Hey guys! 8D I've already done chapter five (believe it or not), so I'm in the mood to type ANOTHER chapter! 83 LOL I wrote chapter 5 first, then half of 1, then back to 5, and then I finished 1. XD So now it's time for chapter 2! I was thinking of this one while I was walking down the hall after my dad and brother ate all of our candy (those selfish snakes…). :) So, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters…just…just Frank Xenophilius "Frankie" Longbottom. Seriously…you HAVE to love that name! XD Rowling owns everything else and the MARVELOUS stories, though! ;D

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[Frank is five years old here. :3]

Neville tickled Frank's stomach, causing the young boy to wake up. He laughed so hard he lost his breath for a few seconds and began to cough. Neville immediately stopped and patted his son's back. Frank told him he was ok once he regained his composure. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed, stretching his arms. No one could figure out why, but the boy never yawned. He always sighed.

"Sorry about that, Frankie," Neville apologized quietly. "Now, I have to leave for work. I'll be back around five or six tonight, ok?"

"Yes sir," Frank replied as he hopped out of bed.

Neville pulled out the boy's clothes from his drawer, which Frank took himself. He began to shove his foot through the first pant leg in the overalls. His father laughed, seeing as how his pajamas were still on. The young five year old looked up at him, clearly baffled. The eldest Longbottom explained everything to him, causing the child to see how he messed up. He took his leg out of the overalls and began to pull his pajamas off. He looked up at his father, who nodded with a chuckle, saying he could go on. Frank smiled, putting his feet through the pant legs and pulling overalls up to his waist. He quickly shoved a red shirt on before asking for help with buttoning up the straps.

"Very great job, Frankie," he told his son.

Frank smiled up at his father before he kissed his forehead, saying goodbye. He waved back at him, watching him leave the room. Once he hear the door shut, Frankie dashed out of the room, wanting a parent to hug. He hated being alone.

"Daddy, wait! Come ba—" he was cut off by a crunching noise beneath his foot.

The little Longbottom lifted his leg, taking a hold of his shoe. He inspected the bottom of it quickly, seeing a buttery color on the rubber bottom of his sneaker. He set his foot down cautiously and looked around; there was a trail of all types of candy in every direction. Frank Xenophilius Longbottom had an amazing sweet tooth at that age. He picked up each piece of candy, shoving them in his front pocket. He came across a note from his father. He saw that Luna was already awake on the couch and reading. He walked up to her and asked what the note said, waving it in front of the book.

"Hold on, sweetie," she giggled, lugging him up into her lap. "Now what's this, then?"

"A note," Frank stated. "I can't read most of those words, Mommy."

"Well, it's from Daddy," she smiled. "It says 'Dear Frankie, you can have one candy every half hour. Only take one, though! Mommy's keeping track.'"

"Oh," he pulled the candies out of his pockets and set all of them back except one, which he quickly plopped in his mouth.

Luna giggled and watched him quietly. He was looking up and savoring the taste of the creamy butterscotch candy. Although it was hard, it was rather sweet and delicious! He licked his lips after sucking on the candy, trying to get as much of the taste as he could. After finishing, he went to the couch and heaved himself up. His mother gently dragged him to her lap and continued reading her copy of the Quibbler. She let her finger keep track of each word she said, pointing out which was which for her son. However, Frank wasn't paying any attention. He clasped his hands over his knees, clicking the toes of his shoes together. He waited for the next candy, barley interested in the air that came into his mouth. Oxygen was not his favorite flavor if you couldn't tell.

After waiting various moments with his mother, she looked up at the clock and smiled.

"Go on, now," Luna said. "You can have another piece."

He beamed, hopping off and getting himself a peppermint this time. He loved the icy chill it gave his mouth. After he finished, he became something of upset. He was still quite hungry. He waited every moment with great anticipation. He was anxious for a good piece of hard candy. The day had gone on the same way until five-forty-five. Neville had finally come home, causing his child to beam. He dashed over to his father and hugged his leg, to which said parental figure smiled softly. He picked his child up and headed to the couch to be with his wife. She beamed and greeted him in her normally calm voice.

"How was school?" she joked.

"Boring," he replied with a smirk. "How was candy-waiting-time?"

"Restless!" Frank exclaimed. "I kept counting and counting every bit of candy, trying to find out how long you would be gone! You made me wait all day for candy!"

"I also made you count," he smirked at his child. "You're welcome."

"Huh…?" he queried, pondering over this little fact. He beamed and yelled, "Thank you, Daddy!"

He smiled back and trapped him in a hug before turning to Luna. "Has he eaten anything other than candy?"

"No," she replied calmly. "I was afraid he would be sick if he ate a regularly scheduled meal while eating candy."

"Then should we go out for dinner?" Neville inquired.

"If you want too, I will," Luna smiled.

"Sure," he shrugged and grabbed his son. "Let's go, Frankie."

"But…I feel sick, Daddy," he replied. "Why would you make me count with candy?"

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Hahaha! :3 I love writing about this kid! So this was just a random little drabble about him. The next one may as well be one, too. Most of them are until he gets deeper into Hogwarts. XD

Anyways, I already have a slight idea for the next chapter! ;3