A/N-Hey- I'm Back!
Disclaimer-And it still ain't mine- withholding Joe and Alison- but you can use'em if ya ask..
Previously.. "Oh, yes, of course the famous boy-who-lived-to-show-off would know, what with that business with Crouch and Moody, you must have picked that up whilst saving all our lives." Snape said, disappointed because he didn't get to humiliate Harry.
"No sir, actually I know that from when we brewed Polyjuice in second year!" Harry sat down, pleased with himself.
Hermione groaned inwardly, Harry had just good as told Snape it was them who stole his ingredients.
"We didn't brew Polyjuice in 2nd year." Snape retorted, coloring angrily.
"Yes we did! Well, Hermione did anyway, then Ron and I used it to sneak into the Slytherin common room disguised as Crabbe and Goyle, and pump Malfoy for information on the Chamber of Secrets!" then Harry seemed to realize what he had just said. "Errr, that is I mean," He stuttered.
"Potter, Granger, Weasely, Malfoy! In my office now! The rest of you are dismissed!!" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Severus Snape beckoned them into his office. "Now, what's this about a Polyjuice Mr. Potter?" he sneered.
"Um, well, that is." Harry trailed off.
"What Harry was saying, was that in 2nd year, I brewed a polyjuice potion, so we could investigate about the Heir of Slytherin, and at that time we believed it to be Malfoy. So, Harry and Ron disguised themselves as Crabbe and Goyle, and snuck into the Slytherin Common room." Hermione told him.
"30 points from Gryffindor! Apiece!" Snape shouted.
"30 points apiece to Gryffindor, for making the polyjuice correctly as 12 year olds." Hermione said under her breath.
"Out!!!"
Sitting in the common room, Hermione was looking at Ron's "baby", Ben. Harry was holding Joe, and Ron was slouching in a chair. Hermione turned Ben around, and saw that he was like a plastic doll. His face had an odd shape to it, and it had no elbows. Still, it was better that some peoples. Parvati's "Hernando" didn't even have a face. Pansy's baby, "Draco" was a blob. "Draco" had caused a lot of still during his naming, because Malfoy had stood up and said that this was pitiful and Pansy needed a new obsession.
"Hey, Harry lemme see Joe," Ron called across the room. Harry threw Joe like a football towards Ron. Hermione dropped Ben, whipped out her wand and cried, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Joe drifted through the air and settled in Hermione's arms. She let out a breath of relief. Then she rounded on Harry and Ron, who were watching her as though she had lost her mind.
"Both of you! My room. Now!" Hermione told them angrily. Meekly they followed.
"Ok, guys, I have to tell you some thing, and you've got to promise not to freak out."
They promised, and Hermione took a deep breath.
"All right, here goes. Guys, something went wrong with my spell. Joe is a real baby. Of course, I looked it up in the library. Somehow, I got a copy of the real spell, not the variation."
Harry and Ron googled at her.
"What! How is that possible?" Harry said.
"The spell we were supposed to us was a glamourine. After I realized the chips didn't work, and I tried actual methods, which worked, I cast the countercharm to make sure." Hermione blushed horribly, as the implications sunk in.
"Oh. Please do it on me too then." Harry said.
"You want me to nurse you!" Hermione shrieked.
"No no no no no no the charm thingie!" Harry hastily corrected her.
"Oh, yeah OK." Hermione agreed.
"Jeez.." Ron said mournfully, "A baby sucks you before the guy does, that is not right."
"That guy is Malfoy! Ron you pervert! Arg! Yucky!"
"Could you just cast the charm already." Harry begged.
"Bad mental images- Malfoy sucking 'Mione- yuck! Gross! Out of my head you evil things!" Ron shouted shaking his head wildly, as if it might cast out the mental scars. "THE SPELL" Harry shouted.
"Revelo Glamourine" Hermione whispered.
"Oh crap. Ben looks like well, a brown burlap sack. But Joe.." Harry trailed off.
They walked down to the common room. Brown sacks were strewn throughout. But then Ginny came running up the stairs. Harry went white. "Ginny! Ron, Mione, back to your room now!" he said shakily. "Hermione, cast that spell on yourself."
"OK-Damn!"
"Ginny, isn't there something you'd like to tell us?" asked Harry.
"I.errr.well."
"They know already about Alison, how she is a real baby." Hermione informed Ginny bluntly. "But don't worry, you're not alone, Joe's the same way."
"I'm a Daddy!" was all that Harry could stammer. "I gotta teach her Quidditch!"
"Harrison James Potter! No daughter of ours is going to play that dangerous game until she is at least 4 year old!"
"Ok, fine. What about sons then?"
"You don't have any sons!" Hermione told him.
"Future sons!"
"Potter no more kids until you make her an honest woman!" Ron commanded.
"Fine fine fine- but after we're married?"
"Who says we're getting married?" Ginny asked.
"I do." Harry walked over to Ginny and kissed her, his tongue caressing the insides of her mouth.
"Ok.we can get married." Said Ginny weakly when Harry broke the kiss.
"Cool. But what about sons?" Harry insisted.
"Ummm they need to be 4 as well. No male chauvinistic things"
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'Stupid Mudbloods! Voldemort is one too- hasn't my father realized that yet? No, he is a fool, prancing around in his black robes with his tattoo, killing muggles. Then going and kissing up to snakeface. Malfoys do not serve anyone!' Draco lay on his bed, thinking. 'How the hell am I going to get out of this stupid project with Granger? Might as well owl her and set up a meeting to work on the stupid thing. The ministry isn't that controlling of the spell, when my parents decided to have a child, it tool them 27 tries to find an acceptable heir. The only one that came close was Thoron but he only made it to 3 years old. I think all the siblings are still alive though- wonder where they are? I should meet them sometime.'
Draco arrived at the owlery, and sent his falcon, Rowling, to Hermione with the note,
Granger- Meet me it the Library at 5 on Tues. In the A3235 section. Bring the baby/project/thing with you. Do not bring Potter and the Weasel. -Malfoy
He watched Rowling fly off with the note, and slowly walked back to the dungeons, contemplating the rest of his life.
A/N2-Short! Arg! God, I hate myself. 20 House Points for 1st to guess correctly how they got the spell. Review please..
Disclaimer-And it still ain't mine- withholding Joe and Alison- but you can use'em if ya ask..
Previously.. "Oh, yes, of course the famous boy-who-lived-to-show-off would know, what with that business with Crouch and Moody, you must have picked that up whilst saving all our lives." Snape said, disappointed because he didn't get to humiliate Harry.
"No sir, actually I know that from when we brewed Polyjuice in second year!" Harry sat down, pleased with himself.
Hermione groaned inwardly, Harry had just good as told Snape it was them who stole his ingredients.
"We didn't brew Polyjuice in 2nd year." Snape retorted, coloring angrily.
"Yes we did! Well, Hermione did anyway, then Ron and I used it to sneak into the Slytherin common room disguised as Crabbe and Goyle, and pump Malfoy for information on the Chamber of Secrets!" then Harry seemed to realize what he had just said. "Errr, that is I mean," He stuttered.
"Potter, Granger, Weasely, Malfoy! In my office now! The rest of you are dismissed!!" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Severus Snape beckoned them into his office. "Now, what's this about a Polyjuice Mr. Potter?" he sneered.
"Um, well, that is." Harry trailed off.
"What Harry was saying, was that in 2nd year, I brewed a polyjuice potion, so we could investigate about the Heir of Slytherin, and at that time we believed it to be Malfoy. So, Harry and Ron disguised themselves as Crabbe and Goyle, and snuck into the Slytherin Common room." Hermione told him.
"30 points from Gryffindor! Apiece!" Snape shouted.
"30 points apiece to Gryffindor, for making the polyjuice correctly as 12 year olds." Hermione said under her breath.
"Out!!!"
Sitting in the common room, Hermione was looking at Ron's "baby", Ben. Harry was holding Joe, and Ron was slouching in a chair. Hermione turned Ben around, and saw that he was like a plastic doll. His face had an odd shape to it, and it had no elbows. Still, it was better that some peoples. Parvati's "Hernando" didn't even have a face. Pansy's baby, "Draco" was a blob. "Draco" had caused a lot of still during his naming, because Malfoy had stood up and said that this was pitiful and Pansy needed a new obsession.
"Hey, Harry lemme see Joe," Ron called across the room. Harry threw Joe like a football towards Ron. Hermione dropped Ben, whipped out her wand and cried, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Joe drifted through the air and settled in Hermione's arms. She let out a breath of relief. Then she rounded on Harry and Ron, who were watching her as though she had lost her mind.
"Both of you! My room. Now!" Hermione told them angrily. Meekly they followed.
"Ok, guys, I have to tell you some thing, and you've got to promise not to freak out."
They promised, and Hermione took a deep breath.
"All right, here goes. Guys, something went wrong with my spell. Joe is a real baby. Of course, I looked it up in the library. Somehow, I got a copy of the real spell, not the variation."
Harry and Ron googled at her.
"What! How is that possible?" Harry said.
"The spell we were supposed to us was a glamourine. After I realized the chips didn't work, and I tried actual methods, which worked, I cast the countercharm to make sure." Hermione blushed horribly, as the implications sunk in.
"Oh. Please do it on me too then." Harry said.
"You want me to nurse you!" Hermione shrieked.
"No no no no no no the charm thingie!" Harry hastily corrected her.
"Oh, yeah OK." Hermione agreed.
"Jeez.." Ron said mournfully, "A baby sucks you before the guy does, that is not right."
"That guy is Malfoy! Ron you pervert! Arg! Yucky!"
"Could you just cast the charm already." Harry begged.
"Bad mental images- Malfoy sucking 'Mione- yuck! Gross! Out of my head you evil things!" Ron shouted shaking his head wildly, as if it might cast out the mental scars. "THE SPELL" Harry shouted.
"Revelo Glamourine" Hermione whispered.
"Oh crap. Ben looks like well, a brown burlap sack. But Joe.." Harry trailed off.
They walked down to the common room. Brown sacks were strewn throughout. But then Ginny came running up the stairs. Harry went white. "Ginny! Ron, Mione, back to your room now!" he said shakily. "Hermione, cast that spell on yourself."
"OK-Damn!"
"Ginny, isn't there something you'd like to tell us?" asked Harry.
"I.errr.well."
"They know already about Alison, how she is a real baby." Hermione informed Ginny bluntly. "But don't worry, you're not alone, Joe's the same way."
"I'm a Daddy!" was all that Harry could stammer. "I gotta teach her Quidditch!"
"Harrison James Potter! No daughter of ours is going to play that dangerous game until she is at least 4 year old!"
"Ok, fine. What about sons then?"
"You don't have any sons!" Hermione told him.
"Future sons!"
"Potter no more kids until you make her an honest woman!" Ron commanded.
"Fine fine fine- but after we're married?"
"Who says we're getting married?" Ginny asked.
"I do." Harry walked over to Ginny and kissed her, his tongue caressing the insides of her mouth.
"Ok.we can get married." Said Ginny weakly when Harry broke the kiss.
"Cool. But what about sons?" Harry insisted.
"Ummm they need to be 4 as well. No male chauvinistic things"
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'Stupid Mudbloods! Voldemort is one too- hasn't my father realized that yet? No, he is a fool, prancing around in his black robes with his tattoo, killing muggles. Then going and kissing up to snakeface. Malfoys do not serve anyone!' Draco lay on his bed, thinking. 'How the hell am I going to get out of this stupid project with Granger? Might as well owl her and set up a meeting to work on the stupid thing. The ministry isn't that controlling of the spell, when my parents decided to have a child, it tool them 27 tries to find an acceptable heir. The only one that came close was Thoron but he only made it to 3 years old. I think all the siblings are still alive though- wonder where they are? I should meet them sometime.'
Draco arrived at the owlery, and sent his falcon, Rowling, to Hermione with the note,
Granger- Meet me it the Library at 5 on Tues. In the A3235 section. Bring the baby/project/thing with you. Do not bring Potter and the Weasel. -Malfoy
He watched Rowling fly off with the note, and slowly walked back to the dungeons, contemplating the rest of his life.
A/N2-Short! Arg! God, I hate myself. 20 House Points for 1st to guess correctly how they got the spell. Review please..