Chapter 13 The Muggles Depart
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"Anger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind."- Proverb
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For her entire visit, Elizabeth stayed confined to the Potions' classroom while Benjamin Granger preferred the comfort of his room. He refused to speak to anyone including his wife and daughter. On the last night of their visit, Elizabeth went to the hospital wing with Hermione for a check-up.
"All of this magic is terribly interesting." Elizabeth confided in her daughter, "I only wish I could learn more."
"Don't worry, mum, if you have any questions, you can ask me, Draco, or Severus." Hermione laughed but Elizabeth frowned.
"I think you should call him 'dad'." Hermione froze.
"What?"
"Well, darling, he's really been very good to you, more so than the man you were raised by, and I really think he just needs to know that you love and trust him enough to give him that sacred title." Elizabeth babbled on.
"Mum, I...I really do trust him, and I think I love him, but I'm not sure I 'm ready to..." Hermione searched for the words then shook her head in frustration, "you know."
"Alright, just don't wait too long, dear. You know what he has to do and he might not make long enough for you to be ready." The words hung in the air and Hermione felt like she had been slapped in the face. She had been so caught up in her own life to even think about Voldemort or the war waging on silently past the castle walls.
Hermione was deep in thought until her mother snapped her out of the reverie. "Remember, don't stress yourself too much. What with your pregnancy and all. Speaking of, we should probably be getting to that appointment." They walked on in silence and entered the hospital wing.
"Oh, no husband today?" Madame Pomfrey asked when the two women entered.
"No, the husband was dragged out by his friends to go play quidditch at the last minute. Luckily, the mother volunteered to step in." Hermione answered. All three chuckled half-heartedly.
"Well, that's a shame because tonight you have the option to find out the sex of the baby."
"So soon?" Elizabeth implored.
"Yes, dear, magic is a bit more advanced than muggles." Elizabeth nodded in agreement.
Hermione changed into a gown and laid down on a bed. Madame Pomfrey bagan with the usual: heart rate, temperature, any new symptoms, and finally checking to hear the baby's heart.
"Now, dear, do you want to know?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"Will it hurt the baby?"
"No, it's just a simple spell." The older woman smiled at her apprehension.
"Um, maybe I should discuss it with Draco first."
"Of course, just come see me anytime and I'll be able to tell you. Although, once you reach the third trimester, the spell has a chance of side effects." Madame Pomfrey explained carefully not wanting to worry her at all.
Hermione nodded, "Okay, I'll talk to Draco when he gets back."
Madame Pomfrey left the two other women to tend to a Slytherin who had just arrived fresh from the quidditch game with a broken nose, a fractured arm, and claiming he couldn't see anything. Madame Pomfrey bustled about mumbling things that sounded strangely like, "I don't know why quidditch involves hexes in Slytherin."
Elizabeth looked at her daughter, "You will tell me the sex of the baby when you find out, right?"
"Of course I will, if I find out." Hermione changed quickly and they left.
"I suppose I should go," Elizabeth started, "I'm having dinner in Severus' rooms tonight."
Hermione raised an eyebrow but didn't comment, "Goodnight then, I'll see you off in the morning." They hugged then went their separate ways.
Hermione returned to her rooms to find Draco stepping out of the shower. "What did you do to that Yallor boy?" She asked recalling the boy in the hospital wing.
"Nothing, of course." Draco smiled impishly as if recalling an old, funny memory.
"My parents are leaving tomorrow morning." Draco looked at her, "I wish we could have spent more time with them."
Draco snorted, "Yes, it's a bloody shame we couldn't spend more time with your father, I quite enjoyed the show between him and Severus." Hermione couldn't help but smile. Severus and Mr. Granger had gotten in a particularly nasty fight the day before that ended in Mr. Granger mysteriously stuck to the ceiling.
"Mm, Severus is getting creative." They both laughed. No one had been able to do a counter curse and Mr. Granger had simply fallen off the ceiling the by next morning.
They went to dinner then came back and settled in front of the fire, Hermione leaned against Draco and she read aloud from a book. That night, she snuggled up to her husband never feeling more safe and happy.
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"Mione, time to get up." A silky voice floated to her ears and she raise her head. She could see the blurred image of Draco smirking at her.
"What?" She snapped irritably.
"Nothing, I just never knew anybody could have morning hair that looked like that." He had an evil glint in his eye.
"What did you do?"
"Me?" He took on an innocent look. "Why, nothing, my darling wife."
Hermione jumped out bed and ran to the bathroom. Draco smirked and counted down: 5...4...3...2...1...
"Draco! You miserable bastard! You bloody wanker! Stupid, idiotic prat!" Hermione walked out of the bathroom to see Draco doubled-over in laughter.
"What?" He asked between gasps of breath, "I think you look good with green and silver hair." Indeed her hair was green and silver, and it looked like she had repeatedly stuck a fork in an electrical socket holding it there for hours at a time.
"What did you do? Change it back," She grabbed her wand, "NOW!"
An hour later, Hermione's hair was returned to normal and she and Draco were in the entrance hall bidding her parents farewell.
"Bye, mum," Hermione said as she hugged her mother, "I'll owl you."
"Alright, dear, oh, I'm going to miss you something terrible." They released each other and prayed they wouldn't cry.
Mr. Granger didn't say much and soon, their carriage was disappearing down the path. Hermione waved after it then hugged Draco. He kissed her head then walked back to their rooms. He hadn't had sex in nearly a month and he was counting on Hermione to make it up to him.
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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I love getting feedback! Oh, if you like Hermione/Snape, Corazon is a really good writer to check out. Sorry it took so long to post this one but I had two term papers due and three projects due just this week. Also, sorry the last chapter was so short but Ron's explanation didn't take as long as I thought it would.
Now, the next chapter is most likely going to be pure smut at the beginning but there will be some substance to it further on so you can just skip the sex part if you want.
Thanks! -HazyDayClearNight
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"Anger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind."- Proverb
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For her entire visit, Elizabeth stayed confined to the Potions' classroom while Benjamin Granger preferred the comfort of his room. He refused to speak to anyone including his wife and daughter. On the last night of their visit, Elizabeth went to the hospital wing with Hermione for a check-up.
"All of this magic is terribly interesting." Elizabeth confided in her daughter, "I only wish I could learn more."
"Don't worry, mum, if you have any questions, you can ask me, Draco, or Severus." Hermione laughed but Elizabeth frowned.
"I think you should call him 'dad'." Hermione froze.
"What?"
"Well, darling, he's really been very good to you, more so than the man you were raised by, and I really think he just needs to know that you love and trust him enough to give him that sacred title." Elizabeth babbled on.
"Mum, I...I really do trust him, and I think I love him, but I'm not sure I 'm ready to..." Hermione searched for the words then shook her head in frustration, "you know."
"Alright, just don't wait too long, dear. You know what he has to do and he might not make long enough for you to be ready." The words hung in the air and Hermione felt like she had been slapped in the face. She had been so caught up in her own life to even think about Voldemort or the war waging on silently past the castle walls.
Hermione was deep in thought until her mother snapped her out of the reverie. "Remember, don't stress yourself too much. What with your pregnancy and all. Speaking of, we should probably be getting to that appointment." They walked on in silence and entered the hospital wing.
"Oh, no husband today?" Madame Pomfrey asked when the two women entered.
"No, the husband was dragged out by his friends to go play quidditch at the last minute. Luckily, the mother volunteered to step in." Hermione answered. All three chuckled half-heartedly.
"Well, that's a shame because tonight you have the option to find out the sex of the baby."
"So soon?" Elizabeth implored.
"Yes, dear, magic is a bit more advanced than muggles." Elizabeth nodded in agreement.
Hermione changed into a gown and laid down on a bed. Madame Pomfrey bagan with the usual: heart rate, temperature, any new symptoms, and finally checking to hear the baby's heart.
"Now, dear, do you want to know?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"Will it hurt the baby?"
"No, it's just a simple spell." The older woman smiled at her apprehension.
"Um, maybe I should discuss it with Draco first."
"Of course, just come see me anytime and I'll be able to tell you. Although, once you reach the third trimester, the spell has a chance of side effects." Madame Pomfrey explained carefully not wanting to worry her at all.
Hermione nodded, "Okay, I'll talk to Draco when he gets back."
Madame Pomfrey left the two other women to tend to a Slytherin who had just arrived fresh from the quidditch game with a broken nose, a fractured arm, and claiming he couldn't see anything. Madame Pomfrey bustled about mumbling things that sounded strangely like, "I don't know why quidditch involves hexes in Slytherin."
Elizabeth looked at her daughter, "You will tell me the sex of the baby when you find out, right?"
"Of course I will, if I find out." Hermione changed quickly and they left.
"I suppose I should go," Elizabeth started, "I'm having dinner in Severus' rooms tonight."
Hermione raised an eyebrow but didn't comment, "Goodnight then, I'll see you off in the morning." They hugged then went their separate ways.
Hermione returned to her rooms to find Draco stepping out of the shower. "What did you do to that Yallor boy?" She asked recalling the boy in the hospital wing.
"Nothing, of course." Draco smiled impishly as if recalling an old, funny memory.
"My parents are leaving tomorrow morning." Draco looked at her, "I wish we could have spent more time with them."
Draco snorted, "Yes, it's a bloody shame we couldn't spend more time with your father, I quite enjoyed the show between him and Severus." Hermione couldn't help but smile. Severus and Mr. Granger had gotten in a particularly nasty fight the day before that ended in Mr. Granger mysteriously stuck to the ceiling.
"Mm, Severus is getting creative." They both laughed. No one had been able to do a counter curse and Mr. Granger had simply fallen off the ceiling the by next morning.
They went to dinner then came back and settled in front of the fire, Hermione leaned against Draco and she read aloud from a book. That night, she snuggled up to her husband never feeling more safe and happy.
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"Mione, time to get up." A silky voice floated to her ears and she raise her head. She could see the blurred image of Draco smirking at her.
"What?" She snapped irritably.
"Nothing, I just never knew anybody could have morning hair that looked like that." He had an evil glint in his eye.
"What did you do?"
"Me?" He took on an innocent look. "Why, nothing, my darling wife."
Hermione jumped out bed and ran to the bathroom. Draco smirked and counted down: 5...4...3...2...1...
"Draco! You miserable bastard! You bloody wanker! Stupid, idiotic prat!" Hermione walked out of the bathroom to see Draco doubled-over in laughter.
"What?" He asked between gasps of breath, "I think you look good with green and silver hair." Indeed her hair was green and silver, and it looked like she had repeatedly stuck a fork in an electrical socket holding it there for hours at a time.
"What did you do? Change it back," She grabbed her wand, "NOW!"
An hour later, Hermione's hair was returned to normal and she and Draco were in the entrance hall bidding her parents farewell.
"Bye, mum," Hermione said as she hugged her mother, "I'll owl you."
"Alright, dear, oh, I'm going to miss you something terrible." They released each other and prayed they wouldn't cry.
Mr. Granger didn't say much and soon, their carriage was disappearing down the path. Hermione waved after it then hugged Draco. He kissed her head then walked back to their rooms. He hadn't had sex in nearly a month and he was counting on Hermione to make it up to him.
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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I love getting feedback! Oh, if you like Hermione/Snape, Corazon is a really good writer to check out. Sorry it took so long to post this one but I had two term papers due and three projects due just this week. Also, sorry the last chapter was so short but Ron's explanation didn't take as long as I thought it would.
Now, the next chapter is most likely going to be pure smut at the beginning but there will be some substance to it further on so you can just skip the sex part if you want.
Thanks! -HazyDayClearNight