55: Witchy Sleepover

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Hermione

Luna got the snacks and baby friendly mocktail ingredients together, and I grabbed what skin care and nail things we would need for the evening. We were both terribly worried about our wizards, but I agreed with Luna that worrying and stressing over things that we couldn't control wouldn't be helping matters much.

We set all of this up in the most modern room of the Manor, the theater room, and Luna brought out a few rom coms, some outright comedies, and that medieval Richard Gere film that had come out a few years ago. Luna giggled when she popped in the Monty Python film she found.

"Oh my, I didn't know Severus liked deprecating British comedy," She commented, opening up a cool ranch Doritos bag and French dip case as she settled on the couch beside me. "Oh, no! That muggle was actually trying to put his father in law on the dead plague pile with all of the other smelly bodies! I mean, I find Mr Malfoy annoying sometimes but...oh, no, never that much."

I laughed, "The way Severus tells his family history, I would've gladly done that to his father. I mean, who puts cigarettes out on his child?"

Luna frowned, "A very nasty man like our pasty Crypt Keeper meanie who leads the deatheaters. Yep, that got dark way too quick. I'm gonna watch the movie now. Yes, indeedy."

We did, and then switched over to watching First Knight as we painted our toe nails. We passed popcorn between each other, and Luna commented halfway through it, "Guenivere doesn't know Lancelot that well, and Arthur is ancient. She should just get to know both of them better, Arthur too, even after she gets like us and sports a quaffle under her dresses."

I applied her top coat after her egg shell blue nails were dry enough, "True, but come on, as cute as Rich is, he was like never James Bond at one time. Who can like compare with a suave MI6, muggle undercover Auror adjacent guy?"

Luna giggled, "I guess when you put it that way that's very true. My dad never let me watch too many muggle movies, but my mum was a bit more flexible before she...um, had her fatal accident in the kitchen one morning."

"You never said how it happened exactly," I prompted, out of pure curiosity.

Luna sighed, taking a small sip of her diet cherry Pepsi. "Mum loved inventing spells, but she was an especially gifted Potioneer. She could have gone on to be a Potions Mistress, she was that good. Anyway, that morning, she was experimenting with some odd explosive materials, and, well, they got too volatile when she put them in her cauldron, and she tried using one of her invented spells to seal in the magic. The cauldron exploded, killing her almost instantly. Luckily, I was in the gardens trying to harvest drigible plums, or I would have been killed as well."

"That's horrible!"

"Yes, but I have dad...kind of. He didn't like that I had to marry Draco, but I hope he comes around to the idea at some point," Luna drank more of her soda. "How did your parents feel about you and Severus?"

I winced at that, and stamped down the urge to cry. Even now, the fact that my parents had no memory of my existence hurt my heart, particularly because I was pregnant with their grandsons. Luna reached over, and patted my hands. "I...I'm sorry, Hermione. If they're dead, you don't have to talk about them if you don't want to."

I shook my head. "No, it's alright. I made a terrible life altering decision that I cannot take back. Before this whole debacle with Dumbledore dying on the Astronomy tower, me being kidnapped, and then deflowered in the most bizarre manner possible, and then having to marry the wizard responsible," I gestured to my big belly, "I wiped my parent's memories of my very existence from their minds. I then relocated them to Australia where I hope they are alive and well. The problem is is that when I consulted the Ministry's Obliviators about how I cast the memory charm, they told me in no uncertain terms that they wouldn't be able to reverse the spell. So, they won't be able to meet Aramis and Cadmus, or any other grandchildren I might have after them."

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