Don't Forget to Floss
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
Note: THIS SEQUENCE CAN CONTAIN SOME MATERIAL THAT MAY NOT BE SUTIBLE FOR HARRY POTTER FANS WHO EITHER DON'T APPRECIATE THE ROMANCE THAT IS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY, OR ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE READING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. ENJOY.
Harry and Hermione stood outside 278 Cyprus Drive.
"This is it?" Hermione said, frowning at the old repaired house.
"Yes." Harry said. He touched the gate that led to the front door.
"I mean, its in a wonderful wizard neighborhood, but..." Hermione stopped and stared at Harry.
"Harry?" she asked.
"This was my house." He said softly. Hermione went white.
"Oops." She quietly said to herself.
"It was rebuilt. The Ministry hired Muggle construction workers to fix it. I never knew until 6th year." Hermione went up to Harry and slid her hand in his.
"Well. They did a good job rebuilding it." She said. Harry turned to her.
"How do you know?" He asked. Hermione shrugged.
"You're in 10 books, Harry. They showed your house in one of them. But... All that was there were the hedges, the gate, and some stones." Harry reached for the rusted latch on the gate and slid it out. The gate lazily swung open.
"Come on." Harry took Hermione's hands and they walked up into the house. Hermione's eyes widened as she entered the house. There was a kitchen to the right and a pair of stairs leading up next to a den.
"Why didn't it sell?" Hermione asked Harry.
"It did, twice. People fell in love with the inside. But... The real estate said the people who moved out felt... odd in the house. Like, something was filling in around them they couldn't explain. A force." Hermione shuddered.
"I don't feel anything." Harry said.
"Maybe because it was your house." Harry let go of Hermione's hand and went upstairs. Hermione followed. Harry paused in front of a door. He pushed it open.
"This was my room." He said. He turned and walked down the hall as if he knew where everything was exactly.
"And my parents room." Hermione squeezed in front of him and walked into the room.
"Red trim." Hermione said. "And red and gold in the bathroom." Hermione flicked the light on in the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Harry walked in the room behind her.
"So you agree?" He asked, smoothing her hair.
"To what?"
"Living here." Harry said. Hermione paused, then nodded. She turned around and kissed Harry on the cheek.
"When should we move in?" She asked, snuggling.
"Tomorrow." Harry said. "For now, we'll stay at my house."
"Your house?" Hermione asked. "My parents wanted me to stay over at mine tonight."
"Yours it is then."
*************
Months later, at the end of March, there was a phone call in the early morning at the Potter's house. Hermione rolled over and nudged Harry.
"If they want me to come into work today tell them no." She sleepily muttered to Harry. Harry groaned and sat up. He walked across the room to the phone sitting on the desk.
"Hello?" He asked lazily.
"Harry? Harry, it Ron!"
"Ron? It's....."
"5 a.m." Hermione called across to him.
"5 in the morning! What's up?"
"Well. I'm a father!"
"Really? Congratulations!"
"What?" Hermione was already out of bed and rushing over to Harry.
"That's great! Boy or girl?"
"Both. Leila had twins!"
"Incredible! Here, Hermione wants to talk." Harry handed the phone to Hermione.
"Leila had twins!" Hermione squealed and grabbed the phone.
"That's wonderful Ron! Congratulations! How's Leila doing?"
"Great!"
"And the babies?"
"Healthy."
"What are their names?"
"Jonathan and Kathryn." Ron said.
"Awwwww! How cute!" Hermione handed the phone back to Harry. Harry talked about making plans to meet up with the Ron and Leila and see their twins. He hung up the phone.
"Should I make some coffee?" Harry asked her. Hermione shrugged.
"We're both awake. I'm going to lay back down though." Hermione walked over to the bed and covered herself back up. Harry exited the room and went down to the kitchen to make some coffee.
Harry placed the coffeepot back in the maker and set his empty mug on the counter. It was half past 5. He walked back upstairs. Hermione wasn't in the bed anymore. He was sure she was getting ready early in the bathroom, when he heard tiny sniffling noises. He narrowed his eyebrows and walked to the bathroom door. He tapped the door with his knuckles.
"Mione? You all right?" He asked. He pressed his ear against the door and heard a small sob. Harry opened the door. Hermione was crouched on the floor with her head resting against the bowl of the toilet seat. She was crying.
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
"I threw up." She sobbed. "I hate throwing up." She started to cry harder. Harry put a hand to her forehead.
"You're burning up. You're getting back to bed." Harry picked Hermione up in his arms and carried her back to the bed. Hermione clung to him crying.
"You probably have the flu. You're pale and clammy." Hermione sniffled.
"It was going around at the office. Mum had it not too long ago." She said weakly. Harry covered Hermione up in all the sheets on the bed.
"You're not going to work today." Harry said sternly.
"What about you?" Hermione asked, curling up under the covers.
"I have a board meeting today. I have to go. Will you be all right?" Hermione nodded.
"I'll be back in the afternoon to check on you. Go to sleep. I'll call in around 7." But Hermione was already drifting to sleep.
Hermione woke up achy and sweaty. A crack of sunlight streamed through the break in the curtains. Hermione kicked some of the blankets off of her. The bedroom door creaked open.
"Ah! Put those covers back on." Harry told her grinning. He made his way into the room with a tray.
"It's only noon. Why are you home now?" Hermione asked, sitting up. She pulled the covers back up around herself.
"Board meeting got over early. I made you soup." Harry set the tray in front of Hermione. Hermione smiled. She took the spoon and ladled up some soup. A orange goldfish bobbed in between the noodles.
"I thought they'd cheer you up." Harry said. Hermione put the spoon up to her mouth and ate the little cracker.
"Thanks." She said.
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything. I'll check on you in a few." Harry left the room.
******************
That night, Harry took a pair of spare blankets from the linen closet and set up a bed on the couch downstairs. He watched the night news shows before turning the television off and falling asleep. He was shook awake by a bundled up Hermione around 3 in the morning.
"What's up?" Harry asked, reaching for his glasses. He put them on and his eyes adjusted to the dim light coming from the kitchen. Hermione had a tear stained face.
"Did you throw up again?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.
"You shouldn't have gotten up then." Harry stood up and took Hermione by the shoulders.
"Want me to carry you up?" He asked. Hermione nodded again.
"All right." Harry bent down and scooped Hermione up. He carried her up to the bedroom. He laid her in the bed and covered her with the sheets.
"Stay with me?" Hermione asked. Harry crawled into the bed next to her. Hermione turned and curled up against Harry. He wrapped his arms around her and feel asleep once again.
The next morning, Hermione was up and sitting in the kitchen.
"You sure you want to go to work today?" Harry asked Hermione. He was rushing around the kitchen trying to get things ready for work. He threw a sandwich together and rummaged around for a water bottle.
"Yes. I want to go to work." Hermione said.
"You better get ready then." Harry told her. Harry fixed his tie, using the toaster as a mirror.
"I have to go now, see you later." Harry said, coming over to give Hermione a kiss.
"Come visit me." Hermione slightly whined, pouting.
"Okay then." Harry left the house for work.
At the Dentist office, Hermione was greeted warmly by her mother.
"Feeling better honey?" She asked.
"Yeah. Probably just the 24 hour flu. I wasn't feeling that great." Hermione took her coat off.
"I'll let you work the front desk today then. Keep you sitting down." Mrs. Granger said.
"Thanks mum." Hermione said. The rest of the day progressed well, when it was time for break, Hermione and Sarah went across the street to the Imperial. It was a Wednesday and it was the Deli sandwich day. Hermione took a bite of her sandwich. She put it back down and reached for her pickle. She took a big bite out of it. She chewed slowly. She swallowed and set it down, then picked it up and took another bite.
"So how have things been?" Sarah asked Hermione. Hermione swallowed.
"Good, you?" Hermione asked.
"Good. How's Harry?"
"He's fine." Hermione took another bite out of her pickle. Sarah watched her as she chewed.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing." Sarah quickly said. Hermione finished the last of her pickle.
"Our friend Ron's wife had twins, just the other day." Hermione said.
"Really? That's great!"
"Are you going to eat that?" Hermione asked Sarah, pointing to Sarah's pickle, which was left untouched next to Sarah's sandwich.
"No. You can have it." Sarah gave Hermione the pickle.
"Thanks!" Hermione bit into the pickle.
"Um, Hermione?" Sarah asked.
"Mmm hmm?" Hermione asked.
"Are you um....... Nevermind." Sarah shook her head. Hermione shrugged and started to finish her pickle.
Note: Okay, sorry its been a long time. But here is the latest update!
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
Note: THIS SEQUENCE CAN CONTAIN SOME MATERIAL THAT MAY NOT BE SUTIBLE FOR HARRY POTTER FANS WHO EITHER DON'T APPRECIATE THE ROMANCE THAT IS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY, OR ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE READING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. ENJOY.
Harry and Hermione stood outside 278 Cyprus Drive.
"This is it?" Hermione said, frowning at the old repaired house.
"Yes." Harry said. He touched the gate that led to the front door.
"I mean, its in a wonderful wizard neighborhood, but..." Hermione stopped and stared at Harry.
"Harry?" she asked.
"This was my house." He said softly. Hermione went white.
"Oops." She quietly said to herself.
"It was rebuilt. The Ministry hired Muggle construction workers to fix it. I never knew until 6th year." Hermione went up to Harry and slid her hand in his.
"Well. They did a good job rebuilding it." She said. Harry turned to her.
"How do you know?" He asked. Hermione shrugged.
"You're in 10 books, Harry. They showed your house in one of them. But... All that was there were the hedges, the gate, and some stones." Harry reached for the rusted latch on the gate and slid it out. The gate lazily swung open.
"Come on." Harry took Hermione's hands and they walked up into the house. Hermione's eyes widened as she entered the house. There was a kitchen to the right and a pair of stairs leading up next to a den.
"Why didn't it sell?" Hermione asked Harry.
"It did, twice. People fell in love with the inside. But... The real estate said the people who moved out felt... odd in the house. Like, something was filling in around them they couldn't explain. A force." Hermione shuddered.
"I don't feel anything." Harry said.
"Maybe because it was your house." Harry let go of Hermione's hand and went upstairs. Hermione followed. Harry paused in front of a door. He pushed it open.
"This was my room." He said. He turned and walked down the hall as if he knew where everything was exactly.
"And my parents room." Hermione squeezed in front of him and walked into the room.
"Red trim." Hermione said. "And red and gold in the bathroom." Hermione flicked the light on in the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Harry walked in the room behind her.
"So you agree?" He asked, smoothing her hair.
"To what?"
"Living here." Harry said. Hermione paused, then nodded. She turned around and kissed Harry on the cheek.
"When should we move in?" She asked, snuggling.
"Tomorrow." Harry said. "For now, we'll stay at my house."
"Your house?" Hermione asked. "My parents wanted me to stay over at mine tonight."
"Yours it is then."
*************
Months later, at the end of March, there was a phone call in the early morning at the Potter's house. Hermione rolled over and nudged Harry.
"If they want me to come into work today tell them no." She sleepily muttered to Harry. Harry groaned and sat up. He walked across the room to the phone sitting on the desk.
"Hello?" He asked lazily.
"Harry? Harry, it Ron!"
"Ron? It's....."
"5 a.m." Hermione called across to him.
"5 in the morning! What's up?"
"Well. I'm a father!"
"Really? Congratulations!"
"What?" Hermione was already out of bed and rushing over to Harry.
"That's great! Boy or girl?"
"Both. Leila had twins!"
"Incredible! Here, Hermione wants to talk." Harry handed the phone to Hermione.
"Leila had twins!" Hermione squealed and grabbed the phone.
"That's wonderful Ron! Congratulations! How's Leila doing?"
"Great!"
"And the babies?"
"Healthy."
"What are their names?"
"Jonathan and Kathryn." Ron said.
"Awwwww! How cute!" Hermione handed the phone back to Harry. Harry talked about making plans to meet up with the Ron and Leila and see their twins. He hung up the phone.
"Should I make some coffee?" Harry asked her. Hermione shrugged.
"We're both awake. I'm going to lay back down though." Hermione walked over to the bed and covered herself back up. Harry exited the room and went down to the kitchen to make some coffee.
Harry placed the coffeepot back in the maker and set his empty mug on the counter. It was half past 5. He walked back upstairs. Hermione wasn't in the bed anymore. He was sure she was getting ready early in the bathroom, when he heard tiny sniffling noises. He narrowed his eyebrows and walked to the bathroom door. He tapped the door with his knuckles.
"Mione? You all right?" He asked. He pressed his ear against the door and heard a small sob. Harry opened the door. Hermione was crouched on the floor with her head resting against the bowl of the toilet seat. She was crying.
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
"I threw up." She sobbed. "I hate throwing up." She started to cry harder. Harry put a hand to her forehead.
"You're burning up. You're getting back to bed." Harry picked Hermione up in his arms and carried her back to the bed. Hermione clung to him crying.
"You probably have the flu. You're pale and clammy." Hermione sniffled.
"It was going around at the office. Mum had it not too long ago." She said weakly. Harry covered Hermione up in all the sheets on the bed.
"You're not going to work today." Harry said sternly.
"What about you?" Hermione asked, curling up under the covers.
"I have a board meeting today. I have to go. Will you be all right?" Hermione nodded.
"I'll be back in the afternoon to check on you. Go to sleep. I'll call in around 7." But Hermione was already drifting to sleep.
Hermione woke up achy and sweaty. A crack of sunlight streamed through the break in the curtains. Hermione kicked some of the blankets off of her. The bedroom door creaked open.
"Ah! Put those covers back on." Harry told her grinning. He made his way into the room with a tray.
"It's only noon. Why are you home now?" Hermione asked, sitting up. She pulled the covers back up around herself.
"Board meeting got over early. I made you soup." Harry set the tray in front of Hermione. Hermione smiled. She took the spoon and ladled up some soup. A orange goldfish bobbed in between the noodles.
"I thought they'd cheer you up." Harry said. Hermione put the spoon up to her mouth and ate the little cracker.
"Thanks." She said.
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything. I'll check on you in a few." Harry left the room.
******************
That night, Harry took a pair of spare blankets from the linen closet and set up a bed on the couch downstairs. He watched the night news shows before turning the television off and falling asleep. He was shook awake by a bundled up Hermione around 3 in the morning.
"What's up?" Harry asked, reaching for his glasses. He put them on and his eyes adjusted to the dim light coming from the kitchen. Hermione had a tear stained face.
"Did you throw up again?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.
"You shouldn't have gotten up then." Harry stood up and took Hermione by the shoulders.
"Want me to carry you up?" He asked. Hermione nodded again.
"All right." Harry bent down and scooped Hermione up. He carried her up to the bedroom. He laid her in the bed and covered her with the sheets.
"Stay with me?" Hermione asked. Harry crawled into the bed next to her. Hermione turned and curled up against Harry. He wrapped his arms around her and feel asleep once again.
The next morning, Hermione was up and sitting in the kitchen.
"You sure you want to go to work today?" Harry asked Hermione. He was rushing around the kitchen trying to get things ready for work. He threw a sandwich together and rummaged around for a water bottle.
"Yes. I want to go to work." Hermione said.
"You better get ready then." Harry told her. Harry fixed his tie, using the toaster as a mirror.
"I have to go now, see you later." Harry said, coming over to give Hermione a kiss.
"Come visit me." Hermione slightly whined, pouting.
"Okay then." Harry left the house for work.
At the Dentist office, Hermione was greeted warmly by her mother.
"Feeling better honey?" She asked.
"Yeah. Probably just the 24 hour flu. I wasn't feeling that great." Hermione took her coat off.
"I'll let you work the front desk today then. Keep you sitting down." Mrs. Granger said.
"Thanks mum." Hermione said. The rest of the day progressed well, when it was time for break, Hermione and Sarah went across the street to the Imperial. It was a Wednesday and it was the Deli sandwich day. Hermione took a bite of her sandwich. She put it back down and reached for her pickle. She took a big bite out of it. She chewed slowly. She swallowed and set it down, then picked it up and took another bite.
"So how have things been?" Sarah asked Hermione. Hermione swallowed.
"Good, you?" Hermione asked.
"Good. How's Harry?"
"He's fine." Hermione took another bite out of her pickle. Sarah watched her as she chewed.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing." Sarah quickly said. Hermione finished the last of her pickle.
"Our friend Ron's wife had twins, just the other day." Hermione said.
"Really? That's great!"
"Are you going to eat that?" Hermione asked Sarah, pointing to Sarah's pickle, which was left untouched next to Sarah's sandwich.
"No. You can have it." Sarah gave Hermione the pickle.
"Thanks!" Hermione bit into the pickle.
"Um, Hermione?" Sarah asked.
"Mmm hmm?" Hermione asked.
"Are you um....... Nevermind." Sarah shook her head. Hermione shrugged and started to finish her pickle.
Note: Okay, sorry its been a long time. But here is the latest update!
