Wand Hopping ; D.M.

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I realize I haven't updated much due to my mental health not being great... But since it's spring break and this story just hit 2k reads, I will try to get a few chapters up! Thank you all so much for the support.

Elsie Granger

The girls had pulled us both out of bed to go downstairs. They had practically dragged us down the grand staircase.

Lily was the first one I saw and she was on the rug of the living room playing with small toys. On the sofa were the Longbottoms, some of my favorite people to see. Draco has gotten used to seeing Gryffindors more often than he would like to, but he has also impregnated a muggle-born witch twice and married her.

Ivy was sitting on Norah's lap as happy as could be. Narcissa made tea and we left the kids to the maid, Narcissa, Neville, and Draco. Norah and I snuck off to the library to have some alone time.

There was so much I wanted to tell her and so much on her mind as well. As soon as the door to the library shut, she began to talk.

"I have been dying for a few minutes alone," she sighed, "so I came here because you're the only one who truly understands."

"Do you think Draco and Neville are making friends right now? Or do you think they're sitting in silence?" I laughed.

She laughed in response, "They will need to make friends eventually, don't you think?"

"I have much more faith that the kids will all become friends than the two of them will ever say a word to each other."

"That is unless the kids are all separated into different houses and never get the chance to talk."

"That is true, as long as they do not make enemies of each other I suppose." I responded.

"I truly hope they all become good friends and have a better social life than I did."

"You have never been as hated as I. I would have rather been unnoticed than noticed for the wrong reasons."

"I suppose you're right. I just do not want to raise Ivy or Lily to be antisocial like I was. They do not need to be whores, but I would like for them to have some friends."

"Is that an insult against me?" I laughed.

"Oh god, no. I just don't want to be a grandmother before I am in my forties at least. Or maybe mid-forties."

We both laughed as we looked about the room, thinking of an appropriate topic to talk about next.

"Would you agree sex is better after marriage?" she asked with a large grin across her face.

"Yes." I took barely any time to answer, "Though it's a rare occasion."

"A rare occasion? Did you marry a celibate or elderly man? Don't tell me it's already gotten to once a month."

I looked down and played with my hands, "Worse."

"Worse!" she exclaimed, "You need sex therapy."

"I need what?"

"Sex therapy. It's where a therapist tells you how to shag the right way. I heard it's done wonders for your sister's relationship."

"Oh ew! I didn't want to know what and why would you?"

"You seriously don't eavesdrop?" She gave a more serious look, "Old Elsie could eavesdrop all day and never become bored of the drama. You've changed."

"You're an arse." I laughed.

We continued talking before we realized we should probably look after our kids. It may have been about an hour or two, we did not bother to look or to care. We wanted time to ourselves, so that's what we got.