A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #5 -Media studies - Task #7 - #repost:Write about something being repeated.

Writing Club March

Disney Challenge: Suspicious Minds: Write about someone being suspicious.

Word Count: 512

"Severus, have you ever noticed how small this house is?" Hermione asked. Severus looked up from his dinner. Rose had already been put to bed.

"No," he stated, stabbing a piece of roast.

"It's kind of small. I mean, Rose is growing, getting into everything. She's only got her bedroom. Maybe a nice playroom would help?" she suggested.

"This house is fine, Hermione."

"I think we might need a bigger one," Hermione argued. Severus sighed and looked at his wife. What was she blathering on about? The house was perfect for their small family.

"Hermione, what is it you're not telling me? Did Rose do something to my lab?"

"No, she knows she's not allowed down there."

"Then why are you suddenly pushing for us to move? Don't tell me you got into a fight with Mrs. Watson."

"I never fight with the neighbors, I leave that for you," Hermione snorted. Severus smiled. She was right about that. So far, most their neighbors hated him for various reasons. He was perfectly fine with that, it simply meant he didn't have to deal with them at cook outs or block parties or anything else that would usually have required his attendance.

"You could use a bigger lab," Hermione suggested. "Maybe a whole basement, not just one little section?"

Severus stared at her. Obviously she was up to something. She'd been acting odd lately, now that he thought about it. She hadn't been home when he'd called a few days ago. She'd bought so many biscuits they would barely fit in the cupboard. Now, she wanted to move house?

"Spill it, Granger," he ordered. She had kept her maiden name. Severus had always wondered if she just liked the way he said it.

"Fine, but you have to promise not to overreact, like you always do."

"I only overreact when you do something dangerous. What have you done now?"

"More like, what have we done," she whispered. "Severus, I know we talked about only having Rose and you not liking children too much. And I know I just finally got back to a routine with work... But remember that batch of potion that we both thought seemed slightly off?"

"Yes, what of it?" he asked, taking a bite of his dinner.

"It was off," she stated. "You're going to be a father, again," she added, giving him a guilty looking smile. Severus dropped the fork from his hand. It hit the china plate with a twinkling sound. He stared at Hermione, blinked a few times, and slowly a smile crossed his usually scowling face.

"Now that you mention it. This house is a bit small. Maybe we do need something bigger? I'm thinking three bedrooms? We could use one as a playroom for the children," he suggested. "And I'm going hold you to the idea of having a whole basement for a lab."

Hermione sighed in relief.

"I'll get the real estate listings page of the Prophet," she said with a smile. "Oh, and Severus, there's a small chance it might be twins," she added, quickly slipping from the room.