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Baby Blues
"WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Hermione grumbled and turned over on her side.
"Aren't you goding to gvet dhat?" asked a yawning voice from across the room. When Hermione didn't answer, he rolled over and looked at the almost sleeping mass.
"Hermione, aren't you going to get that?"
Throwing the covers off of herself as she muttered venomous things about Draco under her breath.
It was four eighteen in the morning and neither she nor Draco had slept a wink. The cursed creature that was residing in there room was always hungry, or gassy, or she needed a new diaper; and Hermione for one was sick of it.
Holding the baby as carefully as her body would allow, she walked over to Draco and deposited the good-for-nothing mass on the chest of the good-for- nothing father.
"You deal with it!" she told the blond, "I have got it last time."
Having finally deposited the child, she was determined to get some sleep.
Draco looked at the bundle in his arms, which was still fussing.
"Hermione? Hermione?" he took a glance over at the girl, but she had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
With his face set in grim determination, Draco looked at the doll in his arms, "Looks like it's just me and you kid."
The thing to do, he supposed, was to find out what was wrong with the thing. Draco studied the baby in his arms and the baby kept crying; and Draco looked at the baby more, and the baby kept crying; and the more the Draco kept examining the baby, the more it cried.
"What the bloody hell do you want?!"
For a second the baby was silent, then her face got all screwed up and she began wailing more than ever.
"I'm sorry! Caitlyn I'm sorry!" Draco was dimly aware that he was talking to something that could not understand him. The blond desperately racked his brain trying to think of how to make a baby stop crying. An idea finally came to him.
Cradling the child to his chest, he stood u and began gently rocking and bouncing.
"Please, just stop making that god-forsaken noise."
Slowly enough the sobs began to quite and then could no longer be heard. Draco was just beginning to think that this spawn of Satan was finally beginning to sleep when the child made a funny noise.
Draco's brow furrowed as he tried to guess what the noise was. Then it came again; it sounded quite like a grunt. Did babies grunt? Was this normal? What was going...
It was then that he smelled it. No! But who could mistake that scent?
Soon enough the baby stopped making the grunting noise and laid the baby on the dressing table they had recently acquired. HE knew what he had to do, but was quite afraid to do it.
As he stood there contemplating the best course of action, he heard a small noise and realized that Caitlyn was smiling.
"Oh, now you think it's funny!"
Draco turned the baby around every angle to try to find the best possible way to approach the subject. Lying Caitlyn on he small back, he began picking at the tabs which held her diaper shut.
It was only after Draco managed to open the death trap that he realized he should have gotten the other diaper ready first. The diaper was continently located on the other side of the room.
With a sigh Draco went to grab the diaper when the baby began to cry. Oh, the baby! You can't just leave a new born sitting there; it could fall and get broken- however it is that babies get broken. Well, clean the baby first and then worry about the diaper seemed most logical.
So Draco set about the task of whipping the baby's bum. "This is no job for a Malfoy!" he groaned. "This is servant's work!"
When the baby was finally clean, Draco picked her up and walked across the room to grab the diaper, but by the in the short amount of time it actually took him to get across the room and back, a wet spot had appeared on his shirt.
"SHIT!"
"No, that's piss actually, shit tends to have a more brownish color."
Draco slowly turned to meet the eyes of the Brunette who was now standing beside him. "Oh, you're great! Real FUNNY!"
"Well it is what you get for being entirely too loud for sleep."
Draco decided that he ought to pass the baby off now that Hermione was awake, but when he tried.....
"Oh, by all means... I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Bitch....."
Hermione smiled.
Draco tried to fit the diaper on the wriggling baby, but it just would not go. After five minutes of struggle, he finally lifted the baby up into the air to prove to Hermione that he could do this.
But just as the baby reached a vertical position, the diaper slid off causing more laughter from the brunette.
"Fine then you do it!" the blond screamed, quite exasperated and quite sick of the baby already.
Hermione smirked in a way that she had gotten really good at lately. Pointing her wand at the baby, she muttered some words too low for Draco to hear, and the diaper quickly stuck itself to the babe.
Draco, dumbfounded, stared at Hermione not knowing what to say.
"Now you get her to sleep," Hermione said before making her way to her bed.
"The potion to induce clotting of blood was developed in the late fifteenth century by an alchemist named, Robert Blakney. He was able to accomplish this using very simple methods and the potion was relatively easy to come by, becoming quite popular in times of war. Now, Ms. Granger, what is the key ingredient of this potion? Ms. Granger..... Ms. GRANGER!" The Black haired professor slammed his hand on Hermione's desk in fury.
"No, don't put it there....." the class burst into streams of laughter. Draco prodded Hermione awake, she had been dreaming about the mishap of the disposal of the dirty diaper the previous night, but apparently the class had filled in the blanks with much more entertaining subjects.
"Oh, and just exactly where should I put it Ms. Granger?" Snape asked as his black eyes bore into Hermione's. The girl felt her cheeks go red as the class laughed harder still.
The bell rang signifying the end of class.
"Detention again tonight Ms. Granger."
Hermione stormed out of the room and hit Draco on the shoulder. "This is all your fault!"
"My fault? My fault! How do you deduce your falling asleep in class as my fault?"
"Because! We have to take care of that stupid doll all because you had to kiss me!"
"Woah, back up! You definitely kissed me!"
"Ha! Like I would do a thing like that?"
"Well you did!"
Hermione looked shock, "I would never...."
But Draco cut her off, "If I had done it, it would have been better."
"Are you saying that you are a better kisser than me?"
"Yes, I think that is exactly what I said."
"You definitely are not, and you definitely were the one to start last time."
"No, if I had kissed you, it would have been something like this!"
With those words he had thrown Hermione up against one of the dungeon walls, pinning her arms above her head, taking possession of her lips. He did, after all, have a point to make.
When he eased up, and pulled away slowly Hermione's lips were swollen and her eyes had a somewhat heavy look to them.
"How was that?" the boy asked.
A sly smile took Hermione's lips, "Not as good as this....."
@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Hope you like it, sorry for the long wait. Senioritis hit me hard. I'm getting back. Let me know what you think.
THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND REVIEWING!
Baby Blues
"WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Hermione grumbled and turned over on her side.
"Aren't you goding to gvet dhat?" asked a yawning voice from across the room. When Hermione didn't answer, he rolled over and looked at the almost sleeping mass.
"Hermione, aren't you going to get that?"
Throwing the covers off of herself as she muttered venomous things about Draco under her breath.
It was four eighteen in the morning and neither she nor Draco had slept a wink. The cursed creature that was residing in there room was always hungry, or gassy, or she needed a new diaper; and Hermione for one was sick of it.
Holding the baby as carefully as her body would allow, she walked over to Draco and deposited the good-for-nothing mass on the chest of the good-for- nothing father.
"You deal with it!" she told the blond, "I have got it last time."
Having finally deposited the child, she was determined to get some sleep.
Draco looked at the bundle in his arms, which was still fussing.
"Hermione? Hermione?" he took a glance over at the girl, but she had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
With his face set in grim determination, Draco looked at the doll in his arms, "Looks like it's just me and you kid."
The thing to do, he supposed, was to find out what was wrong with the thing. Draco studied the baby in his arms and the baby kept crying; and Draco looked at the baby more, and the baby kept crying; and the more the Draco kept examining the baby, the more it cried.
"What the bloody hell do you want?!"
For a second the baby was silent, then her face got all screwed up and she began wailing more than ever.
"I'm sorry! Caitlyn I'm sorry!" Draco was dimly aware that he was talking to something that could not understand him. The blond desperately racked his brain trying to think of how to make a baby stop crying. An idea finally came to him.
Cradling the child to his chest, he stood u and began gently rocking and bouncing.
"Please, just stop making that god-forsaken noise."
Slowly enough the sobs began to quite and then could no longer be heard. Draco was just beginning to think that this spawn of Satan was finally beginning to sleep when the child made a funny noise.
Draco's brow furrowed as he tried to guess what the noise was. Then it came again; it sounded quite like a grunt. Did babies grunt? Was this normal? What was going...
It was then that he smelled it. No! But who could mistake that scent?
Soon enough the baby stopped making the grunting noise and laid the baby on the dressing table they had recently acquired. HE knew what he had to do, but was quite afraid to do it.
As he stood there contemplating the best course of action, he heard a small noise and realized that Caitlyn was smiling.
"Oh, now you think it's funny!"
Draco turned the baby around every angle to try to find the best possible way to approach the subject. Lying Caitlyn on he small back, he began picking at the tabs which held her diaper shut.
It was only after Draco managed to open the death trap that he realized he should have gotten the other diaper ready first. The diaper was continently located on the other side of the room.
With a sigh Draco went to grab the diaper when the baby began to cry. Oh, the baby! You can't just leave a new born sitting there; it could fall and get broken- however it is that babies get broken. Well, clean the baby first and then worry about the diaper seemed most logical.
So Draco set about the task of whipping the baby's bum. "This is no job for a Malfoy!" he groaned. "This is servant's work!"
When the baby was finally clean, Draco picked her up and walked across the room to grab the diaper, but by the in the short amount of time it actually took him to get across the room and back, a wet spot had appeared on his shirt.
"SHIT!"
"No, that's piss actually, shit tends to have a more brownish color."
Draco slowly turned to meet the eyes of the Brunette who was now standing beside him. "Oh, you're great! Real FUNNY!"
"Well it is what you get for being entirely too loud for sleep."
Draco decided that he ought to pass the baby off now that Hermione was awake, but when he tried.....
"Oh, by all means... I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Bitch....."
Hermione smiled.
Draco tried to fit the diaper on the wriggling baby, but it just would not go. After five minutes of struggle, he finally lifted the baby up into the air to prove to Hermione that he could do this.
But just as the baby reached a vertical position, the diaper slid off causing more laughter from the brunette.
"Fine then you do it!" the blond screamed, quite exasperated and quite sick of the baby already.
Hermione smirked in a way that she had gotten really good at lately. Pointing her wand at the baby, she muttered some words too low for Draco to hear, and the diaper quickly stuck itself to the babe.
Draco, dumbfounded, stared at Hermione not knowing what to say.
"Now you get her to sleep," Hermione said before making her way to her bed.
"The potion to induce clotting of blood was developed in the late fifteenth century by an alchemist named, Robert Blakney. He was able to accomplish this using very simple methods and the potion was relatively easy to come by, becoming quite popular in times of war. Now, Ms. Granger, what is the key ingredient of this potion? Ms. Granger..... Ms. GRANGER!" The Black haired professor slammed his hand on Hermione's desk in fury.
"No, don't put it there....." the class burst into streams of laughter. Draco prodded Hermione awake, she had been dreaming about the mishap of the disposal of the dirty diaper the previous night, but apparently the class had filled in the blanks with much more entertaining subjects.
"Oh, and just exactly where should I put it Ms. Granger?" Snape asked as his black eyes bore into Hermione's. The girl felt her cheeks go red as the class laughed harder still.
The bell rang signifying the end of class.
"Detention again tonight Ms. Granger."
Hermione stormed out of the room and hit Draco on the shoulder. "This is all your fault!"
"My fault? My fault! How do you deduce your falling asleep in class as my fault?"
"Because! We have to take care of that stupid doll all because you had to kiss me!"
"Woah, back up! You definitely kissed me!"
"Ha! Like I would do a thing like that?"
"Well you did!"
Hermione looked shock, "I would never...."
But Draco cut her off, "If I had done it, it would have been better."
"Are you saying that you are a better kisser than me?"
"Yes, I think that is exactly what I said."
"You definitely are not, and you definitely were the one to start last time."
"No, if I had kissed you, it would have been something like this!"
With those words he had thrown Hermione up against one of the dungeon walls, pinning her arms above her head, taking possession of her lips. He did, after all, have a point to make.
When he eased up, and pulled away slowly Hermione's lips were swollen and her eyes had a somewhat heavy look to them.
"How was that?" the boy asked.
A sly smile took Hermione's lips, "Not as good as this....."
@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Hope you like it, sorry for the long wait. Senioritis hit me hard. I'm getting back. Let me know what you think.
THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND REVIEWING!