Like Parents, Like Teens

Part 8

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As the six Gryffindors moved down the hall, Ron leaned in to Hermione. She could feel his hot breath on her ear, and it ran shivers up her spine. So immersed in her own zone, she started a little when he whispered,

"So 'Mione, what do you think this is?" He could smell the shampoo she used in her hair. Grapefruit scented, he decided.

"I don't know," Hermione's voice squeaked as she replied. He straightened up and looked down at her with concern…he was so tall.

"You ok?"

"Yes, I just got something stuck in my throat," she assured him, her voice back to normal. She didn't want to lie to him, but telling him that feeling his breath on her ear made her spine tingle might give him the wrong idea…She most certainly didn't like him, after all! At least that's what she told herself.

"Good," Ron sighed and lifted his hands up behind his head. "I wonder what Dumbledore has planned for us…Important assignment…" he grimaced. Looking over at Harry and Ginny, whom were chatting amiably, he snapped his fingers. "Oy! You two! Have any ideas what this is all about?"

"I dunno," Ginny impatiently brushed a strand of red hair out of her eyes. Such nice hair, Harry noted happily.

"Me neither," he agreed. Ron sighed.

"Parvati, Dean?" the Weasley brother asked.

"Nope," the two replied.

"Us neither," Ron sighed.

"Ron, really. At least try to use grammar properly once in a while," Hermione reprimanded her 'husband'. Ron glared down at her.

"Well, sorry-" he looked as if he were about to add something, but thought better of it. "Never mind," he muttered. Hermione looked slightly taken aback at Ron's unwillingness to fight. It wasn't as though she purposefully fueled his temper, but usually he didn't fight his anger as much as he could have.

"Hey look, there's Seamus!" Dean pointed up ahead as they turned a corner. "Come on Mrs. Thomas, let's go," he looked pointedly at Ginny. "Catch you guys later!" he hurried up ahead.

"Sorry guys," Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. "He's gotten rather clingy and annoying lately. Don't ask me why. We can continue our conversation later, ok Harry? See ya later!" With an apologetic look at Harry she sprinted after Dean. Harry looked rather put out.

"Haaaaaaaarrrrrrrrry!" Parvati pouted and pulled up next to him as soon as Ginny was out of earshot.

"What?" Harry snapped.

"You never spend any time with me!" Harry looked over at his two best mates, rolled his eyes, and turned back to his 'wife' to continue this argument. They fell behind Ron and Hermione.

"Should we wait for them?" Hermione asked, anxiously looking over her shoulder at the couple.

"Nah," Ron stretched, and grinned at Hermione. "Come on 'Mione. We don't want to be last, do we?" He picked up the pace and Hermione jogged with him.

In a few minutes they reached the great hall. Ron held open the door for Hermione, and as she passed through, smiling at him, he couldn't help but notice how nicely her hair bounced as she walked. How could I have never noticed that? He wondered, brow furrowed. Shrugging, he followed her to the Gryffindor table. Parvati and Harry arrived a few moments later, Harry looking extremely aggravated, and Parvati pouting and throwing reproachful glances at her 'husband' every now and then.

"Just like an old married couple," Ron snickered, earning him a playful slap on the shoulder from Hermione.

"Now Ron, no need to antagonize him," she whispered, teasing and serious at the same time. About to say something back, Ron was cut off by the headmaster entering the room.

"Ah…Students, or should I say, spouses?" His blue eyes twinkled. Plates of cookies and glasses of milk appeared on all the tables. Ron smiled and reached for a glass of milk. "Today we will be discussing one of the most important decisions a husband and wife can have. Having a family." Ron choked on his milk. Hermione patted his back, concern in her eyes. Ron held up a hand and swallowed, then looked up at Dumbledore, whom was smiling at him. "Now I'm sure all of you have different takes on this subject." Murmuring assent, students glanced at each other. "But for our purposes, all of you will be having at least one child. Now, meet you possible babies." He smiled at the suspense in the room, then lifted up two sack of flour, one with the symbol for male drawn on its front, the other with female.

"I wonder if we get to pick the gender of our child," Hermione smiled at Ron who looked slightly taken aback at her calm acceptance of this assignment.

"Each of you will come up here and using a very complex technique will determine how many children you have, and their gender," he held up a basket. "You will be picking from a basket." The students chuckled appreciatively, but a nervous tension swept the room. Professor McGonagall stepped forward.

"All right everyone," she nodded briskly. "Let's start with Slytherin." She proceeded to call out couples names. The respective students would come up to the basket, randomly pick a slip of paper, smile or groan, then head over to Professor Dumbledore, whom was positioned at a large table filled with flour sacks, and carry off their 'children'. Some had only one, some up to five. Ravenclaw was called after Slytherin, then finally, McGonagall called out "Gryffindor!" A number of couples went, then finally, "Mr. and Mrs. Potter!"

Harry stood up stiffly and walked over to the Professor, Parvati in tow. He reached in the basket and smiled with relief when he saw Professor Dumbledore's familiar handwriting.

Girl

Handing the slip to Parvati, who squealed with excitement, Harry went over to Dumbledore.

"And how many children will you be taking back to Gryffindor tower, Mr. Potter?" He inquired, twinkle in his eye.

"One, a girl," he stated and smiled as he was handed a sack of flour. "Thanks."

By the time he got back Ginny and Dean were up with McGonagall. Hermione smiled at the sack.

"What's her name?"

"Name?" Harry repeated blankly. "Oh, name. Right. Uh, I dunno." Hermione shook her head and sighed.

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," McGonagall smiled warmly at her. She tried to replicate her favorite professor's smile, but all that came out was a shaky copy. Reaching her hand in the bag, the note Hermione pulled out said:

Twins!

1.Boy

2.Girl

Sighing with relief, Hermione handed it to Ron.

Please don't let it be five, Please not five. Ron repeated this mantra in his head one more time before opening his eyes and squinting down at the slip of paper in his hand. Twins. What a relief…Visions of Fred and George filled his head. Sorta.

As Dumbledore handed one of the sacks to each spouse, he winked at Ron.

"Good luck!" Then turned his attention back to the approaching students. Ron held onto the bag of flour in a daze.

"What do you think?" Hermione's voice shot into his head as he realized she had been talking.

"Um, what?" he asked sheepishly. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You never listen, do you?"

"I do to!"

"To me I meant. I know you listen to your precious Quidditch commentaries."

"Hey! Why don't you like Quidditch, anyway. Just jealous, cuz you aren't good at something for once?" The two continued to bicker as they sat down in their seats.

Old married couple, Harry snorted. Right back 'atcha Ron.

A/N: I'm really in a writing mood today. Wrote another chapter for Wedding Bells are ringing too…They were both pretty short, but good I hope. R&R

KW