A/N: I'm sooo sorry it took so long! Anyway, here's the next chapter:

Chapter 8

The next morning everyone was up bright and early because one baby started to cry which, in turn, set off all the other babies.

"This is the problem with living in such close quarters," complained Ron.
"And the babies were so tired, too. Then Natalie had to go and-" began Hermione.
"Who's Natalie?" interrupted Ginny.
"Dean and Parvati's baby, the one who started crying first," explained Hermione. "Then Natalie had to go and wake everyone up."

At breakfast in the Great Hall there was a whole table of grumpy, screaming babies and grumpy 'parents'. The other houses, not even the Slytherins, were enjoying the sight because the Gryffindor babies were making the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and mixed babies unhappy also.

"This is going to be a very long day," said Harry, sighing.
"Definitely," agreed Ginny.

Draco and Lavendar's POV
'Those stinking Gryffindors with their crabby babies. Oh, no, they've made Laura unhappy, too.' The aforementioned baby started to squirm and cry in her 'daddy's' arms.
''Shush, it's okay, Laura,'' soothed Draco.
''Let's go before she gets even more upset,'' suggested Lavandar. The first class they had was Divination.
They began the climb up the North Tower. Once they were inside, they discovered, although it was only November, the classroom was very stuffy, as Prof. Trewlaney (Did I spell that right?) did not like to open the windows because, "Drafts cloud the Inner Eye."
"Hullo class. This week we will be doing a review, so for today we will start with reading tea leaves," began Prof. Trewlaney in her usual dreamy voice. And so followed an excessively boring class. Oh, yes, except for the part where all the babies started to scream when they finally got a good look at Prof. Trewlaney because she went up to each table and asked them what they saw in their partner's tea leaves. Then, she wanted to hold Laura because, according to her, since she was Lavendar's baby, she must already be good at Divination. Draco snorted and earned a hard glare from his 'wife'. She also tried to hold Parvati and Dean's baby, Theresa. That started both Theresa and Laura crying and the other babies didn't want to be left out, so they started to cry, too. The staircase was VERY crowded at the end of class as everyone tried to climb down to their next class as quickly as possible and get their baby (ies) to stop crying.

Draco and Lavandar's next class was Herbology. They walked down to the school gardens.

"Good thing Sprout isn't as scary-looking as Trewlaney," commented Draco. "Ouch!" Draco glared once more at his 'wife', who seemed to have a fetish for slapping him (HARD) on the arm.

By they got to the gardens, Goyle had already succeeded in starting all the babies crying again.

"Not again…" groaned Draco.

"How did this happen?" Lavendar asked Neville, who happened to be passing by at the moment.

"Well, Andrew, Goyle and his partner's baby, started to get fidgety so Goyle decided to make funny faces at him. Need I go on? Anyway, long story short, Andrew started crying so ALL the other babies did, too. If you don't your baby to start crying, I suggest you out earmuffs on her."

"Thanks for the idea, Neville," replied Lavendar, who then proceeded to pick out the fluffiest, pinkest pair she could find.

During the entire class, and this was quite obviously the best one yet, the babies slept quietly and soundly with their earmuffs on. Prof. Sprout had to change the lesson plan, though, as at first they were to be doing a review on baby mandrakes. No one minded this change in plans.

After class, almost no one returned the earmuffs, so Prof. Sprout was forced to buy new ones. But, to her devastation, they didn't have any fluffy pairs, or any pink pairs. It was a sad, sad day for Professor Sprout.

At lunch all parents who didn't have that Herbology morning (including the Gryffindors) were planning on shopping in Hogsmeade to buy a pair. Or two.

"Finally we have something the Gryffindors don't," smirked Draco.

"What? Fluffy pink earmuffs?" asked Lavendar, smirking right back at him.

"It's better than nothing! And YOU picked the pink ones! Why couldn't you have picked black or gray or green?"

"I thought you needed to own more fluffy pink things."

With that, Lavendar stood up and walked away, cradling Laura.

"Tell the whole world," muttered Draco, who quickly followed his 'wife' out of the Great Hall.