Chapter 2 : Positive
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Positive. I shook it again as if it were an etch a sketch. Positive. My hands are shaking. Could I be pregnant? I run to the medicine cabinet and find another one. I wait a couple more minutes. Positive.
“Did you ever think of having another baby?” I asked as Draco was reading. Scorpius was down for his nap.
“I guess,” Draco says now looking up from his book.
“I guess? Draco, this is a serious question. You can’t just answer I guess.”
“Well I don’t know. Don’t you want to wait until Scorpius is a tiny bit older?”
“Draco, he’s five. I think he’s old enough,” I say looking at Draco. Draco wasn’t looking up from his book. “Can you pay attention please?
“I think we should wait a little bit. At least until Scorpius can fully understand that he’s going to be a big brother.”
“But he might understand it now.”
“I don’t think we’re ready to have another child,” He look back down to his book. I knew then, that that was the end of this conversation.
I sigh. “Okay.”
Scorpius was 16 now. I think he would be old enough to understand now. But what if he doesn’t take it well? I tried again five more times. Positive. Positive. Positive. Positive. Positive. It was official. I was pregnant.
It wasn’t even a special occasion when Draco and I had sex! It was just a “what the hell, let’s do it” type of thing.
I was reading a book on the bed as Draco walks in from the kitchen. He leans across the bed and puts his arm around my waist and kisses me on the cheek and shoulder. I know enough about Draco’s body language, and I could tell what he wanted.
I sigh and groan. “Not tonight, Draco,” I complain. I really wasn’t in the mood tonight to do anything except fall asleep.
Obviously Draco didn’t hear me well enough. He began to kiss me on the cheek and would slowly move down to my shoulders. “Draco!” I plead. “Please!”
“Come on,” He persuades kissing me more. “When’s the last time?”
“Draco!” I squeak as I giggle as Draco leans over more and more. He and I are both laughing now as Draco begins to take his shirt off and slowly moves to take mine.
I began to pace the room. How could we have been so irresponsible? How was I going to tell Draco? I’m sure that Draco would take it pretty well. But what if he doesn’t? When we wanted to have a first child, it took months and months to play everything down to a T. This was so, out of the blue. Well, not really, obviously Draco and I should have been smarter. I’ve been thinking about it, but I haven’t really been able to have a chance to tell Draco about it. It would be a big shock to him.
I found the baby blue onesie with a tiny elephant on it. This was the one.
“Alright Hugo,” I say as I pull out the tray of cookies. “They should be done.” Hugo tries to take a cookie, I smack his hand. “They’re hot. You’ll have to wait.”
I knew it was wrong to leave. I didn’t want to leave in the first place. I went to Hogshead in Hogsmeade. I wasn’t planning on staying there for long, I knew Hermione was going to be pissed at me. I sigh as I walk in the front door.
12 years ago, whenever I would walk in the door, I would get a huge yell of “Daddy!” as a four year old and a toddling one year old would great me at the door with a huge hug. Now, it was just silence as I was the one who had to say hello first and then get a “hullo” back. How the times have changed.
The smell of baked goods fills the air. “I’m home,” I say as I walk into the kitchen.
“Great!” Hermione says as she slams down the whisk. “Just great.” She walks out the kitchen into the dining room. “No calls. No owl. NOTHING!”
I didn’t know what to say. I follow her into the dining room. “I didn’t know I have to tell you every little detail of my life!”
“Well no one just wanders off for five hours and arrives home late without telling anyone! You know what Ron? This happens every time I tell you big life changing news or you and I get in a fight! And I’m getting sick and tired of it!”
I was speechless. Hermione got me so well. It was almost scary. She was yelling at me for no reason. There was nothing I could say. I grab Hermione and I hug her close.
Instantly, Hermione stopped yelling. She hugged me back and began to cry. “I was so scared that something happened to you.” She sniffles.
I held Hermione even close as she sobs into my arms. “It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m fine.”
Rose and Hugo run upstairs. “Mom, Dad?” Rose says as she peeks out the door, Hugo’s head pops up from behind hers. “Is everything okay?”
Hermione quickly lets go of me and wipes the tears from her face. She hated crying in front of the kids, or anyone in general. “Yeah everything’s fine. Great. Did you find a movie to watch yet?” She asked in an attempt to change the subject. “What about Babbity Rabbity? It’s your father’s favorite anyway,” She looks up and smiles at me.
Rose smiles at Hermione. “Yeah sounds like a good one. I’ll go find it,” And the two disappear to the basement.
She looks to me. I could still see the tears in her eyes. “Everytime you leave, I fear that something is going to happen to you. Something bad.”
“Well you don’t have to worry anymore.” I reassure. “I’m not going to leave anymore. I promise.”
Hermione smiles up at me. Even after all these years, she still has to look up at me. “You promise?”
“Mom! Dad! The movie?” Hugo yells from downstairs.
Hermione and I both giggle as I lean in to kiss her. She smiles up at me. “The movie?” She says laughing. “Let’s go.”
Christmas Eve, the day of stress. The day consists of Astoria organizing the family get together and Scorpius and I doing some last minute shopping.
“Hey,” I say as I walk downstairs. Astoria jumps three feet into the air. “Scorpius and I are going to go to Hogsmeade to ... uh.... get some butterbeer.”
She laughs at me and begins to look through the Christmas cards from families and friends that she got in the post today. “You say that everyday and yet you still come home with none.”
“Well the last time we got them we drank them all on the way here?” I say trying to hide Scorpius’s and my secret.
“I doubt that’s possible. I already know what you guys are doing anyway. You don’t have to hide,” She grins as she still looks through the mail.
I hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek. She smiles. “So what’s for breakfast?” I ask looking over to the kitchen.
“Eggs sunny side up. They’re on the dining room table. Right next to the crisp bacon, toasty toast and orange juice, no pulp.”
“You know me so well,” I say as I kiss her on the cheek.
Scorpius is already at the table, grabbing large spoonfuls of everything. “Do they not feed you at Hogwarts?” I chuckle as I sit down next to him. “You ready for Hogsmeade today?”
“Totally” Scorpius says with a mouthful of eggs.
“Chew with your mouth closed at the table Scorpius,” Astoria says as she joins us at the table. “Can you pick up a couple of galleons from Gringots please?” She grabs an egg and three pieces of bacon. “And a copy of the Daily Prophet too.”
“Will do.” I say as I finish my last bites of eggs. “Come on Scorpius finish up your food. We got to go.” I get up and grab my coat.
We use the floo network to get to Flourish and Blotts Book Store. “I’m going to find something to get someone at Weasley Wiza-”
“Don’t ever go to that store!” I warn Scorpius. “Those Weasleys are a disgrace to wizards all around.”
“I know that Dad,” Scorpius says as he continues to walk with me through the street. “That Weasley girl in my class is so annoying.”
I pat him on the back. “So’s the rest of them Scorpius,” I change the sad subject quickly. “So, what are you thinking of getting your mother for Christmas?”
“I was thinking maybe a new cookbook. She’s found out she likes to cook,” He says as he looks through a window with a new broomstick gleaming in the display. The new Firebolt 2.0.
“Why don’t you find that at Flourish and Blotts. I’ll go to Gringots to get Mum her money. I’ll meet you at the book store,” I say trying to get rid of Scorpius.
“Alright Dad, see you then,” Scorpius says as he walks off.
I quickly walk into the broom store and order Scorpius that broom he was eyeing. This was going to be the best Christmas for him!
“Daddy?” I say in my I’m-the-cutest-little-girl-in-the-world voice. “Can you take me to Flourish and Blotts today please? There’s a new magazine of Witches Weekly that came out and I want to get it.”
“Yeah, I was going to head over there anyway,” Mum walks down the steps. Dad’s voice booms into an announcers voice. “There she is! The new editor of the Daily Prophet!” He smiles as Mum. Dad’s crazy, I don’t even know why Mum would stay with him.
Mum looked like she just woke up. “Nungh,” She grunts as she grabs the muggle drink Coffee. I tried it once, it tasted horrible, I don’t know how she likes it. “Thanks,” She smiles with a tired look.
“Well Rose and I are going to Hogsmeade. Do you need anything?” Dad asks.
Mum motions to Dad to go to the kitchen. They might think that their secret codes of looks fool us, but its such a lie. I figured out their looks since I was 10, they’re so easy. The look Mum just gave Dad was ‘Please go to the (insert room here), I need to talk to you about something that the kids shouldn’t hear about’ They seriously think that Hugo and I are stupid.
I stand at the door for five minutes as I hear whispers coming from the kitchen. “Dad!” I yell to the kitchen. “Let’s go!”
“Alright!” He rushes in as he folds a note into his pocket.
“Oh uhh shopping list from your Mother.”
“Oh cool we can split it up.”
“Oh no,” Dad says quickly.
I knew instantly that it was a shopping list for Christmas. Probably for me and Hugo. “Okay.” I shrug.
Dad drops me off at Flourish and Blotts and says he’s going to go to Weasley Wizard Wheezes to visit Uncle George. “See you then Dad!” I smile at him.
I walk into the store and head straight to the Teen Witch section. After passing the loads and loads of love stories, I finally make it to the magazine section. I instantly pick Witches Weekly and begin reading the first article.
“Be careful Weasley, if you buy that magazine, your family might starve for a couple of days!”
I knew who that voice was instantly. I roll my eyes.“Come on Scorpius, it’s the holidays, can you cut me some slack?” I say without looking up from my article about removing warts.
“Aw I don’t think I should.” He teases.
I run to Rose and my’s bathroom. It was locked. “Washing my hands!” Rose says through the door. I walk to Mum and Dad’s bathroom. There were two sinks in their bathroom. Dad’s was usually dirty with toothpaste and shaving cream, so I go to Mums.
I add a glop of soap to my hands and begin to rub them together. I look into the sink and there was a strange looking wand in the sink. It was pink and on the end was a small little plus sign. I decide to wash my hands in Dad’s sink then. I dry my hands and grab the small wand to study closer. I had no idea what it was. Mum will probably know though. I walk downstairs to see Mum standing in the doorway and Dad and Rose were sitting at the table.
“Mum, whats this?” I say handing her the pink wand.
I wake up at 9:30 with a shock. First, my nose stopped being numb and was turning back to it’s normal shape. Second, Mom was usually the one to wake me up at 7 to go make breakfast. There must be something wrong. I rush downstairs to find Mom and Dad sitting there at the chairs sipping pumpkin juice and reading the Daily Prophet.
“Sweetheart, it’s not bruised. It was broken. Once you were asleep I used a repair potion on it. It knocks you out instantly and causes much pain. So I didn’t tell you. I hope you’re not mad.”
“No, I’m not mad,” I say. “Thanks for helping.”
“I went to go check on you at 7, but you were fast asleep. I didn’t want to wake you. So your father and I were just sitting down here and enjoying the Daily Prophet,” She explains.
“Well not anymore,” Dad says throwing down the paper. “Look at the front cover.” He spits.
I look sideways at the paper:
Hermione WEASLEY - DAILY PROPHET’S NEW EDITOR!
Hermione Weasley, age 42 has been elected the new head editor of the Daily Prophet. A new record for the daily prophet as she becomes the youngest editor of the Daily Prophet in 100 years. “I knew this was a good choice,” Said previous editor James Fletch. “I’ve trusted Hermione with other big projects so I knew that she was the best choice I have.”
Weasley’s hit column Mums of Wizards and Witches will still be written by her, but would instead become a weekly thing instead of a daily one. “I know people are going to be disappointed about that one,” Rita Skeeter, Senior Reporter claims. “But that just gives me more space for me to write more breaking news!”
Hermione currently lives in the hidden part of London right outside the streets of Hogsmeade. She lives with her husband, Ron Weasley, Auror and her two children. Rose Weasley who is in her sixth year at Hogwarts and Hugo Weasley who is in his third year.
“I’m ecstatic to be the new editor!” Hermione says with a smile worth about a million galleons. “I will definitely not let the readers down!”
“Looks like they already let one reader down,” Dad says disappointed. “Why would they make a mudblood an editor!?”
“Draco, it’s Christmas. Can you please no work on one of your plans to bring Dark Magic up again? Or muggleborns?” Mom says impatiently.
“It should be you having that job,” Dad says to Mum.
Mum laughs. “Draco, I quit my job when we found out we were pregnant with Scorpius! I could never hold down a job like that,”
“Well you would do a better job than that Mudblood.”
“Hermione was a much better writer than me, and I knew it too, we worked together a lot. And I would appreciate it if you didn’t call her that. She’s an old work friend of mine!” She smiles at Dad. “Come on!” Mom runs to the living room and sits beside the tree.
Mom laughs at the two of us. “Well I doubt I can top that present! But I think you two will love this present.” She hands me and Dad the baby blue wrapping paper.
A/N - Sorry about the whole weird paragraph spacing on the page! I was having many problems with the darn chapter text thing! But I hope you enjoy it! Oh and hey! I just found out how to do an A/N! :D Be sure to read my other story if you can't stand the wait of the next chapter :P Thank you so much for reading! I travel a lot so it might take a while for me to update but I'll update as soon as I can! But until the next time, keep Pottering on! :P
~ The Brightest Of Her Age :-)
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