Hey guys wow... so I am WAY sorry I havent updated in like a bajillion years!
Finals just came by and everything and I started a new job (8-5) for the
summer but its babysittin a 3 month old so when she sleeps I will start
typin... ( but I cant guarantee the chapters will be "wonderful" so im sorry
about that... if you have any interesting plot twists... let them be known
Hilary sat in the library staring at Luke, the blonde hair, the blue eyes, she should have realized it sooner.
"Oh" she responded with a hint of disappointment
"see I knew it, but I've never even met my parents, they have been locked up in Azkaban since before I can remember"
"Right"
"Look I know that you are a Potter, and bloody hell a Gryffindor too, everything would be against us, history, family, everything, but imagine what could be Hil, just do that for me will ya?"
"Its nothing against you I just dont think it is a good idea, I mean if my siblings found out I was dating a Slytherin, and a Malfoy no less, they would kill me and I—"
"Then we wont tell them! We will keep it a secret, its not like any of them know me... I'm not in there year, and you can just say you are off doing things with friends, we could make this work Hilary, if you want to we can"
Hilary had never lied to her family before, NEVER, especially her brothers and sisters, they had a sacred bond, it was now a well known fact, no clan was closer than the Potters. They may be smart, attractive, brave, loyal, but loyalty to each other was the strongest attribute they had ever shown. Her grandparents had died protecting her father, her father had almost died protecting Uncle Ron and her mother, and it was her job to carry on the legacy... but it wasn't like she would be doing something that out right betrayed her family, who knows it might be better for them knowing there is a Malfoy out there who is really a nice guys.
"Maybe, but we would have to be careful, I don't know if I can even do it, I don't think I will have time, its my first year here and I am doing well now but I have been trying, if I had a relationship I don't know if I could..."
"Don't worry about your grades, there are no Potters in my year, therefore I am at the top of my class. I can help you with anything that confuses you, and that can be like a date in and of itself like a 'study' date"
"I don't know. I'll think about it and get back to you okay Luke... its asking a lot"
"I'll wait, though I will tell you this, I'm sacrificing a lot trying to have a relationship with you, and I don't mind doing it, but please make it worth it"
There was something a little sinister about the way he spoke, but Hilary wasn't listening she was looking into his eyes, she was looking at the way his hair sort of hung in his face when he talked to her.
"Okay" she said with a grin, "we can try it..."
Luke's eyebrows lifted up and his eyes grew wide, "Hey I have to go meet some friends... but I'll meet you tomorrow in here... back in the Gilderoy Lockhart section" with that he quickly kissed her cheek and went on his way.
Hilary was frightened, but excited none the less of the adventure for which she had just begun.
Back at the Potter house things were getting crazier, the triplets were now nine, and becoming more and more different every day. Henry was finding it harder and harder to relate to Heather and Harry. They were growing apart, and Henry was growing more lonely besides, talks with his mother about the latest book he read or something in relation to that.
Heidi was now six years old and attending a preschool in the neighborhood, her teachers were wildly impressed by her reading level and aptitude for greatness.
Haney, now three years old, loved the attention that being a tiny tot brought. Heather and Harry loved chasing her around the house and playing with her (which was wonderful for Hermione who was working on a new book) and had her hands full taking care of Harper.
Hannah had been spending a lot more time at home more recently. Landon was away a lot at games, and she often found herself alone at home. She couldn't stand the peace that came when she was alone, she found the noise that filled the Potter house comforting because it wasn't noise but rather a greater peace, one of mutual conversation and love.
Harry had been quite busy lately, not with work or anything of the sort, but rather a much needed vacation for he and Hermione. Their twentieth wedding anniversary was coming up, and Harry had decided to take Hermione the one place he was almost sure she had never been, New York. It had everything he knew Hermione would love, beauty, culture, and a romance that could not be matched (with the exception of Paris).
Tonight was game night in the Potter house, and tonight Pictionary had been the game of choice, and all the yelling and cheering had worn out most of the kids. Hannah helped Harry and Hermione put everyone to bed.
While Henry had gone to bed without much of a fuss, Harry continued to creep out of bed in hopes that he would be able to forego an early bedtime. Heather however for maybe the first time in her life, had taken to be more like Henry and went to sleep fairly quickly. Heidi and Haney had fallen asleep in their father's lap, so they were carried back to their rooms. And Harper was already asleep in Harry and Hermiones bedroom.
That evening as Harry slept, he had a dream, about that first night with Hermione.
FLASHBACK
It was Winter break, and Harry was spending Christmas at the Castle, it was his last year at Hogwarts and he wanted to spend his last Christmas as he spent his first, with Ron and Hermione.
Ron however wasn't staying, he was off to the Lovegood's for part of Christmas break, and he would then return the Burrow until after New Years.
Hermione's parents had left early this year to go on a cruise throughout South America, they had invited Hermione, but that would have meant missing first term exams and Christmas with Harry, so she stayed.
That evening at dinner Harry and Hermione sat alone, most of their friends were home for the Holidays, and they were almost the only 7th year Gryffindors who had decided to stay.
That night Harry remembered more vividly than any night he ever spent at Hogwarts. He and Hermione lay on the couch in front of the fire, they had been talking and laughing all evening and had not moved hardly at all since after dinner.
They talked to Colin Creevey as he came by, as a sixth year he had now more so gotten over his obsession with Harry and had become just one of Harry's friends.
They stayed up late into the night and after everyone had finally retreated to their respected dormitories Harry, decided to kiss Hermione goodnight.
When he had kissed her, he saw that look in her eyes, her eyes full of so much love, so much more than anything he had ever hoped for. He brushed the curls out of her face and they continued to kiss.
It was then that they heard Mcgonnagal making her way to the common room. In a state of pure panic, Hermione grabbed Harrys hand and they ran into his dormitory to wait for her to pass.
What happened in that room that night was something neither Harry or Hermione ever thought they would do. Afterwards, Hermione lay awake, trying to take in what had just happened, and trying to savor everything in that moment. The way Harry's arms were around her, his breath blowing ever so slightly at her ear... the chiming of the bells, letting everyone know it was 5 am... Hermione very quietly crawled out of Harry's bed, put her clothes back on, and left a parchment for Harry where she had been sleeping and quietly went back to her room.
The next morning Harry remembered waking up feeling better than he had in a long time. He found the note Hermione had left for him and hoped it wasnt full of regret,
Harry,
Last night was more perfect than I could have possibly imagined. I'm sorry I didn't wake you to tell you I was going back to my room, but you seemed so content and peaceful where you were it broke my heart to wake you. I love you Harry, if you were unsure of that before, I hope you know now beyond any doubt. I love you and I will see you in the morning,
Yours Forever Hermione
Harry couldn't remember how many times he read over that letter... 2 months later reading over that letter again, harry was unsure whether or not they had done the right thing, even though in the moment of the letter Harry felt far beyond his years, at the moment Hermione told him she was pregnant, he felt like nothing more than a child.
FLASHBACK END
Harry awoke with a start, Hannah had been trying to make breakfast and dropped a frying pan. He looked next to him and there she was, beneath their crimson red covers, sleeping, just sleeping. Times like these are the ones Harry waited for, times when he looked over beside him, and saw nothing but a perfect person, his family, his life... it was a beautiful thing.
Hilary sat in the library staring at Luke, the blonde hair, the blue eyes, she should have realized it sooner.
"Oh" she responded with a hint of disappointment
"see I knew it, but I've never even met my parents, they have been locked up in Azkaban since before I can remember"
"Right"
"Look I know that you are a Potter, and bloody hell a Gryffindor too, everything would be against us, history, family, everything, but imagine what could be Hil, just do that for me will ya?"
"Its nothing against you I just dont think it is a good idea, I mean if my siblings found out I was dating a Slytherin, and a Malfoy no less, they would kill me and I—"
"Then we wont tell them! We will keep it a secret, its not like any of them know me... I'm not in there year, and you can just say you are off doing things with friends, we could make this work Hilary, if you want to we can"
Hilary had never lied to her family before, NEVER, especially her brothers and sisters, they had a sacred bond, it was now a well known fact, no clan was closer than the Potters. They may be smart, attractive, brave, loyal, but loyalty to each other was the strongest attribute they had ever shown. Her grandparents had died protecting her father, her father had almost died protecting Uncle Ron and her mother, and it was her job to carry on the legacy... but it wasn't like she would be doing something that out right betrayed her family, who knows it might be better for them knowing there is a Malfoy out there who is really a nice guys.
"Maybe, but we would have to be careful, I don't know if I can even do it, I don't think I will have time, its my first year here and I am doing well now but I have been trying, if I had a relationship I don't know if I could..."
"Don't worry about your grades, there are no Potters in my year, therefore I am at the top of my class. I can help you with anything that confuses you, and that can be like a date in and of itself like a 'study' date"
"I don't know. I'll think about it and get back to you okay Luke... its asking a lot"
"I'll wait, though I will tell you this, I'm sacrificing a lot trying to have a relationship with you, and I don't mind doing it, but please make it worth it"
There was something a little sinister about the way he spoke, but Hilary wasn't listening she was looking into his eyes, she was looking at the way his hair sort of hung in his face when he talked to her.
"Okay" she said with a grin, "we can try it..."
Luke's eyebrows lifted up and his eyes grew wide, "Hey I have to go meet some friends... but I'll meet you tomorrow in here... back in the Gilderoy Lockhart section" with that he quickly kissed her cheek and went on his way.
Hilary was frightened, but excited none the less of the adventure for which she had just begun.
Back at the Potter house things were getting crazier, the triplets were now nine, and becoming more and more different every day. Henry was finding it harder and harder to relate to Heather and Harry. They were growing apart, and Henry was growing more lonely besides, talks with his mother about the latest book he read or something in relation to that.
Heidi was now six years old and attending a preschool in the neighborhood, her teachers were wildly impressed by her reading level and aptitude for greatness.
Haney, now three years old, loved the attention that being a tiny tot brought. Heather and Harry loved chasing her around the house and playing with her (which was wonderful for Hermione who was working on a new book) and had her hands full taking care of Harper.
Hannah had been spending a lot more time at home more recently. Landon was away a lot at games, and she often found herself alone at home. She couldn't stand the peace that came when she was alone, she found the noise that filled the Potter house comforting because it wasn't noise but rather a greater peace, one of mutual conversation and love.
Harry had been quite busy lately, not with work or anything of the sort, but rather a much needed vacation for he and Hermione. Their twentieth wedding anniversary was coming up, and Harry had decided to take Hermione the one place he was almost sure she had never been, New York. It had everything he knew Hermione would love, beauty, culture, and a romance that could not be matched (with the exception of Paris).
Tonight was game night in the Potter house, and tonight Pictionary had been the game of choice, and all the yelling and cheering had worn out most of the kids. Hannah helped Harry and Hermione put everyone to bed.
While Henry had gone to bed without much of a fuss, Harry continued to creep out of bed in hopes that he would be able to forego an early bedtime. Heather however for maybe the first time in her life, had taken to be more like Henry and went to sleep fairly quickly. Heidi and Haney had fallen asleep in their father's lap, so they were carried back to their rooms. And Harper was already asleep in Harry and Hermiones bedroom.
That evening as Harry slept, he had a dream, about that first night with Hermione.
FLASHBACK
It was Winter break, and Harry was spending Christmas at the Castle, it was his last year at Hogwarts and he wanted to spend his last Christmas as he spent his first, with Ron and Hermione.
Ron however wasn't staying, he was off to the Lovegood's for part of Christmas break, and he would then return the Burrow until after New Years.
Hermione's parents had left early this year to go on a cruise throughout South America, they had invited Hermione, but that would have meant missing first term exams and Christmas with Harry, so she stayed.
That evening at dinner Harry and Hermione sat alone, most of their friends were home for the Holidays, and they were almost the only 7th year Gryffindors who had decided to stay.
That night Harry remembered more vividly than any night he ever spent at Hogwarts. He and Hermione lay on the couch in front of the fire, they had been talking and laughing all evening and had not moved hardly at all since after dinner.
They talked to Colin Creevey as he came by, as a sixth year he had now more so gotten over his obsession with Harry and had become just one of Harry's friends.
They stayed up late into the night and after everyone had finally retreated to their respected dormitories Harry, decided to kiss Hermione goodnight.
When he had kissed her, he saw that look in her eyes, her eyes full of so much love, so much more than anything he had ever hoped for. He brushed the curls out of her face and they continued to kiss.
It was then that they heard Mcgonnagal making her way to the common room. In a state of pure panic, Hermione grabbed Harrys hand and they ran into his dormitory to wait for her to pass.
What happened in that room that night was something neither Harry or Hermione ever thought they would do. Afterwards, Hermione lay awake, trying to take in what had just happened, and trying to savor everything in that moment. The way Harry's arms were around her, his breath blowing ever so slightly at her ear... the chiming of the bells, letting everyone know it was 5 am... Hermione very quietly crawled out of Harry's bed, put her clothes back on, and left a parchment for Harry where she had been sleeping and quietly went back to her room.
The next morning Harry remembered waking up feeling better than he had in a long time. He found the note Hermione had left for him and hoped it wasnt full of regret,
Harry,
Last night was more perfect than I could have possibly imagined. I'm sorry I didn't wake you to tell you I was going back to my room, but you seemed so content and peaceful where you were it broke my heart to wake you. I love you Harry, if you were unsure of that before, I hope you know now beyond any doubt. I love you and I will see you in the morning,
Yours Forever Hermione
Harry couldn't remember how many times he read over that letter... 2 months later reading over that letter again, harry was unsure whether or not they had done the right thing, even though in the moment of the letter Harry felt far beyond his years, at the moment Hermione told him she was pregnant, he felt like nothing more than a child.
FLASHBACK END
Harry awoke with a start, Hannah had been trying to make breakfast and dropped a frying pan. He looked next to him and there she was, beneath their crimson red covers, sleeping, just sleeping. Times like these are the ones Harry waited for, times when he looked over beside him, and saw nothing but a perfect person, his family, his life... it was a beautiful thing.