Me and Malfoy acted as if nothing had happened at all.
The first house we looked at was too small with only three rooms.
We needed at least four rooms, an upstairs, an attic, and a downstairs, with a bathroom on each floor.
The next house was too big with ten rooms, a pool, and two stories.
The third house was just not located in a safe place or cozy with the bullet-proof glass.
The forth house we looked at was cozy in the quite country.
On the main floor there was kitchen, a living room, a dining room, a laundry room, and two bathrooms.
Upstairs there was the main bedroom room and five other bedrooms. There was also a bathroom and a tiny computer room.
Then the basement was a room and had a tiny room for storage with a bathroom.
We loved it and decided on the house immediately.
Then we chose which room we wanted.
Craig chose the room that was farthest away from our parents room. It had yellow and orange walls with a blend of both colors for a carpet.
Mike ended up with the room closest to our parents. His room had red walls and white carpet with the red wings sign in the middle of the carpet.
Malfoy ended up with the room in the middle, across from Mikes and in between both of the extra bedroom. His room was decorated with green walls and white carpet.
The one extra bedroom had one pink, one blue, one orange, and one yellow wall with green carpet- it was right across from our parents room.
My parents room was bright blue, brown, and white as the main colors.
The other extra bedroom was on the other side of Malfoy's room it was painted purple and had white carpet.
The bathroom was a bright blue tile right off the side of the one extra bedroom. It had a tub, a toilet, and a sink.
The computer room was painted a magenta color. It was just big enough to fit two desks and two chairs in.
On the main floor, the kitchen was a mixture of the bright green and hot pink watermelon colors with white tile. It had a center counter a dishwasher, a fridge, a stove, and a microwave along with a hook-up for a phone.
The laundry room had a bunch of windows, a washer, a dryer, a table, and a counter and was painted a blue color with white tile.
The two bathrooms were the same color as the other bathroom upstairs but, they had showers in them instead of bathtubs.
The living room was poinsettia red. It had enough room for a couch, two chairs, and a big flat screen TV.
The dining room was painted light, light green to where is was almost white. The floor was white. We had a big table that could hold ten people and a china cabinet that held all of our glass dishes that were very, very expensive.
Finally, my room was painted a bright teal with pink fur carpet. It already had my big, full sized bed along with my six shelf book case in my room. I had my couch that Mrs. Malfoy had bought for me on the opposite side of the stairs. I also had all of my clothes put away in my dresser or in my cornered closet. And my nightstand was in place right next to my bed. I was all ready in my room.
After we chose are rooms and got everything in the right place (using magic, of course) we met up in the kitchen.
Everyone was chattering until my dad coughed loudly and got everyone's attention.
"Okay, we have some news to tell you," my dad started.
"I'm pregnant with twins. A boy and a girl!" Mrs. Malfoy said very excitedly.
I gasped, now knowing that one of the extra room was going to be for her set for twins.
"And we have decided that Hermione is going to name the boy and Draco is going to name the girl!" Dad said.
I was not expecting this to come so, I was of course shocked. After everyone that was magical was settled in, we went back to the apartment to get everyone that was not magical's things.
When we got there I went straight to our room and found a box and started packing Craig's clothes.
"Hey, Honey," my dad said to me as he walked in and sat on mine and Malfoy's old bed.
"Hey dad,"
"I came in here to tell you that tomorrow when you get up, you have to go visit your mother," my dad said, and then, before I could blow my top off, left.
I continued to pack Craig's clothes but this time with harsh and angry movements.
The next day
I woke up at 9:00. I brushed my teeth, combed out my hair and threw it up in a very messy bun. Then I packed the items I would need for my mother's house including a notebook and a pen.
Then- at 10:30- me, Mike, Craig, and dad left for my mother's house. It was only ten minutes away so we arrived fairly quick. When we got there we all went up and Mike knocked in the door and my mum- or should I say my drunken mum- answered the door.
"What are you guys doing here?" she slurred out to where it was almost impossible to understand, totally forgetting that we have to come visit her until it is proven that it isn't safe for kids at her house or around her.
I turned and looked at my dad with an expression that said, do we really have to stay here?.
He nodded, yes, with a sorry expression and turned to go to car. As he pulled out of the driveway he waved bye. We waved bye back and then turned around to walk into the house ready with my notebook and pen to mark down how many safety violations there were so that my dad could take it to court and get us fully without us having to visit my unsafe mother who doesn't even want us unless she can get money from having us.
She treated us like toys, when we were little she loved us and played with us, as we got older it became less and less until it just stopped.
Like a kid with a blankie. When their young they hold onto it like it's the world but as they get older it gets needed less and less until finally it just disappears altogether. That's the best was I can explain it. It's totally true, which is the worst part of it all.
My brothers went upstairs checking everything up there and marking there finds while, I started going through the house and turning things off that could easily catch on fire such as: a toaster with matle on top, the over with plastic over it, microwave that had over cooked Mac-and-cheese in it that had been over cooked by at lest 20 minutes.
Then I closed the fridge and freezer. I marked all of this down as I went. I also closed and locked the back and front door.
Finally, after everything was checked, we tried to get mum- if you could call her that- to come around. I checked the clock and it was 2:30. I made all of us sandwiches with an apple.
Mike had to force feed mum because she was pretending to be a baby. After lunch, we relaxed until Mike called us for dinner.
We all ran down the stairs and ate a peaceful dinner where mother actually fed herself a little before she ran to the bathroom and threw up because of her hangover.
Then we all went upstairs to bed, Craig helping mum into bed and then going to bed himself. The next morning I was woken up to a scream from my mother.
"What's wrong, mum?" I asked/yelled while running into the bathroom. I found my mum in the corner slightly shaking. I bent down next to her really slowly.
"What's wrong?" I asked again in a calmer voice. This time she pointed across room, there on the floor- was a pregnancy test.
"You're not," I said crossed between shock and anger. She shook her head, no. I stood up, walked over to it, bent down, and slowly picked it up.
Yes, she was pregnant.
"Who's child is it?" I asked in a quite angry voice.
"Tim, your father," she said like she was completely positive.
Great, another toy for you to play with for a little bit, I thought to myself.
"We're taking you to the doctors. Today!" I said to her, not in a very cherry mood anymore. She nodded, knowing that I was angry and that it would be the wrong move to make me anymore mad than what I already was.
I, then, called dad and he came and picked me, mum, and the boys up because mum got her licenses pulled two months ago for dirking and driving. When we got there, the doctor checked out the child and said that it was doing great.
Then she pulled up a picture of the child. The only problem was, was that there were two heads…..
A/N: Cliffy… I bet you guys are mad at me, but I thought that it was a grate place to drop off. HAHAHAHA! J 3 Well there is a lot in this chapter, Hermione finds out her mother and soon to be mother are both pregnant with twins. We also learned that her mother drinks and got her licenses pulled because of it. So I wonder what Hermione is going to do about these twins?
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