Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter for if I did I would be rolling in millions right now. And sadly I am not. I do however own Baby James, Emma, and Bridget.
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Ron's Work
It was 5:15 and Ron was walking into work late. He walked into his office and collapsed into his big comfy, spinney chair. Exactly five minutes later Harry woke him up. "Come on get up. R-ron you do know your drooling?"
"Need sleep," was his reply before putting his head back down.
"Experiencing the wonders of parenthood is that fun, huh?" Harry said with a laugh.
"Again with the jokes! Harry, when will you learn when the right time to tell a joke is?" Ron said with his head still down.
"I never intend to."
"Great," Ron said lifting his head up from the desk. "Can you please just put a bullet or something sharp through my brain? Please?"
"Now Ron that will only get me time in Azkaban, and we don't want that now do we? Besides, then who will tell you all my nice jokes?"
Ron lifted his head up from the with a paper stuck to his head and said, "Go to hell," before putting it back down and banging it repeatedly.
"You know Ron you are just going to dent the desk," Harry said as he placed a cup of coffee on his desk ten minutes later. Ron drank it all in three gulps. "Yay, now we can start on all the nice paper work." Ron put his head back on the desk.
"Wahoo," Ron said in a mock on enjoyment as he twirled his finger.
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Back at Home
Hermione was talking to Ginny over the floo network. The red head looked as if she was about to pass out in the fireplace. "Gin, what do I do the kids are sleeping?"
"Sleep," she replied.
"Who me or you?" Hermione said with a laugh.
"Both."
"But I did that last night."
"You lucky bitch."
"Write a series of books?"
"Why not," Hermione said as Ginny's eyes drooped once more. "Are you really that sleepy?"
"Oh, of course not 'Mione! I am as awake as I can get! In fact I am so cheerful I think I'll go for a jog!" she said sarcastically.
"Why don't you go get some sleep," Hermione said her goodbyes and left the fireplace to go begin her series.
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Staff Meeting
'I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake,' Ron thought to himself as he boss rambled on about how he needed somebody to go down and look up on Mad Eye Moody's latest 'attack'.
After five more minutes of pure torture, Ron's head started to droop onto the long, wooden table. Harry, noticing his friend, kicked him under the table and passed him his cup of coffee. Ron mouthed a thank you and downed the entire cup in one swig. "Weasley! Have you been listening at all?" his boss yelled at him.
"Of course I have. Why wouldn't be?" Ron said quickly trying to think if they were still talking about Mad Eye. 'Please be talking about Mad Eye.'
"Well, Weasley, since you seem so awake, YOU can go down and check up on Mr. Moody," his boss said. The meeting ended ten minutes later and Ron said goodbye to Harry and left for Mad Eyes.
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Mad Eyes Place
"Now where exactly are the trash bins that bit your arm, Sir?" Ron asked very bored. 'You think being an Auror would be more exciting.'
"Right over here Weasley. Be careful now. You never know when they are going to snap," Moody said very cautiously, pointing over to the trash bins with his old, shaky finger.
'Could this day go by any slower?' Ron thought to himself as he lifted the lid of the bin. Inside was a small furry animal. It was a stray Kneazel that looked like it had been through just as much as Moody. "Here is the problem," Ron said as he picked up the spotted Kneazel and showed the old man.
"Mauler! I have been looking everywhere for you!" the old man exclaimed as he took the beast from Ron. "Thank you Weasley. I have been looking for this guy for weeks now!"
Ron rolled his eyes, "No problem Moody. You just keep that thing on a leash next time okay?"
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Back at Home After Work
Ron walked into the house to see Hermione asleep on the sofa with papers spread out all over the table. He walked over and picked up a piece of the paper. Across the top the word 'Untitled' was written. After that there was many papers with what seemed to be a story written on them.
Just as he began to read, he heard two certain babies start to cry. He sighed as he put down the papers and started towards the stairs. He walked into the purple room and picked up Emma as Bridget cried even more. He picked her up with his other hand and rocked them back and forth as he sat down into a racking chair into the corner. "Shhh, now sweeties. We don't want to wake up Mummy, now, do we?" he cooed to the crying girls.
A few minutes later the girls stopped crying and look up at their daddy. "And what are you looking at? Huh?" he asked with a smile and his head bent down close. Bridget reached up and took this opportunity to grab hold of her daddy's hair. "Hey, now what did I do to you?" he asked as he attempted to get his hair back from the giggling child.
"Ron? Are you up here?" Hermione asked as she came up the steps.
"In here honey! I am the one getting scalped!"
"Oh Ron, she's not even one and your losing! This is truly pathetic."
"Stop being mean and help! This hurts!" Ron complained as the little girl pulled even harder. Hermione came over and took Bridget's hand out of Ron's hair and picked her up.
"That's right, honey," Hermione said to Bridget, "Daddy is a baby."
"Oh, yeah, laugh it up," Ron said.
"Okay," Hermione said as she started to laugh.
"You're so mean!" Ron wined in a fake hurt voice, "Come on Emma, Let's get away from these mean old people."
"Old? Who's old? Bridget is not and I'M definitely not old."
"Sure Hermione you just keep thinking that." Ron said with a laugh. He soon wished that he hadn't said that because moments later a book was chucked at the back of his head. "That was mean!"
"I know. And so is this," she passed him Bridget and said… "Honey can you change the girls diapers?"
"Why is that mean?"
"Oh you'll see," she said with a smirk on her face.
Ron soon found out why it was mean. It smelt so bad and even worse, he had to do two of them! "PLEASE never make me do that again!!!!" Ron wined to Hermione after he was done changing the diapers.
"Ha, now you know how I fell every day when you go to work and I have to change them all," Hermione said without looking up from the paper she was writing on in front of her.
"What are you working on anyway?" Ron asked looking over her shoulder.
"My book series," she said casually.
"What?" Ron asked very confused.
"I had nothing to do today so Ginny told me to write one so, I am," she said still without looking up.
"Right…. Remind me not to ask next time, okay?"
"Okay, honey."
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That Night
That night the kids actually slept until 12:13 am before they woke. Hermione was on child duty that night because Ron had to be to work even earlier today for another staff meeting.
"Come on sweeties, you know you want to go to bed for mummy," she said in a tired voice as she rocked them back and forth. Bridget wasn't really crying anymore but, she also wasn't helping any with Emma, for she kept grabbing onto what little hair her twin had.
About an hour after they finally fell back asleep, they woke back up. Hermione unhappily got back out of the bed and walked down the hall. "Now come on. You know that you want o be sweet little girls for mummy and go to bed. Don't you?" Hermione asked to the babies that were now staring at her as if she were nut for talking to them. "Please go to bed sweet hearts." Hermione sat in there for another half hour before they fell back asleep. She was so tired by now though that after she put them in to their crib, she passed out herself in the rocking chair.
And that's exactly where Ron found her and the crying babies at three in the morning when he woke to get ready for another day of fun paperwork.
Ron walked up to Hermione and laughed to himself. He kissed her on the forehead and wrote her a note saying he would be home early today and to save him a diaper. Then he walked over to the crib and quieted down the girls with two bottles. 'This is my chaotic life.' He thought to himself.
A/N that's the second chapie!! Hoped you liked it! I'll try to update soon! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ron's Work
It was 5:15 and Ron was walking into work late. He walked into his office and collapsed into his big comfy, spinney chair. Exactly five minutes later Harry woke him up. "Come on get up. R-ron you do know your drooling?"
"Need sleep," was his reply before putting his head back down.
"Experiencing the wonders of parenthood is that fun, huh?" Harry said with a laugh.
"Again with the jokes! Harry, when will you learn when the right time to tell a joke is?" Ron said with his head still down.
"I never intend to."
"Great," Ron said lifting his head up from the desk. "Can you please just put a bullet or something sharp through my brain? Please?"
"Now Ron that will only get me time in Azkaban, and we don't want that now do we? Besides, then who will tell you all my nice jokes?"
Ron lifted his head up from the with a paper stuck to his head and said, "Go to hell," before putting it back down and banging it repeatedly.
"You know Ron you are just going to dent the desk," Harry said as he placed a cup of coffee on his desk ten minutes later. Ron drank it all in three gulps. "Yay, now we can start on all the nice paper work." Ron put his head back on the desk.
"Wahoo," Ron said in a mock on enjoyment as he twirled his finger.
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Back at Home
Hermione was talking to Ginny over the floo network. The red head looked as if she was about to pass out in the fireplace. "Gin, what do I do the kids are sleeping?"
"Sleep," she replied.
"Who me or you?" Hermione said with a laugh.
"Both."
"But I did that last night."
"You lucky bitch."
"Write a series of books?"
"Why not," Hermione said as Ginny's eyes drooped once more. "Are you really that sleepy?"
"Oh, of course not 'Mione! I am as awake as I can get! In fact I am so cheerful I think I'll go for a jog!" she said sarcastically.
"Why don't you go get some sleep," Hermione said her goodbyes and left the fireplace to go begin her series.
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Staff Meeting
'I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake, I must stay awake,' Ron thought to himself as he boss rambled on about how he needed somebody to go down and look up on Mad Eye Moody's latest 'attack'.
After five more minutes of pure torture, Ron's head started to droop onto the long, wooden table. Harry, noticing his friend, kicked him under the table and passed him his cup of coffee. Ron mouthed a thank you and downed the entire cup in one swig. "Weasley! Have you been listening at all?" his boss yelled at him.
"Of course I have. Why wouldn't be?" Ron said quickly trying to think if they were still talking about Mad Eye. 'Please be talking about Mad Eye.'
"Well, Weasley, since you seem so awake, YOU can go down and check up on Mr. Moody," his boss said. The meeting ended ten minutes later and Ron said goodbye to Harry and left for Mad Eyes.
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Mad Eyes Place
"Now where exactly are the trash bins that bit your arm, Sir?" Ron asked very bored. 'You think being an Auror would be more exciting.'
"Right over here Weasley. Be careful now. You never know when they are going to snap," Moody said very cautiously, pointing over to the trash bins with his old, shaky finger.
'Could this day go by any slower?' Ron thought to himself as he lifted the lid of the bin. Inside was a small furry animal. It was a stray Kneazel that looked like it had been through just as much as Moody. "Here is the problem," Ron said as he picked up the spotted Kneazel and showed the old man.
"Mauler! I have been looking everywhere for you!" the old man exclaimed as he took the beast from Ron. "Thank you Weasley. I have been looking for this guy for weeks now!"
Ron rolled his eyes, "No problem Moody. You just keep that thing on a leash next time okay?"
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Back at Home After Work
Ron walked into the house to see Hermione asleep on the sofa with papers spread out all over the table. He walked over and picked up a piece of the paper. Across the top the word 'Untitled' was written. After that there was many papers with what seemed to be a story written on them.
Just as he began to read, he heard two certain babies start to cry. He sighed as he put down the papers and started towards the stairs. He walked into the purple room and picked up Emma as Bridget cried even more. He picked her up with his other hand and rocked them back and forth as he sat down into a racking chair into the corner. "Shhh, now sweeties. We don't want to wake up Mummy, now, do we?" he cooed to the crying girls.
A few minutes later the girls stopped crying and look up at their daddy. "And what are you looking at? Huh?" he asked with a smile and his head bent down close. Bridget reached up and took this opportunity to grab hold of her daddy's hair. "Hey, now what did I do to you?" he asked as he attempted to get his hair back from the giggling child.
"Ron? Are you up here?" Hermione asked as she came up the steps.
"In here honey! I am the one getting scalped!"
"Oh Ron, she's not even one and your losing! This is truly pathetic."
"Stop being mean and help! This hurts!" Ron complained as the little girl pulled even harder. Hermione came over and took Bridget's hand out of Ron's hair and picked her up.
"That's right, honey," Hermione said to Bridget, "Daddy is a baby."
"Oh, yeah, laugh it up," Ron said.
"Okay," Hermione said as she started to laugh.
"You're so mean!" Ron wined in a fake hurt voice, "Come on Emma, Let's get away from these mean old people."
"Old? Who's old? Bridget is not and I'M definitely not old."
"Sure Hermione you just keep thinking that." Ron said with a laugh. He soon wished that he hadn't said that because moments later a book was chucked at the back of his head. "That was mean!"
"I know. And so is this," she passed him Bridget and said… "Honey can you change the girls diapers?"
"Why is that mean?"
"Oh you'll see," she said with a smirk on her face.
Ron soon found out why it was mean. It smelt so bad and even worse, he had to do two of them! "PLEASE never make me do that again!!!!" Ron wined to Hermione after he was done changing the diapers.
"Ha, now you know how I fell every day when you go to work and I have to change them all," Hermione said without looking up from the paper she was writing on in front of her.
"What are you working on anyway?" Ron asked looking over her shoulder.
"My book series," she said casually.
"What?" Ron asked very confused.
"I had nothing to do today so Ginny told me to write one so, I am," she said still without looking up.
"Right…. Remind me not to ask next time, okay?"
"Okay, honey."
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That Night
That night the kids actually slept until 12:13 am before they woke. Hermione was on child duty that night because Ron had to be to work even earlier today for another staff meeting.
"Come on sweeties, you know you want to go to bed for mummy," she said in a tired voice as she rocked them back and forth. Bridget wasn't really crying anymore but, she also wasn't helping any with Emma, for she kept grabbing onto what little hair her twin had.
About an hour after they finally fell back asleep, they woke back up. Hermione unhappily got back out of the bed and walked down the hall. "Now come on. You know that you want o be sweet little girls for mummy and go to bed. Don't you?" Hermione asked to the babies that were now staring at her as if she were nut for talking to them. "Please go to bed sweet hearts." Hermione sat in there for another half hour before they fell back asleep. She was so tired by now though that after she put them in to their crib, she passed out herself in the rocking chair.
And that's exactly where Ron found her and the crying babies at three in the morning when he woke to get ready for another day of fun paperwork.
Ron walked up to Hermione and laughed to himself. He kissed her on the forehead and wrote her a note saying he would be home early today and to save him a diaper. Then he walked over to the crib and quieted down the girls with two bottles. 'This is my chaotic life.' He thought to himself.
A/N that's the second chapie!! Hoped you liked it! I'll try to update soon! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!