AN/:: Hey I know the last chapter was a bit ... well. A bit cliffy. I promise not to do that again. After this chapter I will try to not time skip so much. I just want to get to the real story is all. Ok, ok.
Btw I am really sorry on the delay. I got sick with the flue and have been down and out since. Next chater will be longer and won't skip as much. Enjoy
Disclaimer:: want to know what I own. A horse, a dog, a car ……. Want to know what I don't own . Everything in this story aside from children under the age of 10. Now that that's clear
Hermione turned over in the bed. Thus leaving the protective arms of her husband. She looked at the clock that read 3:48 am. She moaned and returned to his arms. She moaned again a bit louder to wake him. He did not stir but he did place his arms around her once more. She got frustrated. She truly did not want to wake him but she had a craving that would not cease. She craved Tuna and Italian dressing. She was in no state to get it herself. She tossed and turned in his arms. Which in turn wake him up.
"Mione?" He said groggily.
"Mmm Draco ... could you get me some Tuna and salad dressing?" She asked in the nicest voice
"What time is it?" He asks in return.
"3:40something I don't know" She lied
"Mione" He whined at her
"But I'm hungry Draco" And with than he pulled the sheets off himself and kissed his wife on the cheek.
Draco walked into the kitchen tripping over anything on the ground weather it was in his way or not. He was not awake and didn't wish to be. But if a pregnant woman was hungry you did what she asked. He learned this in her earlier stages of pregnancy. So he went and got the tuna out but when he reached for the Italian dressing he stopped "Are you sure you want salad dressing on tuna love?" He asked as he started draining the tuna. He heard a muffed yell of sure and proceeded to make it. Once he was done he brought two pieces of bread in case up with her oddly made tuna.
He entered their (look up french bedroom) with a bowl and two slices of bread. Hermione sat up and opened her eyes groggily. No words were pasted at this hour in the morning. He handed her the bowl and but the pieces of bread on her bedside table. He then walked around to his side of the bed. She looked tired and he knew she was uncomfortable sitting up. So he grabbed a few pillows and stacked them behind her. She smiled at his consideration and sat back on them eating her odd tuna. Now he had no pillows, so he lay on his stomach facing her. He didn't mind, he never did.
Everyone was in the hospital waiting room faster than a normal wizard could apperate. Hermione had just arrived going into labor. Draco had everyone come. They Weasley, the Grangers, the Potters, the Malfoy's, and the Zabini's. Draco and Hermione where in the delivery room. Hermione's yelling and cream of harsh words were heard through out the whole floor. Molly Weasley was smiling knowing full well how her first one went and Arthur her husband was wincing in memory of the pain.
When Draco rushed out in his green surgery gown everyone ran up to him. He didn't look up. He was looking down at his hand. A nurse ran out after him and informed everyone Hermione broke three bones in his hand, she bandage him up. As she was doing this he was whispering something to himself. Finally his best friend Zabini slapped him up side the head "Spit it out man" He to had the anxiety of the child's birth. Then Draco spoke up.
"It's boy, it's a boy" He was still in shock.
"What are you naming him?" Zabini asked.
"Alexander Aries Malfoy …. Xander" he said coming out of shock.
The waiting room was in a uproar with the news of their son. Everyone was hugging and crying. When the little guy was put in front of the window it all turned to awe. He was a beautiful little baby and everyone was excited for him. All the men were talking of what he become and all the women were talking of how handsome he'll be. The mother and father couldn't be prouder. And then grandmother Malfoy wheeled into the waiting room. Everyone helped her to Draco and his son. No one had ever seen a Malfoy smile so much.
Xander grew so fast time just seemed to fly for the Malfoy's. Hermione was thin again and much more happy. Draco got promoted to his father's old job under the influence he could undo all the wrong. And little Xander Malfoy was a happy little boy now one year old. He had light blond hair like his father and eyes like his mother. Other than the eyes he was a little mini Draco. Hermione loved him all the better for it.
"Is there anything more you would ever want Draco" Hermione said as she put her sleeping son in his bed shape like a car. Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled.
"A little girl" was the only answer he gave her. He never said when.
Days turned into months and months into years. They introduce a little girl into the family. Little Tabitha Lynn Malfoy. Two years younger than Xander with strawberry blond hair and gray eyes. Her hair was wavy like her mothers. No one understood how she had strawberry blond. It was a mystery all it's own.
The two children grew up with a strong bond no man or wizard could brake. The little devil they called Xander was a destructive child. He wouldn't build with bocks he crash then while playing Godzilla. Tabitha was a proper little princess and that's what they called her. She would sit in her room and play tea party with her dollies all day if she could. They were the most opposite yet so alike. Xander would never let a soul hurt Tabitha aside from himself. She would play nursemaid to the injured solider that was always Xander. When they played together they were never quiet or clean. When She played by herself she was quiet as a mouse and had no messes. He on the other hand was a mess in process.
Then the news came. A week after Tabitha's 4th birthday Hermione found out she was once more pregnant. The news came as a shock to Draco who was content with his little family. Now Hermione and Draco were faced with the ultimate question.
"Where do babies come from?" Both children asked that night at dinner.
AN/:: I want 10 new people to review before I write more!
Btw I am really sorry on the delay. I got sick with the flue and have been down and out since. Next chater will be longer and won't skip as much. Enjoy
Disclaimer:: want to know what I own. A horse, a dog, a car ……. Want to know what I don't own . Everything in this story aside from children under the age of 10. Now that that's clear
Hermione turned over in the bed. Thus leaving the protective arms of her husband. She looked at the clock that read 3:48 am. She moaned and returned to his arms. She moaned again a bit louder to wake him. He did not stir but he did place his arms around her once more. She got frustrated. She truly did not want to wake him but she had a craving that would not cease. She craved Tuna and Italian dressing. She was in no state to get it herself. She tossed and turned in his arms. Which in turn wake him up.
"Mione?" He said groggily.
"Mmm Draco ... could you get me some Tuna and salad dressing?" She asked in the nicest voice
"What time is it?" He asks in return.
"3:40something I don't know" She lied
"Mione" He whined at her
"But I'm hungry Draco" And with than he pulled the sheets off himself and kissed his wife on the cheek.
Draco walked into the kitchen tripping over anything on the ground weather it was in his way or not. He was not awake and didn't wish to be. But if a pregnant woman was hungry you did what she asked. He learned this in her earlier stages of pregnancy. So he went and got the tuna out but when he reached for the Italian dressing he stopped "Are you sure you want salad dressing on tuna love?" He asked as he started draining the tuna. He heard a muffed yell of sure and proceeded to make it. Once he was done he brought two pieces of bread in case up with her oddly made tuna.
He entered their (look up french bedroom) with a bowl and two slices of bread. Hermione sat up and opened her eyes groggily. No words were pasted at this hour in the morning. He handed her the bowl and but the pieces of bread on her bedside table. He then walked around to his side of the bed. She looked tired and he knew she was uncomfortable sitting up. So he grabbed a few pillows and stacked them behind her. She smiled at his consideration and sat back on them eating her odd tuna. Now he had no pillows, so he lay on his stomach facing her. He didn't mind, he never did.
Everyone was in the hospital waiting room faster than a normal wizard could apperate. Hermione had just arrived going into labor. Draco had everyone come. They Weasley, the Grangers, the Potters, the Malfoy's, and the Zabini's. Draco and Hermione where in the delivery room. Hermione's yelling and cream of harsh words were heard through out the whole floor. Molly Weasley was smiling knowing full well how her first one went and Arthur her husband was wincing in memory of the pain.
When Draco rushed out in his green surgery gown everyone ran up to him. He didn't look up. He was looking down at his hand. A nurse ran out after him and informed everyone Hermione broke three bones in his hand, she bandage him up. As she was doing this he was whispering something to himself. Finally his best friend Zabini slapped him up side the head "Spit it out man" He to had the anxiety of the child's birth. Then Draco spoke up.
"It's boy, it's a boy" He was still in shock.
"What are you naming him?" Zabini asked.
"Alexander Aries Malfoy …. Xander" he said coming out of shock.
The waiting room was in a uproar with the news of their son. Everyone was hugging and crying. When the little guy was put in front of the window it all turned to awe. He was a beautiful little baby and everyone was excited for him. All the men were talking of what he become and all the women were talking of how handsome he'll be. The mother and father couldn't be prouder. And then grandmother Malfoy wheeled into the waiting room. Everyone helped her to Draco and his son. No one had ever seen a Malfoy smile so much.
Xander grew so fast time just seemed to fly for the Malfoy's. Hermione was thin again and much more happy. Draco got promoted to his father's old job under the influence he could undo all the wrong. And little Xander Malfoy was a happy little boy now one year old. He had light blond hair like his father and eyes like his mother. Other than the eyes he was a little mini Draco. Hermione loved him all the better for it.
"Is there anything more you would ever want Draco" Hermione said as she put her sleeping son in his bed shape like a car. Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled.
"A little girl" was the only answer he gave her. He never said when.
Days turned into months and months into years. They introduce a little girl into the family. Little Tabitha Lynn Malfoy. Two years younger than Xander with strawberry blond hair and gray eyes. Her hair was wavy like her mothers. No one understood how she had strawberry blond. It was a mystery all it's own.
The two children grew up with a strong bond no man or wizard could brake. The little devil they called Xander was a destructive child. He wouldn't build with bocks he crash then while playing Godzilla. Tabitha was a proper little princess and that's what they called her. She would sit in her room and play tea party with her dollies all day if she could. They were the most opposite yet so alike. Xander would never let a soul hurt Tabitha aside from himself. She would play nursemaid to the injured solider that was always Xander. When they played together they were never quiet or clean. When She played by herself she was quiet as a mouse and had no messes. He on the other hand was a mess in process.
Then the news came. A week after Tabitha's 4th birthday Hermione found out she was once more pregnant. The news came as a shock to Draco who was content with his little family. Now Hermione and Draco were faced with the ultimate question.
"Where do babies come from?" Both children asked that night at dinner.
AN/:: I want 10 new people to review before I write more!