Disclaimer: As we know... J.K. has dibbs on these peeps.
B4 on MPES:
"Ginny thinks I'll choose the baby over Eric, simply because she said she wanted it to be a girl, and I said I would rather my first child be a boy... and she got the wrong idea," he said, but Hermione's look of shock doubled.
"Harry, I can't believe you would say such a thing," she said disbelievingly, and Harry cringed... her tone reminded him of Ginny's.
"I didn't mean it the way it sounded... I just... ugh, I screwed up big time," he said.
"I'm sure she'll get over it Harry... I don't think Ginny believes you'd feel that way... she's just overly emotional right now, what with the baby and everything." Harry swallowed.
"I hope you're right, Mione," he said and she grinned.
"Have I ever been wrong?" Harry smiled slightly and Hermione pushed up to give him a light and friendly kiss on the cheek. "Come help Narcissa and me bring things into the dining room, will you, you worthless little... man?" Harry laughed and nodded, following her to the kitchen.
~*~*~*~
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: First Date
"I think your sister likes Eric," Jr. said to Emmy as soon as Narcissa had left them to eat in peace. Jimmy looked up, interested.
"What?"
"Well, I think your cousin likes Cade," Emmy retorted, spearing a carrot and nibbling the end. Jr. rolled his eyes.
"Well, yeah, duh... that's the only thing more obvious than mold on bread," he said and Emmy laughed.
"What are you guys talking about?" Jimmy asked again, and Jr. turned to him.
"Eric and Cade, duh; didn't you notice?" Jimmy shook his head.
"I wasn't really looking," he admitted, smiling crookedly. Emmy nodded extravagantly.
"Watch them after dinner; it's gross," she said, again wrinkling her nose. Jr. gave a nod of agreement and Jimmy shrugged.
"I think Cade likes Harry," he said and both his friends groaned in disgust.
"Ew, Jimmy..." Jr. said, shaking his head and returning to his more- mutilated-than-eaten meatloaf.
~*~*~*~
It was noticeable that Ginny avoided all things to do with Harry throughout the entire existence of dinner. If Harry so much as reached to touch her, she would fashion him with a glare worthy of freezing the Atlantic. And each time, Harry would back off, sending pleading glances to Hermione, who looked sympathetically back. As dinner ended and the children departed from the dining room, Ginny followed, and Hermione followed her, beneath the gaze of Harry Potter. Draco almost asked if something was wrong, but Harry turned around and left so quickly he couldn't have even if he'd wanted to.
"Daddy!" called a voice close to the ground, breaking Draco from his thoughts of the Potters. He smiled at his son and friends, who gathered around his feet. Jr. motioned for him to come closer, and Draco knelt down.
"What?" he asked softly and Jr. and Emmy shared a look, giggling. Jimmy seemed a bit confused and left out, and Draco soon found out why. Jr. leaned close to his father's ear and proceeded to whisper something while Emmy nodded her encouragement. Draco smiled warmly as his son's request was finished. "That's an excellent idea, Junior. Why don't I take care of that, while you all go and say goodbye to Cade, hm?" Jr. beamed.
"Thank you Daddy," he said and Emmy stepped forward to lightly place a kiss on Draco's cheek.
"You're the best, Mr. Malfoy," she praised, then took Jr.'s hand and ran off to meet her sister at the door. Jimmy now looked utterly confused, but shrugged and followed his friends, assuming he'd find out what they were on about in due time. Draco watched them leave and shook his head, then started for the garden doors to honor their request.
"Dad," the three children heard Eric say just as they entered the entry room. "Can I come too?" Harry was just putting on his favorite cloak, getting ready for an interview with an evidently obsessive fan, and he smiled at Eric's request.
"Of course you..." Harry started automatically, but cut himself off as a frown crossed his lips. "Maybe you should ask your mother." Eric groaned.
"Da-ad!" Harry smiled again.
"Ask her, or I'll say no and you won't have to," he said, smirking, and Eric sighed. He turned to Cade.
"I'll be right back," he promised, then dashed off to find his mother. Harry laughed after him and turned back to the girl he was to escort.
"What say we put your bike in the car, hm?" Cade grinned.
"It's a mo-ped, Mr. Potter. Not a bike." He chuckled.
"Well, whatever it is," Harry said, leading her out the door. "So, what do you think of Eric?"
~*~*~*~
"Ginny, you're overreacting. You and I both know Harry didn't mean that the way it sounded," Hermione assured in a hushed voice, and Ginny shook her head.
"I don't think so, Hermione. I asked him how he could say such a thing, and do you know what he said? 'This is different.' Really, those were his exact words. I just don't know what to think..."
"Don't think him automatically choosing sides, Gin... We've known Harry a long time... and don't you think, with his experience as an adopted child in a home where the biological was held so much higher than himself, he would know better than to do that?"
"Yes... one WOULD think," Ginny agreed, if not in the same context, crossing her arms. Hermione sighed.
"Gin..."
"Mum?" a call from down the hall interrupted them. Ginny put on her best 'there's nothing wrong' face and cleared her throat.
"I'm in here, love," she called out, and quick footsteps were automatically heard advancing toward their room.
"Mum," Eric said from the doorway, a tad out of breath. "Oh, hi Aunt Mina." Hermione smiled. "Mum, can I go with Dad to take Cade home?" Ginny's face darkened slightly.
"No," she stated simply, and Eric's grin dropped immediately.
"What?"
"I said no, Eric. No, you may not go with your father." Eric looked between Hermione, who looked unsurprised, but un-approving, to his mother, who simply looked stern.
"But Mum..."
"Eric, I said..."
"Ginny," Hermione said, trying to reason with her. "This is stupid." Eric looked entirely confused, but was happy to see his mother's defense beginning to break down. He fell to his knees.
"PLEASE Mum? I'll never ask for anything ever again, I promise!" Ginny laughed.
"And ever again is what? Two, three hours?" Eric stuck out his lip.
"Please? Please, please, please, please, please?!" Ginny sighed.
"Alright, alright, if it means that much to you." Eric's face brightened instantly and he jumped up.
"Thanks Mum," he said as he started for the door, but Ginny straightened.
"Wait Eric, come here for a second." Eric stopped in his tracks and gracefully twirled back around, coming toward his mother. Ginny immediately wrapped him in her arms, holding him like he was still small. "I love you, baby, you know that, don't you?" Eric paled a bit, for a moment thinking she'd spoken with Narcissa, but he pushed the thought away immediately; his Nanna had promised not to tell.
"Course, Mum. I love you too. Can I go now?" he pleaded, and she laughed, releasing him.
"Sure, Eric," she said, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Be safe." Eric grinned and started again for the door, but once again, he turned around.
"Oh and... I think you might have some competition, Aunt Mina. I saw Emmy kiss Uncle Draco," he said as if spreading the juiciest piece of gossip since the deatheater-disco-dance party. Both women looked a bit scared.
"What?" Hermione asked, more disbelievingly than suspicious. Eric nodded, flying his finger like an airplane.
"Pop," he said as the digit came into contact with his cheek. Hermione sighed and smiled.
"Thank you Eric, I'll look into that." He shrugged and turned, running as fast as he could to the entry room.
~*~*~*~
"Blasted thing..." Draco muttered as he read the directions to the pop up tent Jr. had requested he assemble. "Bloody muggles..."
"Excuse me?" He turned around, startled, only to come face to knees with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Draco smiled.
"Sorry love... I didn't mean it," he insisted and Hermione laughed, settling herself on the steps beside him.
"Yeah, yeah. What are you doing, anyway?" Draco sighed and turned back to his tent.
"Junior asked me if they could sleep in the yard... I'm attempting to put up this... tent." Hermione laughed.
"Allow me," she suggested, pulling her wand from its hiding place up her sleeve.
"But what about..."
"Jimmy? What he doesn't know won't hurt him. He's seen magic before; we really don't have to be that careful. If he sees you, just pretend you have no idea what he's talking about."
"Isn't that like the number one way to scar a muggle child for life?" Draco asked as he watched her wand instantaneously assemble the tent he'd been working on unsuccessfully for a good quarter hour. Hermione laughed.
"You don't know Jimmy." Draco lifted an eyebrow at her and Hermione leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "That reminds me," she said as she pulled back. "I hear I have competition."
"In what?" Draco asked, missing her meaning completely and pulling a piece of grass off his sweater. Hermione decided to be a little less subtle.
"Honestly, Draco, if you're going to cheat on me, you could do better than to choose your son's girlfriend," she said, smirking like hell, and Draco's face snapped to her so quick you could hear the crack of his neck.
"Wha...?" he asked, terrified until he noticed her joking demeanor. "What?" Hermione laughed and pushed him gently.
"Eric told me Emmy kissed you," she said, then continued in mock anger. "Did you think you could get away without me finding out?" Draco let out a breath, then smirked a bit.
"Aw, she's nothing," he assured, then paused for effect. "With all the girls I've seen in my day, do you think I'd pick HER over you?" Hermione dropped her joking smile.
"The girls you've seen...?" Draco nodded, keeping his smirk.
"'Course. Lots of hott ones in the states. Love my accent too," he explained, and Hermione's face grew a little darker. She slumped down a bit, hugging herself and resting her chin on her knee, smile seeming to be gone for good. Draco, though, seemed not to notice. His head was turned toward the sky, looking for any remnant of forthcoming stars.
"Draco," Hermione started weakly after a brief bout of serious thinking. "Did YOU ever have anyone else?" Again, Draco's eyes were on her before father time could even begin the next second, his smirk wiped away as if he'd been slapped. Feeling his eyes on her, Hermione refused to turn to him, gaze on the stone below her feet. Draco looked incredibly shocked.
"No..." he assured. "Of course not; never." He reached a hand to touch her, but Hermione turned her head away. "Hermione." She turned to him, eyes childish and innocent, keeping the miserable frown on her lips. "Would I have come back if I didn't want you, and only you?" Again he tried to touch her, but her sharp intake of breath made him retract his fingers. "Honestly. I could have stayed away. Had any girl I wanted. Merlin knows I had plenty of chances."
"Draco," Hermione interrupted. "Your arrogance really isn't helping much." Draco shook his head.
"Just listen. I could have, but I didn't. I came back to you, Hermione, because I love you." She sighed slightly.
"And I should feel privileged?" she asked, "That you didn't leave me here alone for the rest of my life, thinking you're dead while you drink cocktails and pinch waitresses?"
"No," he said simply. "But I should."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I thank Merlin every day that you took me back, Mia. Not only did you not have to, but you had good reason not to. It doesn't matter who I could scoop up on my way to work. the fact that you loved me enough to take me back after I'd put you through such hell is the best thing I could ever have imagined could possibly happen."
"That doesn't make any sense whatsoever, Draco. What does me loving you have to do with. them."
"Hermione, please. listen to yourself," Draco said, then paused, as if to let her listen. "What are you talking about?" Hermione looked at him as if he were clinically learning deficient.
"I'm talking about 'the girls you've seen in your day'," she reminded him. "You know. the ones in the states? Who like your accent?"
"I. Was. Joking, Mia. For all I know, the United States is a country filled with asexual men who sprout children like boils." She laughed softly, then looked up at him.
"You were joking?" Draco nodded.
"Of course."
"Good," Hermione said darkly, turning back to the ground. "So was I." Draco raised an eyebrow, and she looked up, grinning widely. Draco regarded her with mock anger, mixed with jovial relief. He made a strangled sound and Hermione laughed full and heartily, then wrapped her arms around him and planted a loving kiss on his lips. Draco turned from her as she pulled away, looking back to the now more prominent stars.
"Why must you torture me so?" he asked rhetorically, and Hermione giggled, wrapping her arms around one of his and smiling as she held it close.
"You're almost as gullible as Ginny," she said, then giggled. "I almost have her convinced that childbirth really does tickle." Draco laughed and pulled his arm free, wrapping it around her.
"I don't know why I love you," he joked, kissing the top of her head, and Hermione grinned.
"You don't," she said, looking up. Draco lifted an eyebrow. "You just want me for my money. I know your kind." Again, Draco laughed, and Hermione joined him. "You really should have known I wasn't serious, Drakey." Draco cringed and Hermione pushed him.
"And how exactly?" he asked, pushing her back, but much more lightly.
"Jr. didn't come running to check on me," she said simply and Draco smirked.
"He's probably too busy snogging my mistress to notice his poor mother," he joked in a mock tragic voice and Hermione shuddered.
"Ugh, don't say that! That's it. now I'm going to check on him. If they are less than a foot from each other, I'm putting them in separate rooms tonight, and locking the doors." Draco chuckled.
"But what about the tent I slaved so long over?"
"Stupidly slaved so long over. and it couldn't have been that long, I saw you half an hour ago." Draco straightened.
"That's not the point." Hermione rolled her eyes and stood, brushing the dirt from the back of her jeans.
"It's never the point if it makes you look bad." Draco seemed to think about this for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, that's about the gist of it."
~*~*~*~
"That one," Cade directed from her place next to Eric in the back seat and Harry glanced in the rear view mirror to see which way she was pointing. "The green one." The house Cade identified as her own was a forest green with white shudders, slightly yellowed and peeling with paint. It was a quaint two story with a small yard, complete with doghouse. At this sight, Eric raised an eyebrow.
"You have a dog? Don't tell Jr., he might do something rash." Cade giggled and shook her head.
"We've never had a dog. It was here when we bought the house, and we haven't gotten around to getting rid of it yet. My dad wants to repaint everything, but I don't think he's ever even going to get started," she explained as they got out, both on the same side, avoiding the dangers of street traffic. Eric listened intently, not even noticing that the topic of conversation was of no interest to him whatsoever. Cade went to the back of the car, waiting for Harry to open the trunk, but he shooed her away.
"I'll get it, Cade." She beamed at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. Come on, Eric, I should warn Mum, or she might faint or something," she suggested, taking Eric's hand and pulling him up the path to the dark wood doors. They opened before she even had a chance to touch the knob.
"Cade Marie Watson, where have you been?! It's dark!" called a frail woman with hair as pretty and midnight black as Cade's, but done up in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Cade rolled her eyes.
"Mu-um," she moaned. "I wrote you a note."
"I know you did, but that doesn't mean you have permission to go god knows how far on that undependable excuse for a scooter and not even tell me where you're going!" Mrs. Watson huffed, not even noticing Eric. He didn't make himself known.
"I did too! I wrote, and I quote, 'I've taken Emmy to her friend's house because Father forgot and took the car. I shall be home as soon as possible. Cade.'," Cade recited, crossing her arms, and Mrs. Watson made a strange and angry noise.
"Yes, but how am I to know where that is! You don't know your way around yet, Cade, we haven't even been here two weeks yet! I can't believe you would go off like that! And for hours! To god knows where, with god knows who!" At this, Cade smirked very subtly.
"Mum, this is my friend Eric. Eric, this is my mum," she said, keeping her eyes on her mother, who's pursed lips relaxed. She turned her eyes to Eric, who looked absolutely terrified. Then, Mrs. Watson smiled a smile identical to that of Mrs. Weasley. Eric looked as if he may shiver himself to death.
"Hello dear," she said before turning back to her daughter. "So where is this forsaken place you've brought your sister without my consent?" Cade kept her smile.
"Eric's house," she said simply, and Eric turned to her, face pale.
"Oh," said Mrs. Watson politely. "How lovely. And how does Eric plan to get back home this late after escorting you all this way? Which I hope you thanked him for, such a gentleman." Cade smiled at Eric.
"His Father took us, Mum. I think you might like to meet him."
"Well of course I do," she said, although it sounded as if Mrs. Watson would love nothing less. Cade gave a small nod, then turned around.
"Mr. Potter?" she called just as Harry stepped into the golden circle emitting from the porch light, walking Leroy.
"P-Potter?" Mrs. Watson repeated in a daze, and Harry stepped up, placing a hand on Eric's shoulder, smiling crookedly.
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Watson," he said, holding out a hand. Mrs. Watson took it subconsciously, her mouth moving with very little sound. Cade giggled as Harry bent slightly and placed his lips to her mother's skin and Eric looked to her, smiling at the sight of her happiness.
"Gah...er... uh... are... are you?" Harry's smile widened a bit as he brought his other hand to brush aside the curtain of black hair over his forehead, making his scar more prominent. "H-Harry P-P-P... oh," Mrs. Watson managed just before she crossed her eyes and fell backward. Harry was pitched forward, as she still held a death grip on his hand. Cade's giggling became almost hysterical.
"I thought you said if you warned her, she wouldn't faint," Eric whispered and Cade shrugged.
"That was before she yelled at me. She's fine," she whispered back, then took a step into the house. "Daddy? Mum's fainted again."
"Again?" called a voice from another room, before a stout old man who reminded Harry somewhat of a thinner Uncle Vernon came into view. The man, whom he assumed was Mr. Watson, stopped in his tracks. "Who are you?"
"Daddy, this is my friend Eric. And his father. Harry Potter," Cade announced proudly, and Mr. Watson's eyebrows flew high.
"Surely you jest," he said, dismissing it, but Cade shook her head.
"Nope. Why do you think she's fainted?" Mr. Watson sighed.
"Well, that does explain it, doesn't it? Right. Come on El, to the sofa with you," he said, scratching behind his neck before easily lifting his wife in his arms and bringing her to the room he had just left. Cade held up a finger when Harry gave her a questioning look. Mr. Watson returned to the door within seconds. "Sorry about that; she's always been a bit on edge. And a big fan too, I daresay," he said, with the tiniest bit of bitterness. Then his mood changed completely. "Would you like to come in?" he asked, looking between Eric and Harry, but Harry shook his head, replacing the hand on his son's shoulder.
"I'm afraid we must go, but thank you, Mr. Watson. It was nice meeting you," he said, holding out his other hand to be shaken.
"Likewise," Mr. Watson agreed, taking Harry's hand.
"I apologize about your wife," he added, and Mr. Watson laughed, shaking his head.
"Although she would have loved to have more intelligent of a conversation with you, I'm sure." Harry smiled.
"If our children continue their friendships I daresay we'll be meeting more than a few times more," he pointed out and Mr. Watson nodded his agreement, letting go of Harry's hand to offer his palm to Eric.
"Ah, yes. Strapping boy. Eric is it?" Eric swallowed and nodded, taking the offered hand. Although he was not as intimidated by this friendly man as he had been Mrs. Watson, he was still in aftershock. "Take after your father, don't you?" Eric hesitated in reply, as he had no idea of the correct answer, and Mr. Watson laughed. Harry shook his head at his son, squeezing his shoulders close to him.
"We should go, Eric... your Mum'll be wanting to talk to me," Harry said and Eric nodded. "Or I can hope," he added in an after tone.
"Paul? Paul I had the most wonderful dream," called a weak voice from the living room and Mr. Watson rolled his eyes, stepping back and toward the doorway. Harry ruffled Eric's hair.
"Say goodbye and meet me in the car," he said, then left his son at the doorstep, returning to his still running Ford.
"Erm..." Eric said, now standing alone with his new friend. "Do ya want me ta move this for you?" he asked, pointing to Leroy, desperate for something to talk about. Cade shook her shoulders.
"Nah, I'll need him tomorrow morning anyway. Sunday is paper day." Eric lifted an eyebrow. "I've got a route. Tomorrow's my second time out. I go to your house, that's how I knew where it was," she explained, and Eric nodded mutely.
"Uh... I'd..." he stammered, then a line from a no name movie popped into his head. "I'd like to see you again." The moment he said it, he regretted it. Why was this so hard? "Erm, I mean... maybe we could... h-hang out or something." Cade grinned. She'd been waiting for him to ask her that.
"Sure. Have lunch with me on Monday?" she suggested, and Eric sighed in relief that she hadn't laughed. Or slapped him... like in that movie. Why had he used that line again?
"Monday? But... I have... class..." he said, as if she were crazy, and Cade giggled.
"Not at lunch period, silly. We can sit at the broken table in the corner; nobody else ever sits there," she said, and Eric looked up. He knew of which table she spoke.
"You go to my school?" Cade laughed and nodded extravagantly.
"I'm in your maths class," she said, "And maybe some other ones. But I know about maths cause you sit three desks in front of me and you're way taller than the two guys between us, so all I ever see is the back of your head," she said rather bluntly and Eric blushed at his shoes. "So... lunch then?"
"Sure," he said, chancing a glance back up at her and Cade smile. Then, so quickly it may not have happened, Cade leaned forward and swiftly kissed his cheek before murmuring goodnight and dashing back inside, closing the door behind her. Eric stood rooted in his spot for a good minute, mouth open and staring blankly at the door, before he could even recall that his father was probably wondering what he was doing. Eric turned and returned to the car, this time sitting up front, with a dazed look on his face.
"Eric," Harry said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Eric?" he said again when his son gave no response. "Hell-o?" He tried a third time, waving his hand in front of the boy's face, and Eric finally blinked, looking up at his father. "So?" Harry prodded, but Eric shook his head, reaching behind him for his seat belt.
"So what?"
"Did you ask her out?" Harry asked, starting out of the driveway and Eric nodded.
"She's gonna sit with me at lunch on Monday," he said, and Harry grinned at such an innocent first date for his seven year old son. There was a thin silence in the car for a good five minutes. Harry kept his eyes on the road and a smirk on his face, glancing periodically at Eric, who stared blankly out the window. Harry was pretty sure he saw none of the landscape they passed.
"She kissed you, didn't she?" Eric practically jumped a mile high and Harry laughed.
"How did you know?" he asked in amazement, and Harry shrugged.
"You've got lip gloss on your face." Eric made a face and quickly whipped the telltale smudge from his cheek.
"Oh... thanks," he mumbled.
"Eric, will you do me a favor?" Harry asked and his son looked up at him. "Don't tell your mother I'm letting you date before your twenty first birthday, alright?" Eric smirked.
"Good idea."
A/N: Aw... they're bonding! But Ginny's still mad... :o/... it was a pretty bad thing that Harry did... although he didn't mean it! Isn't it obvious he loves Eric? He's letting him 'date' at age seven! Lol. Although, I'm sure Ginny wouldn't mind; she was all about the flirting ;o) We still don't know what Big Draco and Emmy have planned. Lol. Big Draco. I have this friend named David, and his Dad's name is David, so they call them Big David and Little David... it's kinda cute... although everyone in our families call him Beanie... long story ;o)
PRF:
I LeAeNa SeRpEnTiS I: Well, here you go! Hey... *I* thought it was cute! Lol. That is a pretty cool name... mine is so boring... Mandy Lynn. I could throw up on it ::yack::
Mesmer: Lol, nope; Cade is only a little older than Eric. She's eight. I never actually said that, but... they're in the same maths class. If the mo- ped confused you, ignore it. I'm just a brainless git who didn't know you had to be 14 to drive one. I don' t have one... I've never seen one... forgive me. I just like the sound of it; mo-ped...
DarkMarkGrl: Thanx. Cade was actually on the 2000 top 200 baby names list... lol. I thought it was pretty ;o) Yep, and she'll keep Eric happy! Jimmy doesn't seem to MIND being left out.... ;op and yes... Harry did a bad thing... :Oo
CrackHead: Chia is just some girl from ff.net who asked if she could do the Hogwarts years of Emmy, Jr., and such. And yes, all my children are frickin geniuses. I just started babysitting this 7 year old... and I immediately thought; study him... use him for Eric... but the kid never does anything but play Nintendo... lol, it was pretty much lost cause. Although, maybe wizarding children are naturally smart? :oD And thanx for your ideas! I'll think about them ;o)
Flutegirl: Yep, I AM on summer vay kay. It's fun! I love summer!
ObsessedwithBritishPeople: I don't think she's gonna get pregnant again... thought that would be cool, we already have a pregnant Ginny... do we need to hormonally challenged women driving everyone mad? :op
Dragonfly: I know! Isn't Cade/Eric cute? Almost rivaling to Emmy/Junior! :oD Jimmy needs a g/f now... :o/ lol. I know it was trivial... but really, can you blame Ginny? I've read fics where Draco says he doesn't like the way Hermione makes peas or something and they get into a full blown fight over it and I'm like, shut up! That's so stupid! Or like, they'll be joking and he'll say 'Yeah, I bet you'd kiss Potter if you had the chance' or something like that, JOKING, and she gets pissed off and accuses him of accusing her of being unfaithful and I'm like... dear god, make it stop... but I think this fight is understandable.
Ezmerelda: Me too... :oD
Simpson-girl: Yeah, that's okay (OotP) I was just saying... if you don't want spoilers, don't read it. Oh, and no, I don't speak Italian... although I speak enough Spanish to know that's what you asked me ;o) lol. The languages are very similar. I got that title off the very lovely t the story tomorrow ;o)
Elijahsbaby1981: I am an idiot. Forgive me. I'm not familiar with mo- peds... I just knew it was something like a scooter... so I assumed she oculd drive it. I now know you have to be at least fourteen to drive one, for the most part. Ignore that. Cade's 8.
Harmony: Silver*Angel: New pn! Hehe. Lots of those, lately :oD. I like Emmy too! Emmy and Hermione are NOT gonna talk about books... that could take six chapters! Lol. Everything in my story is adorable ;o) Thanx. I'll look at your new chappy.
Atra Luna: Dude, everyone's changing their pn! Lol. You're like the fourth person, not including myself! Lol. Yeah... most of that stuff has already been said... but I still appreciate it! I liked that line, too... but I think my favorite was Cade: (after Eric introduces himself) "If my name were Ariel, we could buy a fish and name it Flounder." Lol... I thought that was cute! Sorry... ;op
B4 on MPES:
"Ginny thinks I'll choose the baby over Eric, simply because she said she wanted it to be a girl, and I said I would rather my first child be a boy... and she got the wrong idea," he said, but Hermione's look of shock doubled.
"Harry, I can't believe you would say such a thing," she said disbelievingly, and Harry cringed... her tone reminded him of Ginny's.
"I didn't mean it the way it sounded... I just... ugh, I screwed up big time," he said.
"I'm sure she'll get over it Harry... I don't think Ginny believes you'd feel that way... she's just overly emotional right now, what with the baby and everything." Harry swallowed.
"I hope you're right, Mione," he said and she grinned.
"Have I ever been wrong?" Harry smiled slightly and Hermione pushed up to give him a light and friendly kiss on the cheek. "Come help Narcissa and me bring things into the dining room, will you, you worthless little... man?" Harry laughed and nodded, following her to the kitchen.
~*~*~*~
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: First Date
"I think your sister likes Eric," Jr. said to Emmy as soon as Narcissa had left them to eat in peace. Jimmy looked up, interested.
"What?"
"Well, I think your cousin likes Cade," Emmy retorted, spearing a carrot and nibbling the end. Jr. rolled his eyes.
"Well, yeah, duh... that's the only thing more obvious than mold on bread," he said and Emmy laughed.
"What are you guys talking about?" Jimmy asked again, and Jr. turned to him.
"Eric and Cade, duh; didn't you notice?" Jimmy shook his head.
"I wasn't really looking," he admitted, smiling crookedly. Emmy nodded extravagantly.
"Watch them after dinner; it's gross," she said, again wrinkling her nose. Jr. gave a nod of agreement and Jimmy shrugged.
"I think Cade likes Harry," he said and both his friends groaned in disgust.
"Ew, Jimmy..." Jr. said, shaking his head and returning to his more- mutilated-than-eaten meatloaf.
~*~*~*~
It was noticeable that Ginny avoided all things to do with Harry throughout the entire existence of dinner. If Harry so much as reached to touch her, she would fashion him with a glare worthy of freezing the Atlantic. And each time, Harry would back off, sending pleading glances to Hermione, who looked sympathetically back. As dinner ended and the children departed from the dining room, Ginny followed, and Hermione followed her, beneath the gaze of Harry Potter. Draco almost asked if something was wrong, but Harry turned around and left so quickly he couldn't have even if he'd wanted to.
"Daddy!" called a voice close to the ground, breaking Draco from his thoughts of the Potters. He smiled at his son and friends, who gathered around his feet. Jr. motioned for him to come closer, and Draco knelt down.
"What?" he asked softly and Jr. and Emmy shared a look, giggling. Jimmy seemed a bit confused and left out, and Draco soon found out why. Jr. leaned close to his father's ear and proceeded to whisper something while Emmy nodded her encouragement. Draco smiled warmly as his son's request was finished. "That's an excellent idea, Junior. Why don't I take care of that, while you all go and say goodbye to Cade, hm?" Jr. beamed.
"Thank you Daddy," he said and Emmy stepped forward to lightly place a kiss on Draco's cheek.
"You're the best, Mr. Malfoy," she praised, then took Jr.'s hand and ran off to meet her sister at the door. Jimmy now looked utterly confused, but shrugged and followed his friends, assuming he'd find out what they were on about in due time. Draco watched them leave and shook his head, then started for the garden doors to honor their request.
"Dad," the three children heard Eric say just as they entered the entry room. "Can I come too?" Harry was just putting on his favorite cloak, getting ready for an interview with an evidently obsessive fan, and he smiled at Eric's request.
"Of course you..." Harry started automatically, but cut himself off as a frown crossed his lips. "Maybe you should ask your mother." Eric groaned.
"Da-ad!" Harry smiled again.
"Ask her, or I'll say no and you won't have to," he said, smirking, and Eric sighed. He turned to Cade.
"I'll be right back," he promised, then dashed off to find his mother. Harry laughed after him and turned back to the girl he was to escort.
"What say we put your bike in the car, hm?" Cade grinned.
"It's a mo-ped, Mr. Potter. Not a bike." He chuckled.
"Well, whatever it is," Harry said, leading her out the door. "So, what do you think of Eric?"
~*~*~*~
"Ginny, you're overreacting. You and I both know Harry didn't mean that the way it sounded," Hermione assured in a hushed voice, and Ginny shook her head.
"I don't think so, Hermione. I asked him how he could say such a thing, and do you know what he said? 'This is different.' Really, those were his exact words. I just don't know what to think..."
"Don't think him automatically choosing sides, Gin... We've known Harry a long time... and don't you think, with his experience as an adopted child in a home where the biological was held so much higher than himself, he would know better than to do that?"
"Yes... one WOULD think," Ginny agreed, if not in the same context, crossing her arms. Hermione sighed.
"Gin..."
"Mum?" a call from down the hall interrupted them. Ginny put on her best 'there's nothing wrong' face and cleared her throat.
"I'm in here, love," she called out, and quick footsteps were automatically heard advancing toward their room.
"Mum," Eric said from the doorway, a tad out of breath. "Oh, hi Aunt Mina." Hermione smiled. "Mum, can I go with Dad to take Cade home?" Ginny's face darkened slightly.
"No," she stated simply, and Eric's grin dropped immediately.
"What?"
"I said no, Eric. No, you may not go with your father." Eric looked between Hermione, who looked unsurprised, but un-approving, to his mother, who simply looked stern.
"But Mum..."
"Eric, I said..."
"Ginny," Hermione said, trying to reason with her. "This is stupid." Eric looked entirely confused, but was happy to see his mother's defense beginning to break down. He fell to his knees.
"PLEASE Mum? I'll never ask for anything ever again, I promise!" Ginny laughed.
"And ever again is what? Two, three hours?" Eric stuck out his lip.
"Please? Please, please, please, please, please?!" Ginny sighed.
"Alright, alright, if it means that much to you." Eric's face brightened instantly and he jumped up.
"Thanks Mum," he said as he started for the door, but Ginny straightened.
"Wait Eric, come here for a second." Eric stopped in his tracks and gracefully twirled back around, coming toward his mother. Ginny immediately wrapped him in her arms, holding him like he was still small. "I love you, baby, you know that, don't you?" Eric paled a bit, for a moment thinking she'd spoken with Narcissa, but he pushed the thought away immediately; his Nanna had promised not to tell.
"Course, Mum. I love you too. Can I go now?" he pleaded, and she laughed, releasing him.
"Sure, Eric," she said, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Be safe." Eric grinned and started again for the door, but once again, he turned around.
"Oh and... I think you might have some competition, Aunt Mina. I saw Emmy kiss Uncle Draco," he said as if spreading the juiciest piece of gossip since the deatheater-disco-dance party. Both women looked a bit scared.
"What?" Hermione asked, more disbelievingly than suspicious. Eric nodded, flying his finger like an airplane.
"Pop," he said as the digit came into contact with his cheek. Hermione sighed and smiled.
"Thank you Eric, I'll look into that." He shrugged and turned, running as fast as he could to the entry room.
~*~*~*~
"Blasted thing..." Draco muttered as he read the directions to the pop up tent Jr. had requested he assemble. "Bloody muggles..."
"Excuse me?" He turned around, startled, only to come face to knees with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Draco smiled.
"Sorry love... I didn't mean it," he insisted and Hermione laughed, settling herself on the steps beside him.
"Yeah, yeah. What are you doing, anyway?" Draco sighed and turned back to his tent.
"Junior asked me if they could sleep in the yard... I'm attempting to put up this... tent." Hermione laughed.
"Allow me," she suggested, pulling her wand from its hiding place up her sleeve.
"But what about..."
"Jimmy? What he doesn't know won't hurt him. He's seen magic before; we really don't have to be that careful. If he sees you, just pretend you have no idea what he's talking about."
"Isn't that like the number one way to scar a muggle child for life?" Draco asked as he watched her wand instantaneously assemble the tent he'd been working on unsuccessfully for a good quarter hour. Hermione laughed.
"You don't know Jimmy." Draco lifted an eyebrow at her and Hermione leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "That reminds me," she said as she pulled back. "I hear I have competition."
"In what?" Draco asked, missing her meaning completely and pulling a piece of grass off his sweater. Hermione decided to be a little less subtle.
"Honestly, Draco, if you're going to cheat on me, you could do better than to choose your son's girlfriend," she said, smirking like hell, and Draco's face snapped to her so quick you could hear the crack of his neck.
"Wha...?" he asked, terrified until he noticed her joking demeanor. "What?" Hermione laughed and pushed him gently.
"Eric told me Emmy kissed you," she said, then continued in mock anger. "Did you think you could get away without me finding out?" Draco let out a breath, then smirked a bit.
"Aw, she's nothing," he assured, then paused for effect. "With all the girls I've seen in my day, do you think I'd pick HER over you?" Hermione dropped her joking smile.
"The girls you've seen...?" Draco nodded, keeping his smirk.
"'Course. Lots of hott ones in the states. Love my accent too," he explained, and Hermione's face grew a little darker. She slumped down a bit, hugging herself and resting her chin on her knee, smile seeming to be gone for good. Draco, though, seemed not to notice. His head was turned toward the sky, looking for any remnant of forthcoming stars.
"Draco," Hermione started weakly after a brief bout of serious thinking. "Did YOU ever have anyone else?" Again, Draco's eyes were on her before father time could even begin the next second, his smirk wiped away as if he'd been slapped. Feeling his eyes on her, Hermione refused to turn to him, gaze on the stone below her feet. Draco looked incredibly shocked.
"No..." he assured. "Of course not; never." He reached a hand to touch her, but Hermione turned her head away. "Hermione." She turned to him, eyes childish and innocent, keeping the miserable frown on her lips. "Would I have come back if I didn't want you, and only you?" Again he tried to touch her, but her sharp intake of breath made him retract his fingers. "Honestly. I could have stayed away. Had any girl I wanted. Merlin knows I had plenty of chances."
"Draco," Hermione interrupted. "Your arrogance really isn't helping much." Draco shook his head.
"Just listen. I could have, but I didn't. I came back to you, Hermione, because I love you." She sighed slightly.
"And I should feel privileged?" she asked, "That you didn't leave me here alone for the rest of my life, thinking you're dead while you drink cocktails and pinch waitresses?"
"No," he said simply. "But I should."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I thank Merlin every day that you took me back, Mia. Not only did you not have to, but you had good reason not to. It doesn't matter who I could scoop up on my way to work. the fact that you loved me enough to take me back after I'd put you through such hell is the best thing I could ever have imagined could possibly happen."
"That doesn't make any sense whatsoever, Draco. What does me loving you have to do with. them."
"Hermione, please. listen to yourself," Draco said, then paused, as if to let her listen. "What are you talking about?" Hermione looked at him as if he were clinically learning deficient.
"I'm talking about 'the girls you've seen in your day'," she reminded him. "You know. the ones in the states? Who like your accent?"
"I. Was. Joking, Mia. For all I know, the United States is a country filled with asexual men who sprout children like boils." She laughed softly, then looked up at him.
"You were joking?" Draco nodded.
"Of course."
"Good," Hermione said darkly, turning back to the ground. "So was I." Draco raised an eyebrow, and she looked up, grinning widely. Draco regarded her with mock anger, mixed with jovial relief. He made a strangled sound and Hermione laughed full and heartily, then wrapped her arms around him and planted a loving kiss on his lips. Draco turned from her as she pulled away, looking back to the now more prominent stars.
"Why must you torture me so?" he asked rhetorically, and Hermione giggled, wrapping her arms around one of his and smiling as she held it close.
"You're almost as gullible as Ginny," she said, then giggled. "I almost have her convinced that childbirth really does tickle." Draco laughed and pulled his arm free, wrapping it around her.
"I don't know why I love you," he joked, kissing the top of her head, and Hermione grinned.
"You don't," she said, looking up. Draco lifted an eyebrow. "You just want me for my money. I know your kind." Again, Draco laughed, and Hermione joined him. "You really should have known I wasn't serious, Drakey." Draco cringed and Hermione pushed him.
"And how exactly?" he asked, pushing her back, but much more lightly.
"Jr. didn't come running to check on me," she said simply and Draco smirked.
"He's probably too busy snogging my mistress to notice his poor mother," he joked in a mock tragic voice and Hermione shuddered.
"Ugh, don't say that! That's it. now I'm going to check on him. If they are less than a foot from each other, I'm putting them in separate rooms tonight, and locking the doors." Draco chuckled.
"But what about the tent I slaved so long over?"
"Stupidly slaved so long over. and it couldn't have been that long, I saw you half an hour ago." Draco straightened.
"That's not the point." Hermione rolled her eyes and stood, brushing the dirt from the back of her jeans.
"It's never the point if it makes you look bad." Draco seemed to think about this for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, that's about the gist of it."
~*~*~*~
"That one," Cade directed from her place next to Eric in the back seat and Harry glanced in the rear view mirror to see which way she was pointing. "The green one." The house Cade identified as her own was a forest green with white shudders, slightly yellowed and peeling with paint. It was a quaint two story with a small yard, complete with doghouse. At this sight, Eric raised an eyebrow.
"You have a dog? Don't tell Jr., he might do something rash." Cade giggled and shook her head.
"We've never had a dog. It was here when we bought the house, and we haven't gotten around to getting rid of it yet. My dad wants to repaint everything, but I don't think he's ever even going to get started," she explained as they got out, both on the same side, avoiding the dangers of street traffic. Eric listened intently, not even noticing that the topic of conversation was of no interest to him whatsoever. Cade went to the back of the car, waiting for Harry to open the trunk, but he shooed her away.
"I'll get it, Cade." She beamed at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. Come on, Eric, I should warn Mum, or she might faint or something," she suggested, taking Eric's hand and pulling him up the path to the dark wood doors. They opened before she even had a chance to touch the knob.
"Cade Marie Watson, where have you been?! It's dark!" called a frail woman with hair as pretty and midnight black as Cade's, but done up in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Cade rolled her eyes.
"Mu-um," she moaned. "I wrote you a note."
"I know you did, but that doesn't mean you have permission to go god knows how far on that undependable excuse for a scooter and not even tell me where you're going!" Mrs. Watson huffed, not even noticing Eric. He didn't make himself known.
"I did too! I wrote, and I quote, 'I've taken Emmy to her friend's house because Father forgot and took the car. I shall be home as soon as possible. Cade.'," Cade recited, crossing her arms, and Mrs. Watson made a strange and angry noise.
"Yes, but how am I to know where that is! You don't know your way around yet, Cade, we haven't even been here two weeks yet! I can't believe you would go off like that! And for hours! To god knows where, with god knows who!" At this, Cade smirked very subtly.
"Mum, this is my friend Eric. Eric, this is my mum," she said, keeping her eyes on her mother, who's pursed lips relaxed. She turned her eyes to Eric, who looked absolutely terrified. Then, Mrs. Watson smiled a smile identical to that of Mrs. Weasley. Eric looked as if he may shiver himself to death.
"Hello dear," she said before turning back to her daughter. "So where is this forsaken place you've brought your sister without my consent?" Cade kept her smile.
"Eric's house," she said simply, and Eric turned to her, face pale.
"Oh," said Mrs. Watson politely. "How lovely. And how does Eric plan to get back home this late after escorting you all this way? Which I hope you thanked him for, such a gentleman." Cade smiled at Eric.
"His Father took us, Mum. I think you might like to meet him."
"Well of course I do," she said, although it sounded as if Mrs. Watson would love nothing less. Cade gave a small nod, then turned around.
"Mr. Potter?" she called just as Harry stepped into the golden circle emitting from the porch light, walking Leroy.
"P-Potter?" Mrs. Watson repeated in a daze, and Harry stepped up, placing a hand on Eric's shoulder, smiling crookedly.
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Watson," he said, holding out a hand. Mrs. Watson took it subconsciously, her mouth moving with very little sound. Cade giggled as Harry bent slightly and placed his lips to her mother's skin and Eric looked to her, smiling at the sight of her happiness.
"Gah...er... uh... are... are you?" Harry's smile widened a bit as he brought his other hand to brush aside the curtain of black hair over his forehead, making his scar more prominent. "H-Harry P-P-P... oh," Mrs. Watson managed just before she crossed her eyes and fell backward. Harry was pitched forward, as she still held a death grip on his hand. Cade's giggling became almost hysterical.
"I thought you said if you warned her, she wouldn't faint," Eric whispered and Cade shrugged.
"That was before she yelled at me. She's fine," she whispered back, then took a step into the house. "Daddy? Mum's fainted again."
"Again?" called a voice from another room, before a stout old man who reminded Harry somewhat of a thinner Uncle Vernon came into view. The man, whom he assumed was Mr. Watson, stopped in his tracks. "Who are you?"
"Daddy, this is my friend Eric. And his father. Harry Potter," Cade announced proudly, and Mr. Watson's eyebrows flew high.
"Surely you jest," he said, dismissing it, but Cade shook her head.
"Nope. Why do you think she's fainted?" Mr. Watson sighed.
"Well, that does explain it, doesn't it? Right. Come on El, to the sofa with you," he said, scratching behind his neck before easily lifting his wife in his arms and bringing her to the room he had just left. Cade held up a finger when Harry gave her a questioning look. Mr. Watson returned to the door within seconds. "Sorry about that; she's always been a bit on edge. And a big fan too, I daresay," he said, with the tiniest bit of bitterness. Then his mood changed completely. "Would you like to come in?" he asked, looking between Eric and Harry, but Harry shook his head, replacing the hand on his son's shoulder.
"I'm afraid we must go, but thank you, Mr. Watson. It was nice meeting you," he said, holding out his other hand to be shaken.
"Likewise," Mr. Watson agreed, taking Harry's hand.
"I apologize about your wife," he added, and Mr. Watson laughed, shaking his head.
"Although she would have loved to have more intelligent of a conversation with you, I'm sure." Harry smiled.
"If our children continue their friendships I daresay we'll be meeting more than a few times more," he pointed out and Mr. Watson nodded his agreement, letting go of Harry's hand to offer his palm to Eric.
"Ah, yes. Strapping boy. Eric is it?" Eric swallowed and nodded, taking the offered hand. Although he was not as intimidated by this friendly man as he had been Mrs. Watson, he was still in aftershock. "Take after your father, don't you?" Eric hesitated in reply, as he had no idea of the correct answer, and Mr. Watson laughed. Harry shook his head at his son, squeezing his shoulders close to him.
"We should go, Eric... your Mum'll be wanting to talk to me," Harry said and Eric nodded. "Or I can hope," he added in an after tone.
"Paul? Paul I had the most wonderful dream," called a weak voice from the living room and Mr. Watson rolled his eyes, stepping back and toward the doorway. Harry ruffled Eric's hair.
"Say goodbye and meet me in the car," he said, then left his son at the doorstep, returning to his still running Ford.
"Erm..." Eric said, now standing alone with his new friend. "Do ya want me ta move this for you?" he asked, pointing to Leroy, desperate for something to talk about. Cade shook her shoulders.
"Nah, I'll need him tomorrow morning anyway. Sunday is paper day." Eric lifted an eyebrow. "I've got a route. Tomorrow's my second time out. I go to your house, that's how I knew where it was," she explained, and Eric nodded mutely.
"Uh... I'd..." he stammered, then a line from a no name movie popped into his head. "I'd like to see you again." The moment he said it, he regretted it. Why was this so hard? "Erm, I mean... maybe we could... h-hang out or something." Cade grinned. She'd been waiting for him to ask her that.
"Sure. Have lunch with me on Monday?" she suggested, and Eric sighed in relief that she hadn't laughed. Or slapped him... like in that movie. Why had he used that line again?
"Monday? But... I have... class..." he said, as if she were crazy, and Cade giggled.
"Not at lunch period, silly. We can sit at the broken table in the corner; nobody else ever sits there," she said, and Eric looked up. He knew of which table she spoke.
"You go to my school?" Cade laughed and nodded extravagantly.
"I'm in your maths class," she said, "And maybe some other ones. But I know about maths cause you sit three desks in front of me and you're way taller than the two guys between us, so all I ever see is the back of your head," she said rather bluntly and Eric blushed at his shoes. "So... lunch then?"
"Sure," he said, chancing a glance back up at her and Cade smile. Then, so quickly it may not have happened, Cade leaned forward and swiftly kissed his cheek before murmuring goodnight and dashing back inside, closing the door behind her. Eric stood rooted in his spot for a good minute, mouth open and staring blankly at the door, before he could even recall that his father was probably wondering what he was doing. Eric turned and returned to the car, this time sitting up front, with a dazed look on his face.
"Eric," Harry said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Eric?" he said again when his son gave no response. "Hell-o?" He tried a third time, waving his hand in front of the boy's face, and Eric finally blinked, looking up at his father. "So?" Harry prodded, but Eric shook his head, reaching behind him for his seat belt.
"So what?"
"Did you ask her out?" Harry asked, starting out of the driveway and Eric nodded.
"She's gonna sit with me at lunch on Monday," he said, and Harry grinned at such an innocent first date for his seven year old son. There was a thin silence in the car for a good five minutes. Harry kept his eyes on the road and a smirk on his face, glancing periodically at Eric, who stared blankly out the window. Harry was pretty sure he saw none of the landscape they passed.
"She kissed you, didn't she?" Eric practically jumped a mile high and Harry laughed.
"How did you know?" he asked in amazement, and Harry shrugged.
"You've got lip gloss on your face." Eric made a face and quickly whipped the telltale smudge from his cheek.
"Oh... thanks," he mumbled.
"Eric, will you do me a favor?" Harry asked and his son looked up at him. "Don't tell your mother I'm letting you date before your twenty first birthday, alright?" Eric smirked.
"Good idea."
A/N: Aw... they're bonding! But Ginny's still mad... :o/... it was a pretty bad thing that Harry did... although he didn't mean it! Isn't it obvious he loves Eric? He's letting him 'date' at age seven! Lol. Although, I'm sure Ginny wouldn't mind; she was all about the flirting ;o) We still don't know what Big Draco and Emmy have planned. Lol. Big Draco. I have this friend named David, and his Dad's name is David, so they call them Big David and Little David... it's kinda cute... although everyone in our families call him Beanie... long story ;o)
PRF:
I LeAeNa SeRpEnTiS I: Well, here you go! Hey... *I* thought it was cute! Lol. That is a pretty cool name... mine is so boring... Mandy Lynn. I could throw up on it ::yack::
Mesmer: Lol, nope; Cade is only a little older than Eric. She's eight. I never actually said that, but... they're in the same maths class. If the mo- ped confused you, ignore it. I'm just a brainless git who didn't know you had to be 14 to drive one. I don' t have one... I've never seen one... forgive me. I just like the sound of it; mo-ped...
DarkMarkGrl: Thanx. Cade was actually on the 2000 top 200 baby names list... lol. I thought it was pretty ;o) Yep, and she'll keep Eric happy! Jimmy doesn't seem to MIND being left out.... ;op and yes... Harry did a bad thing... :Oo
CrackHead: Chia is just some girl from ff.net who asked if she could do the Hogwarts years of Emmy, Jr., and such. And yes, all my children are frickin geniuses. I just started babysitting this 7 year old... and I immediately thought; study him... use him for Eric... but the kid never does anything but play Nintendo... lol, it was pretty much lost cause. Although, maybe wizarding children are naturally smart? :oD And thanx for your ideas! I'll think about them ;o)
Flutegirl: Yep, I AM on summer vay kay. It's fun! I love summer!
ObsessedwithBritishPeople: I don't think she's gonna get pregnant again... thought that would be cool, we already have a pregnant Ginny... do we need to hormonally challenged women driving everyone mad? :op
Dragonfly: I know! Isn't Cade/Eric cute? Almost rivaling to Emmy/Junior! :oD Jimmy needs a g/f now... :o/ lol. I know it was trivial... but really, can you blame Ginny? I've read fics where Draco says he doesn't like the way Hermione makes peas or something and they get into a full blown fight over it and I'm like, shut up! That's so stupid! Or like, they'll be joking and he'll say 'Yeah, I bet you'd kiss Potter if you had the chance' or something like that, JOKING, and she gets pissed off and accuses him of accusing her of being unfaithful and I'm like... dear god, make it stop... but I think this fight is understandable.
Ezmerelda: Me too... :oD
Simpson-girl: Yeah, that's okay (OotP) I was just saying... if you don't want spoilers, don't read it. Oh, and no, I don't speak Italian... although I speak enough Spanish to know that's what you asked me ;o) lol. The languages are very similar. I got that title off the very lovely t the story tomorrow ;o)
Elijahsbaby1981: I am an idiot. Forgive me. I'm not familiar with mo- peds... I just knew it was something like a scooter... so I assumed she oculd drive it. I now know you have to be at least fourteen to drive one, for the most part. Ignore that. Cade's 8.
Harmony: Silver*Angel: New pn! Hehe. Lots of those, lately :oD. I like Emmy too! Emmy and Hermione are NOT gonna talk about books... that could take six chapters! Lol. Everything in my story is adorable ;o) Thanx. I'll look at your new chappy.
Atra Luna: Dude, everyone's changing their pn! Lol. You're like the fourth person, not including myself! Lol. Yeah... most of that stuff has already been said... but I still appreciate it! I liked that line, too... but I think my favorite was Cade: (after Eric introduces himself) "If my name were Ariel, we could buy a fish and name it Flounder." Lol... I thought that was cute! Sorry... ;op