DISCLAIMER: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter (got that off my friend Blaze)

A/N: I know you guys probably want to kill me for taking so long to update and I'm truly sorry for taking so long. I do have reasons but I will not trouble you with them. This chapter is taking me a while to update because I just got my nails done for prom and I'm trying to get used to them. Sorry for any mistakes…blame the bloody nails….

On with the story….

Chapter 10:

Hermione stormed into her cottage and threw her purse across the room where it bounced off the wall and fell to the floor, the contents spilling out onto the wood floors. Lauren stared up at her in shock. Immediately, Hermione's temper cooled down.

"Sorry," she muttered as she walked over to where Sirina was idly playing.

Hermione had just had the WORST day of her life, literally. Not only was she late for work but she also succeeded in ticking Harry off and having to explain to yet another person about her child, Draco Malfoy no less. Though, like with the others, she omitted the name of the father.

"Tough day?" Lauren asked from her seat on the couch.

"You have no idea," Hermione said simply.

"Want to share it? My mom always says that if you share your problems, they don't weigh you down as much anymore."

"You wouldn't want to hear…." Hermione added softly.

"Sure I do, I'm a great listener."

"Well, I ran into some of the people I knew in school."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Asked a very confused Lauren.

"Not when you've been avoiding them ever since you graduated."

"Good point. So what happened?"

"Well, my arch enemy in school came in and told me that he was in love with me, he kissed me, my best friend walked in and saw us, he jumped to conclusions, then I had to explain to the guy that told me that he loved me why I have a child."

"Isn't that self explanatory?" Lauren asked, giggling.

Hermione felt herself smile and blush a little. "Not that part. I meant how I had a kid when before I left, no one thought I had a….a romantic interest so to say."

"You mean when no one thought you were shagging anyone," Lauren stated.

Hermione sighed. "Yes, I guess you could put it that way."

"Your day did suck, but my mom says 'Tomorrow can only be better.' Does that make sense."

"Yes it does," Hermione told her softly.

She had a lot to think about before tomorrow. But now, all she wanted was to talk about something else. "How was your day?"

Lauren beamed. "I love watching your daughter. She is the cutest little thing. And she isn't any trouble at all."

Hermione smiled. "So she behaved herself?"

"Oh yes. You ought to have seen her when Sesame Street (yes I know it's an American show, it might even be British, but either way, it's staying and I'm sorry if I'm wrong) came on. She loved the Cookie Monster and Oscar the Grouch. She took a nap after that and just woke up a little bit ago so she's now wired."

"She'll wear down in no time. She has a specific schedule that most of the time her body automatically follows. Although she does like being up between midnight and two, just like her father used to like."

Lauren smiled. "Her father must have been handsome. No offense, but she hardly looks like you."

Hermione tried to scowl but couldn't stop the laugh from escaping her lips. "I know. You would think that twenty hours of long labor would at least mean that she would look a little like me."

"Personally I think someone out there is trying to punish us. I mean, it's the women that have to look like an engorged whale for nine months. It's the women that have to go through the hormonal periods and the weird cravings. It's the women that have to go through the hard labor. But it's the men that get to have the baby look like them and be daddy's boy or daddy's girl. All they do is donate the sperm."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at Lauren's tirade. Obviously, the girl was having a problem with a guy to be hating a guy that much.

"Guy problems?" Hermione asked, straining to keep the smirk off of her face.

Lauren sighed, "You have NO idea. Well, I have to be going. I promised mum that I would be home by eight o'clock."

"Thank you so much for doing this. I'll pay you every Friday."

"It's my pleasure Ms Granger. If all kids were like Sirina, I would have one."

After Lauren left, Hermione walked over and picked Sirina up off the floor. She strode over to the couch and took a seat on one of the plush cushions.

Sirina giggled up at her and waved her tiny arms around in the air. "Aaaaooohhhh," she squealed.

Hermione chuckled. "Yeah baby, I'm home. But tomorrow I will have to leave you tomorrow. What do you think of Lauren? Huh? Do you like her."

Hermione looked at her daughter for a response but it was obvious that Sirina could care less about her since she was now studying a tiny ladybug on the wall beside of Hermione's head.

"Tomorrow evening I'll go see Mrs. Weasley. I don't want her to be mad at me for not asking, I just hopes she doesn't feel as if she has to do it. She just got rid of all her kids and here I am, pushing another one on her."

When Hermione looked down, she noticed that she had been talking to herself since Sirina was now sleeping peacefully with her head pressed against Hermione's chest.

Hermione smiled and gently rose, making sure she did not wake up her daughter, and placed her in the crib. Then, she went and got everything ready for Ginny's visit. Sure enough, Ginny arrived at exactly eight-thirty. They had dinner, chatted a bit and caught up on the latest gossip.

Ginny left around eleven, and Hermione would never admit it if anyone asked her, but she was exhausted. Groggily, she walked to her room and collapsed onto her bed, still in her clothes. She immediately fell into a deep, relaxing sleep.

The next day after work, Hermione went to visit Mrs. Weasley. The older woman and mother of seven eagerly agreed to watching Sirina during the day. She looked more joyful then Hermione would have expected. Maybe Ginny was right, maybe Mrs. Weasley hated not taking care of anyone. Hermione was just happy that she had someone to take care of Sirina. Now, the only problem she had was what to do with Sirius.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm BAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKK! Took me long enough I know. I've been really busy. Our teachers have been pushing us to get through with all of our work because next week is the senior's last week. Lucky them. I've also had band practice. Anyways…..

I know this chapter is short. I planned on it being a lot longer but I wanted to get it posted before tomorrow because I will be getting ready for prom all day tomorrow and then I'm going to Spirit's house and I won't be home till late Sunday. So there's my excuse. I just wanted to get something up, as short as it is. I'll try to make the next one a tad bit longer.

Good news, well maybe good news: My OTHER Sirius/Hermione story is almost all the way done and then I can post it. I don't have any idea on the title….I'm still trying to figure it out. I thought about Dream of Tomorrow but that's too much like Promises of Tomorrow. Maybe Dream of Today. Or Living in Yesterday's Dream….. I don't know….what do you guys think? Any ideas? Please tell me if you do!

Please review! It only gets me to update faster. I love checking my email and seeing REVIEW ALERT, it makes me feel special, for a little while at least. I'm so honored that some of you think I'll be a good writer. That was one career I was considering for a while. I'm trying, but I think I suck. Oh well…..

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