Still Only the Second Day

It was around one and the three teens were sitting in the den in a comfortable silence. Hermione was almost asleep, while Blaise was watching Hermione and occasionally glancing up at Draco, who was inspecting the house. Then Blaise's stomach rumbled, reminding Draco of his lack of food, setting his stomach off rumbling too. This was enough to get Hermione up. She wordlessly headed towards the kitchen and the two followed, hoping for food.

Hermione was already moving when the two entered. She had meats, cheeses, vegetables, and breads all over. From the mess she had created, emerged two dozen sandwiches. The boys finished them up as Hermione finished cleaning. Hermione just glanced at the plate when her stomach started to rumble. Blaise at least looked ashamed, while Draco took no notice. Blaise was about to open his mouth but Hermione was already digging in the fridge. She was smiling as if she had won a million gallons when she came out. She was quite perky looking too. Because she was holding…chocolate cake, the really good stuff too.

She took a huge chunk, put it on the plate she had set out, and returned it to the fridge. Blaise could have sworn he heard a spell or two. Hermione grabbed a fork from a drawer and proceeded into the den. Draco's jaw dropped but Blaise was smirking. Then they heard some strange music playing from the den, followed by crying from upstairs. Lastly, something they never dreamed of hearing, "If you think I'm moving, you are sure as hell mistaken because I am NOT moving."

Blaise, knowing Draco was as good as useless, got up and ran up the stairs to the nursery. That is when he heard that three children were crying. He must have done something wrong because he was definitely on the God's shit list. He calmed two children in the rocking chair, after turning on a mobile for the third. Michelle, on the other hand, was staring at him with his own bright blue orbs. He stared back as he hummed to quiet and lull to sleep the two occupying his arms.

Once he had gotten the three noisy ones to sleep, he scooped up Michelle and headed down. He found Draco staring into space in the kitchen and Hermione, eyes closed, listening to some really dirty music. Hermione snapped her eyes open when she heard Michelle coo and ran to shut off the radio.

"She shouldn't have heard that," Hermione said as she sat down beside him, taking Michelle.

"And you should have?" Blaise asked with a smirk. This caused her to blush and mutter something. Michelle leaned on Hermione's stomach as Hermione sighed. "Draco's in the kitchen being a bum. Make him do something." Blaise whined. He was bored.

"Watch this then. Omecay Draco Malfoy, ownay!" Hermione said. Draco came at a fast walk, involuntarily, confused, and mad, stopping right in front of Hermione. "Now go watch the children. Blaise and I have done enough for now."

"I should go do a woman's job, I think not! You're not doing anything important, YOU go watch them." He stared with a bit of an insulted look still on his face. Hermione stood.

"Excuse…me? Did I hear SEXEST words out of your mouth in MY PRESENCE? I hope not. If they were, you get a little lesson on the most boring subject ever, History."

"And I should feel threatened?" Draco said. "We can't do magic here. Dumbledore prevented it. That parlor trick was probably luck. You'll get in trouble for it too."

Hermione laughed as she handed Michelle to Blaise. She muttered something and pushed Draco into a nearby chair. "Now, Mr. Ignorant, try to get up. If you can, I'll go watch the kids. Deal?"

"Deal." Draco tried to lift his arm, couldn't. He was paralyzed from the neck down. "What the…?"

"Thought so. Now, let's see if you know the basics. Who is one of the richest families in the Wizarding World today, that use to be poor but stole from a family that died out?"

"…"

"The Malfoys. What family died out? The Wells family. What were they famous for?"

"Being the rulers of the magical realm. They were completely neutral in all affairs and had more magic then Dumbledore and He-who…"

"Tom Riddle combine. Yes, yes. Now who is the ruler of magic?"

"No one. It's impossible because all purebloods are for a side, none are neutral."

"They ruler doesn't have to be Pureblood, just not muggleborn. Anyway, today, there are quite a few with more power than Dumbledore, some students, in fact, are included in that group. So don't put the man on a pedestal. F.Y.I. The ruler of the magic world and the one, who is going to save all of you unworthy wizards, happens to be a woman. So if you're sexist, you better get over it right now!" Hermione didn't raise her voice because of Michelle's presence. Draco was blessed. Big time.

"Wow Granger, you can really piss me off. I think you are the closest to making me mad right now so I suggest that you stop the lectures and starting following orders from your superiors. Got it?" Slap

"How dare you? You have no right to talk to me like that. I think that your Father taught you better Draco. Rule #1: Don't trust anyone. Rule #2: Looks can be deceiving. I thought you of all people would know that." Hermione was angered and then calmed quite quickly. She turned on her heel and went into her bedroom leaving two shocked faces.

"Blaise?"

"Yeah?"

"How would Granger know the Pureblood Code of Rules?"

"I have one idea, but it is highly unlikely. I guess she found it in a book."

"There is only one written copy and the Wells family owned it. No one is allowed to write it down or speak it unless they are only in the hearing of Purebloods. It's impossible."

"Not if she's a pureblood."

"But she isn't, I've seen proof of that."

"Well…I've no idea." Michelle cooed and the children upstairs started to make their conscious state known. The two males raced upstairs to quiet them. Hermione had made it clear she wasn't going to.

Hermione was in her room crying. She had just been reminded of her heritage and she didn't like it, because scarring memories always came too. People being tortured, dying slowly and painfully. Skeletons that were alive because they were starved people. Prisons filled with thousands just because of their heritage and beliefs. Experiencing it. The pain and problems being sent to those secret prisons brought her. But she did it so she could cause jailbreaks. Then all that could, ran. She would run and run. Hundreds of miles to Hogwarts from the prison. Luckily after fifty kilometers she had a cave with food, water, brooms and wands that adapted to the owner's touch and magic. She would save many, but many died during the run. Half of the runners never made it. But they died free.

Hermione hated going to Hogwarts after a jailbreak. It meant appearance spells, extreme weakness, and of course potions galore to get all the tattoos that tainted her skin to label her a number so the Death Eaters could identify her. It was like the Holocaust, except that magic torture was worse. They could make you starve and put a spell on you so you would live, and have to endure the pain that numbs your mind.

She made sure her door was locked and took the crystal she wore around her neck off. She set it on her nightstand, and as soon as it lost contact with her skin, she lost weight in an instant. She had trouble standing and thinking at the same time. Every move was an effort. She was a skeleton. She had gotten back hardly a week ago. She couldn't skip a meal without fainting if she didn't have the crystal. The crystal acted like an appearance spell that made her feel like what she saw. She saw a healthy teen, so she felt like a healthy teen. Without it though, a feather could knock her down.

Angry that she relied on such a thing she tried to throw it, but once she started reaching for it she changed her mind. She would let down those whom she broke free. She sighed and picked it up. She was sick of being two people. She wanted to be Hermione Granger. She wanted to say good bye to Sarah Wells. But she had no choice.

She put the crystal around her neck again, and headed for the door. She just had to play pretend now. She should be happy. Usually she would have to be Sarah for the staff and the secret underground business world and Hermione for school. Now she was Hermione. That was all. So why wasn't she happy? Because of the triplets. They reminded her of her sister that she only saw when she was a baby. That's why she knew girl's names but not a boy's name. She missed the little bit she had seen of Rachel. She hardly remembered her family so this project struck a nerve.

She left the room after composing herself and making the tears she had cried vanish. Only she knew she had cried that was the way she liked it.

She found the two asleep in the nursery with four awake babies. Hermione double checked they were asleep and lifted Michelle and Emily in her arms while she floated the two boys, much to their delight. The five went downstairs and into the kitchen where everyone, except Hermione, was placed in a high chair. Hermione made bottles, tied bibs, and fed each child, with a bit of magical help.

She left the four where they were to put the two boys in bed and carry down four swings, which were shrunk for easy travel. She set them up in the den and placed a child in each. The four wiggled in the swings and cooed as they were pushed manually, tiring poor Hermione.

Hermione switched the metal bars with the bungee cords so their feet could touch the ground. With all babies happily lifting their legs and then touching the floor, Hermione fell asleep on the couch around three.

(0)(0)(0) A Couple of Hours Later (0)(0)(0)

Hermione awoke to the cry of a baby. She immediately discovered the problem. They all, she soon discovered, needed a new diaper. She took them up, two at a time, loudest first, to change their diapers. Hermione, having done this before, had all of them done in less than ten minutes. She then laid out a blanket, set them all on it, and turned on a sleep track she had found that sounded like an ocean. The noise calmed them and allowed her time to go grab an apple to calm her stomach.

Hermione finished off her apple and went to throw it away. When she came back, Blaise was on the floor with the four, rubbing backs, and bellies, rattling rattles, moving toys he must've brought down, and saying meaningless things to them with a smile. They were cooing and gurgling happily at him. Hermione stood watching for another five minutes, listening intently to the words that seemed to make no sense. Then he spoke clearly.

"How are you? You have pretty eyes. Hermione is watching us so be good. You have a button nose. You have long eyelashes and a cute face." The baby he was talking to stuck its hand in its mouth. "Hermione likes to eat her hand too, I'm sure. Is it tasty?"

"Not really. Never know where it's been." Hermione said. He turned to her with a smile.

"I don't believe that she cares or understands what I'm saying." Blaise patted the blanket next to him and she went over and sat beside him, holding the nameless baby boy.

"Christopher?"

"What?"

"He could be named Christopher. What do you think?"

"Too plain. Damien?"

"Sure. What about middle names? Emily Ann, Michelle Marie, Damien Alex?"

"Damien Alex? No, Damien Xavier?"

"That's a nice name. Where's Draco?"

"Upstairs?" Blaise got up and yelled up the stairs for Draco.

"Me or Jr.?" Draco called.

"You stupid, Jr. is with us."

"What?" Draco said, appearing at the top of the stairs.

"Just making sure you were here. Come down." Draco came down and followed Blaise to the den. Blaise sat where he was before but Draco stood expectantly. Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Come and interact with your son." Draco sat silently and picked up Jr. Hermione's head was hanging. She wouldn't look at him. Draco looked at Blaise, glancing at Hermione then back with a confused look. Blaise shrugged.

Then a knock was heard and Hermione was at the door before anyone could get up. She opened it to reveal Harry and Padama with an occupied stroller. Harry was smiling while Padama was indifferent. Hermione ushered them inside and it was awkwardly silent when they got there.

"Blaise, Harry and Padama dropped by for a visit. Isn't that nice?"

"Great, it's an even war now." Blaise laughed. Draco and Harry were sour, though Harry was also a little puzzled by Blaise's comment. Padama got it and looked horrified.

"Triplets?" She whispered just loud enough for them to hear.

"Yes, but Blaise is a liar. It's 3 to 7. Harry and Draco are as ad as two year olds." Padama burst out laughing with Hermione while the two mentioned were very insulted, as you could plainly see. Their looks did nothing to help.

"Great, the war begins." Blaise said as Nevada, Harry and Padama's baby started crying. This started a chain reaction and four children were crying while Michelle sat there looking at everyone. Everyone was hushing a child but Harry who was looking around.

"I guess they're hungry." Hermione said, as she 'pulled' a bottle out of the fridge and put it in a pot with water, on the stove. (She conjured up ten bottles.)

"Cheers." Blaise said as he snatched the now warm bottle and popped it into Damien's mouth. Hermione grabbed another four and heated them up one by one. In ten minutes time, all the babies were full and being burped.

"We're winning." Blaise said as the babies started to fall asleep. It earned him a couple of glares and sighs but nothing extreme. Michelle, long forgotten, because of the lack of noise she was making, was conjuring bottles right and left. When Harry went to grab Nevada's blanket from the den, everyone heard a loud thump emit from him falling to the floor with shock. Everyone hurriedly put the babies in cribs and went to see what was wrong.

They found him lying on the floor by the bottle-emitting den. Hermione then remembered Michelle and dove into the bottles. She only had to go through a wall of bottles. The den itself was void of them except the one Michelle was sucking on. Hermione picked her up and hugged her.

Pushing a hole through the bottles, Hermione joined the others and explained it to them. Then Michelle was put in a crib and everyone but Hermione, who was on a mission to get rid of the bottles, had tea and chatted, with the exception of Draco and Harry, who indeed, were acting like two year olds.

Michelle magiced the bottles away, Harry, Padama, and Nevada left, and Draco went to sleep, claiming that children took too much energy, unless they were being conceived.

Hermione and Blaise collapsed on the couch in the den. Hermione sighed.

"You okay?" Blaise whispered, trying not to disturb the silence.

"I thought no one was okay during a war." Hermione smirked.

"But there is still hope in us. We still have vigor."

"Why is that?" Hermione asked, stumped.

"Because, if you're counting the days of the project, it's still only the second day."

Hermione groaned. They both stumbled into Blaise's bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Who knew kids were so exhausting? Who knew they get worse?

A/N: Go me! I have a decent length of a chapter and it's Wednesday! I might get another one done on Friday. The only reason this is done is because my Algebra teacher hasn't been here for 2 days so it's all review and no homework. No Algebra means fee time to write. Hope you liked it!