomach and caressed it. "I don't know how we're going to afford a second baby. Ephram's enough for us to handle, and now we have another baby coming in less than a month. Maybe we should--," she was cut off by his kiss.
"Lizzie, it will be fine. We'll manage. A few sacrifices here and there never hurt anyone. He held her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips once again. He put his arms around her waist and placed his hands on her stomach. He whispered in her ear, "I love you." They were interrupted by the pattering of little feet running into the room.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" he yelled continuously. He ran and latched onto his mom's leg.
"What is it Ephram?" she said. With concern, she put her hand on her four- year-old son's shoulder.
"Uh..uh.," he thought with such passion that it seemed to Elizabeth he had something remarkably important to tell her. "I love you!" he blurted out. To Elizabeth, that WAS remarkably important. She gazed into the icy eyes that Ephram had inherited undoubtedly from his father. Other than his eyes, Ephram looked exactly like Elizabeth. He had silky auburn and a small pointy nose, both features that were predominant characteristics of Draco's beautiful wife Elizabeth.
"You ready for that bath, Ephram?" Draco asked his son. He scooped Ephram up into his arms and lifted him high above his head, making the little boy laugh uncontrollably. Elizabeth watched with pleasure, knowing that her son and husband had a special bond that could not be broken-no matter what obstacle was thrown in their way. Draco took Ephram and carried him on his shoulders into the bathroom.
"I just don't know how we're going to handle spending all this money on you, baby," Elizabeth said, talking to her unborn child. Though the words Draco often said to her about handling money were soothing, Elizabeth knew that once her second child was born, money would be extremely tight. She had not been working due to pregnancy and refused to begin working again until after the baby was at least one. Her husband had lost a job months before, when the Ministry of Magic began firing workers left and right. He had applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but lost it to a certain childhood enemy Harry Potter, for who would be a better teacher for the subject than the boy who lived-and the boy who defeated Voldemort countless times? He had always promised her that he'd go to Diagon Alley and look for work there, but he never did. Elizabeth always needed help around the house during her pregnancy. "There was never time for job applications when you had a pregnant wife," Draco had always said. But he always reassured her that he would find a job as soon as he could.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Who could possibly want to bother the Malfoys at 6:00, when most families were eating? Elizabeth hurried to the door and opened it, exposing unlikely guests standing on the porch.
"Hermione? Ron?" she said in shock. "Come in, please!" she greeted them with joy. She had not seen these Hogwarts friends in years. Kissing them both as they walked in, Elizabeth led them to a quaint sitting area in the house.
Accompanying Ron and Hermione were two little children, little Weasleys, Elizabeth assumed, knowing very well that Ron and Hermione had two children.
"Liz, this is Gwyneth," Hermione said, grabbing hold of her little red- headed daughter. Purely a Weasley, that little Gwyneth, who was about Ephram's age. Gwyneth curtsied politely and went off to play with her older brother.
"And that is Blake," Ron announced as he took a place on the nice, old fashioned, yet very comfortable couch.
Hermione took the place next to Ron on the couch. "I simply can't believe you're eight months pregnant. For one thing, you look great. And it seems like only yesterday I got your owl with the good news!" Hermione said.
Elizabeth tried to force out a smile, but it was difficult. The thought of having another baby excited Elizabeth, but she knew financially there was no way to do it.
"Something wrong Liz?" Ron asked with concern.
Elizabeth sat down and shot a nervous look at Ron. "I-I-I don't think we can afford this baby. Neither Draco nor I are working and we don't have much money in Gringott's. I've seriously been thinking that we should give up the baby after it is born-I just don't know how to tell Draco that," she explained as her eyes grew glassy with tears.
Hermione got up and gave Elizabeth a hug. "Lizzie dear you know that we're here for you and we are always willing to share what we have with you. It may not be as much as we'd like to share, but it's something until Draco starts working again," she said reassuringly. Ron, who was eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans out of a candy bowl on the coffee table in front of him, nodded with agreement.
"Lizzie!" Draco's voice called. He walked into the living room where everyone was with his son set carefully on his hip. He saw Hermione and Ron and his jaw dropped.
"What on earth are you doing here?" he asked. He stuck his hand out to shake Ron's and gave a quick hug to Hermione. "Great to see you," he said. In their 7th year, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco had all grown more mature and decided to put all bad blood behind them and start over, as friends. "It's been almost a decade since I've seen you two," Draco announced, still in a state of shock.
Ephram came running in. "Mommy, I'm all clean!" he yelled. Confused, he stopped running when he saw four unfamiliar faces in the living room. Draco introduced his friends first, as Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron. Then, he introduced his son to the two other children, Blake and Gwyneth.
"So, when exactly is the baby due? Is it a boy or a girl? We've got so much to get caught up on," Hermione said as she and Elizabeth walked into the kitchen to prepare a meal, unexpectedly for seven people instead of three.
"The baby is due on the eighth of next month and Draco and I decided not to find out if the baby was a boy or a girl. We like surprises," Elizabeth explained. "Oh Hermione, you have to see the nursery! It's the best we could do on such a small budget, but it's beautiful nonetheless. Draco worked on it all by himself for a whole week!" she exclaimed as she cut up an onion. "I'll show you now!"
She led Hermione up the stairs and to the right. She opened the door and turned on the light, showing off a freshly painted baby's room. The walls were painted pale yellow and the carpet was blue. There was an oak crib and a rocking chair that matched. There were a few books and toys, but not many. Though it was not much, both Hermione and Elizabeth found it amazingly stunning.
* A/N - I hope you liked it! More will be coming soon. Please R/R. Reviews and constructive criticism are ALWAYS welcomed. *
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, places, things, ideas, and whatnot that you recognize. They rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling. I do however most likely own the things that you do not recognize. Just thought I'd clear that up.
On to the story!
"Oh I don't know Draco," Elizabeth said as, looking in the mirror. She was a beautiful woman, with eyes the color of copper and long flowing auburn hair that reached just beyond her shoulders. She was about 5'6 and carried herself very well. In her years at Hogwarts she had been one of the two girls all the boys wanted a piece of, the other girl being Hermione. 8 months pregnant, she placed her right hand on her round stomach and caressed it. "I don't know how we're going to afford a second baby. Ephram's enough for us to handle, and now we have another baby coming in less than a month. Maybe we should--," she was cut off by his kiss.
"Lizzie, it will be fine. We'll manage. A few sacrifices here and there never hurt anyone. He held her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips once again. He put his arms around her waist and placed his hands on her stomach. He whispered in her ear, "I love you." They were interrupted by the pattering of little feet running into the room.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" he yelled continuously. He ran and latched onto his mom's leg.
"What is it Ephram?" she said. With concern, she put her hand on her four- year-old son's shoulder.
"Uh..uh.," he thought with such passion that it seemed to Elizabeth he had something remarkably important to tell her. "I love you!" he blurted out. To Elizabeth, that WAS remarkably important. She gazed into the icy eyes that Ephram had inherited undoubtedly from his father. Other than his eyes, Ephram looked exactly like Elizabeth. He had silky auburn and a small pointy nose, both features that were predominant characteristics of Draco's beautiful wife Elizabeth.
"You ready for that bath, Ephram?" Draco asked his son. He scooped Ephram up into his arms and lifted him high above his head, making the little boy laugh uncontrollably. Elizabeth watched with pleasure, knowing that her son and husband had a special bond that could not be broken-no matter what obstacle was thrown in their way. Draco took Ephram and carried him on his shoulders into the bathroom.
"I just don't know how we're going to handle spending all this money on you, baby," Elizabeth said, talking to her unborn child. Though the words Draco often said to her about handling money were soothing, Elizabeth knew that once her second child was born, money would be extremely tight. She had not been working due to pregnancy and refused to begin working again until after the baby was at least one. Her husband had lost a job months before, when the Ministry of Magic began firing workers left and right. He had applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but lost it to a certain childhood enemy Harry Potter, for who would be a better teacher for the subject than the boy who lived-and the boy who defeated Voldemort countless times? He had always promised her that he'd go to Diagon Alley and look for work there, but he never did. Elizabeth always needed help around the house during her pregnancy. "There was never time for job applications when you had a pregnant wife," Draco had always said. But he always reassured her that he would find a job as soon as he could.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Who could possibly want to bother the Malfoys at 6:00, when most families were eating? Elizabeth hurried to the door and opened it, exposing unlikely guests standing on the porch.
"Hermione? Ron?" she said in shock. "Come in, please!" she greeted them with joy. She had not seen these Hogwarts friends in years. Kissing them both as they walked in, Elizabeth led them to a quaint sitting area in the house.
Accompanying Ron and Hermione were two little children, little Weasleys, Elizabeth assumed, knowing very well that Ron and Hermione had two children.
"Liz, this is Gwyneth," Hermione said, grabbing hold of her little red- headed daughter. Purely a Weasley, that little Gwyneth, who was about Ephram's age. Gwyneth curtsied politely and went off to play with her older brother.
"And that is Blake," Ron announced as he took a place on the nice, old fashioned, yet very comfortable couch.
Hermione took the place next to Ron on the couch. "I simply can't believe you're eight months pregnant. For one thing, you look great. And it seems like only yesterday I got your owl with the good news!" Hermione said.
Elizabeth tried to force out a smile, but it was difficult. The thought of having another baby excited Elizabeth, but she knew financially there was no way to do it.
"Something wrong Liz?" Ron asked with concern.
Elizabeth sat down and shot a nervous look at Ron. "I-I-I don't think we can afford this baby. Neither Draco nor I are working and we don't have much money in Gringott's. I've seriously been thinking that we should give up the baby after it is born-I just don't know how to tell Draco that," she explained as her eyes grew glassy with tears.
Hermione got up and gave Elizabeth a hug. "Lizzie dear you know that we're here for you and we are always willing to share what we have with you. It may not be as much as we'd like to share, but it's something until Draco starts working again," she said reassuringly. Ron, who was eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans out of a candy bowl on the coffee table in front of him, nodded with agreement.
"Lizzie!" Draco's voice called. He walked into the living room where everyone was with his son set carefully on his hip. He saw Hermione and Ron and his jaw dropped.
"What on earth are you doing here?" he asked. He stuck his hand out to shake Ron's and gave a quick hug to Hermione. "Great to see you," he said. In their 7th year, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco had all grown more mature and decided to put all bad blood behind them and start over, as friends. "It's been almost a decade since I've seen you two," Draco announced, still in a state of shock.
Ephram came running in. "Mommy, I'm all clean!" he yelled. Confused, he stopped running when he saw four unfamiliar faces in the living room. Draco introduced his friends first, as Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron. Then, he introduced his son to the two other children, Blake and Gwyneth.
"So, when exactly is the baby due? Is it a boy or a girl? We've got so much to get caught up on," Hermione said as she and Elizabeth walked into the kitchen to prepare a meal, unexpectedly for seven people instead of three.
"The baby is due on the eighth of next month and Draco and I decided not to find out if the baby was a boy or a girl. We like surprises," Elizabeth explained. "Oh Hermione, you have to see the nursery! It's the best we could do on such a small budget, but it's beautiful nonetheless. Draco worked on it all by himself for a whole week!" she exclaimed as she cut up an onion. "I'll show you now!"
She led Hermione up the stairs and to the right. She opened the door and turned on the light, showing off a freshly painted baby's room. The walls were painted pale yellow and the carpet was blue. There was an oak crib and a rocking chair that matched. There were a few books and toys, but not many. Though it was not much, both Hermione and Elizabeth found it amazingly stunning.
* A/N - I hope you liked it! More will be coming soon. Please R/R. Reviews and constructive criticism are ALWAYS welcomed. *