AN- So sorry, I've been so inactive. I've had a bit of writers block. Joe
and Alison are 3 months now, and I'm trying to be accurate in their
development, and if you know more about babies than me, and see an error
I've made, I'd really appreciate it if you let me know.
Reviewer Notes:
ILUVRONWEASELY: A beta reader looks through chapters before you post them, and edits them for you.
Madam-Kati: I am making an effort, and I've told you way more than anyone else, sister dear.
Kiwi93089: Well, the house elves have their own responsibilities. They're more maids than nannies, I think.
HaliJade Snape: I named him after my cousin, upon whom he is very strongly based. The only difference is that my cousin's hair is black, and he's a bit older. Heh, that's not Draco's plan. He doesn't quite have one at the moment. But he knows whatever Lucius wants has to do with Voldemort, who would not be taken in for even a moment.
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Previously:
After much laboring, Draco finally finished up his homework, and was dragging himself up to bed, when a head appeared in the fire. His father's head, to be precise.
"Draco," Lucius said.
"Father, what is it that I might help you with?"
"I need you to help me with our Lords plan." Draco's eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the our, but nonetheless asked his father to elaborate. So Lucius outlined his plan.
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Draco didn't finish his Transfiguration essay until nearly 11. By that time, he had fallen into a sleepy stupor where he didn't even fully process what he was writing anymore. Picking up his wand, Draco murmured an accio. He was, however, very tired, and thus not precise enough, which resulted in the entire contents of the table flying at him.
Exhausted and battered, Draco stuffed his materials into his bag by hand. He was now thoroughly exasperated with life, which seemed to be intent on giving him a hard time today. What with all his homework, father's ridiculous plan for giving the Dark Lord control over Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, and a grueling quidditch practice, he had found the day to be very trying. Why shouldn't he help his father? It wasn't as though he owed anything to Dumbledore, Potter, or Granger. Besides, if he did as Lucius asked, maybe he would finally think of Draco as worthy of being a Malfoy.
... but what about that baby? Was it a deserving of the name of Malfoy as well? Did duty require him to marry Granger? What would she say if he suggested it? Most likely she would slap him. She was actually pretty strong. That time she'd slapped him before had hurt a lot.
Draco knew his thoughts were drifting, but he didn't particularly care to reel them back in. After all, he really did need to figure out what to do. Maybe he should try to talk to Hermione. She might be an asset in the decision making process. No, no, he knew already what her stand would be, and he didn't want a headache from listening to her impassioned pleas that made so much more sense than his father's orders. Eventually, Draco changed into his pajamas and went to sleep. After all, his subconscious mind was supposedly far superior to his conscious one.
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Hermione finished burping Joe, and was about halfway through their first bedtime book when Ron burst in. Everyone had told her that at 3 months, Joe was far too young to appreciate being read to, but Hermione thought that even if he didn't understand it, her voice soothed him, and she wanted him to grow up to love literature. Hermione smiled wryly at Ron as he shut her door. They hadn't properly announced it yet, so it wouldn't do to have anyone see her with Joe still. Sighing, she smoothed down her baby's hair. It was so soft; she loved the feel of it between her fingers.
Ron, however, had apparently not found it convenient to allow her a few moments of daydreaming, but immediately launched into a diatribe about how hard Charms was, and how much he really would appreciate it if Hermione might look over his essay and correct it for him.
Smiling indulgently at him, Hermione agreed, "Ok Ron, but you'll have to watch Joe for a while, ok?"
Ron, all too happy to comply, responded, "No problem Mione. Pass him here." Ron reached for Joe, and, scooping him to his chest, left the room. Hermione smiled after them, then focused her attention on the atrocious essay Ron had just handed her.
Erstwhile, Ron had walked across the hallway to his room, and began to play with the baby. Joe could hold his head up, and one of his favorite games was trying to swat things Ron held in front of him. Ron propped him up on his bed, and got out his wand. Summoning a toy that Hermione had left in his room before, he began to play with the baby, smothering laughter at the intense look of concentration on the baby's face as he readied himself to bat the soft ball at the end of the string, and the elation when he succeeded. Suddenly, Ron was jolted out of his reverie by a knock on the door.
"Who's that?" Ron called.
"Lavender," came the response. "Are you decent?"
"What, I yes, but don't" Ron spluttered, casting about his brain for a good excuse as to why Lavender shouldn't come in, but too late, she'd already stepped in.
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AN2- Ok, more Harry/Snape interaction next chapter, and in either that or the next, Draco and Hermione will meet up, Lavender will have to contend with another for Ron's heart, and the school will find out about Joe and Alison!
Reviewer Notes:
ILUVRONWEASELY: A beta reader looks through chapters before you post them, and edits them for you.
Madam-Kati: I am making an effort, and I've told you way more than anyone else, sister dear.
Kiwi93089: Well, the house elves have their own responsibilities. They're more maids than nannies, I think.
HaliJade Snape: I named him after my cousin, upon whom he is very strongly based. The only difference is that my cousin's hair is black, and he's a bit older. Heh, that's not Draco's plan. He doesn't quite have one at the moment. But he knows whatever Lucius wants has to do with Voldemort, who would not be taken in for even a moment.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Previously:
After much laboring, Draco finally finished up his homework, and was dragging himself up to bed, when a head appeared in the fire. His father's head, to be precise.
"Draco," Lucius said.
"Father, what is it that I might help you with?"
"I need you to help me with our Lords plan." Draco's eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the our, but nonetheless asked his father to elaborate. So Lucius outlined his plan.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Draco didn't finish his Transfiguration essay until nearly 11. By that time, he had fallen into a sleepy stupor where he didn't even fully process what he was writing anymore. Picking up his wand, Draco murmured an accio. He was, however, very tired, and thus not precise enough, which resulted in the entire contents of the table flying at him.
Exhausted and battered, Draco stuffed his materials into his bag by hand. He was now thoroughly exasperated with life, which seemed to be intent on giving him a hard time today. What with all his homework, father's ridiculous plan for giving the Dark Lord control over Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, and a grueling quidditch practice, he had found the day to be very trying. Why shouldn't he help his father? It wasn't as though he owed anything to Dumbledore, Potter, or Granger. Besides, if he did as Lucius asked, maybe he would finally think of Draco as worthy of being a Malfoy.
... but what about that baby? Was it a deserving of the name of Malfoy as well? Did duty require him to marry Granger? What would she say if he suggested it? Most likely she would slap him. She was actually pretty strong. That time she'd slapped him before had hurt a lot.
Draco knew his thoughts were drifting, but he didn't particularly care to reel them back in. After all, he really did need to figure out what to do. Maybe he should try to talk to Hermione. She might be an asset in the decision making process. No, no, he knew already what her stand would be, and he didn't want a headache from listening to her impassioned pleas that made so much more sense than his father's orders. Eventually, Draco changed into his pajamas and went to sleep. After all, his subconscious mind was supposedly far superior to his conscious one.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Hermione finished burping Joe, and was about halfway through their first bedtime book when Ron burst in. Everyone had told her that at 3 months, Joe was far too young to appreciate being read to, but Hermione thought that even if he didn't understand it, her voice soothed him, and she wanted him to grow up to love literature. Hermione smiled wryly at Ron as he shut her door. They hadn't properly announced it yet, so it wouldn't do to have anyone see her with Joe still. Sighing, she smoothed down her baby's hair. It was so soft; she loved the feel of it between her fingers.
Ron, however, had apparently not found it convenient to allow her a few moments of daydreaming, but immediately launched into a diatribe about how hard Charms was, and how much he really would appreciate it if Hermione might look over his essay and correct it for him.
Smiling indulgently at him, Hermione agreed, "Ok Ron, but you'll have to watch Joe for a while, ok?"
Ron, all too happy to comply, responded, "No problem Mione. Pass him here." Ron reached for Joe, and, scooping him to his chest, left the room. Hermione smiled after them, then focused her attention on the atrocious essay Ron had just handed her.
Erstwhile, Ron had walked across the hallway to his room, and began to play with the baby. Joe could hold his head up, and one of his favorite games was trying to swat things Ron held in front of him. Ron propped him up on his bed, and got out his wand. Summoning a toy that Hermione had left in his room before, he began to play with the baby, smothering laughter at the intense look of concentration on the baby's face as he readied himself to bat the soft ball at the end of the string, and the elation when he succeeded. Suddenly, Ron was jolted out of his reverie by a knock on the door.
"Who's that?" Ron called.
"Lavender," came the response. "Are you decent?"
"What, I yes, but don't" Ron spluttered, casting about his brain for a good excuse as to why Lavender shouldn't come in, but too late, she'd already stepped in.
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AN2- Ok, more Harry/Snape interaction next chapter, and in either that or the next, Draco and Hermione will meet up, Lavender will have to contend with another for Ron's heart, and the school will find out about Joe and Alison!