The Baby Project

From Two to Six

Hermione:
Waking up this morning, I discovered both Flint and Pucey we're still passed out on our couch... good thing we don't have classes today. Instead of waking Fred to go to the castle for breakfast, I decide on cooking for the lot of us. I put on on Bacon and Sausages, the aroma soon urging Pucey to get off the couch and come help me cook. Together the two of us make a large breakfast for the four adults currently in the house, and he fixes four bottles. We work wordlessly, it's honestly the only time he and I have ever not had a snarky comment for each others. "I'll get Fred and the Babies, you wake Flint." I tell him, not expecting a reply. "Well, actually, I'll have to get Flint and Nott up... it seems like Daphne kicked him out last night so he came looking for me... long story short, you had three Slytherins crash here last night." I look at him like he's stupid, "Theodore Nott isn't in the Village?" "The other half of the fifth through seventh years were placed in a village on the other side of the Shrieking Shack."

"Well, Get him up and let him eat. I may not particularly like the three of you, but, you've been decent guests, so, you may stay today as long as you'd like." "Granger, you might as well conjure a guest room for us; Astoria is too busy fucking Pansy to help me, Goyle is a fucking idiot and Flint wouldn't let him help if his life depended on it, and Nott really pissed off Daphne... I hear she's so mad she's leaving Hogwarts. Theo'll be stuck with Silas once she's gone." The sudden realization that the three Slytherins would be in and out of my home for the rest of the year hits me like a train. Not only would I be mothering Leo and Brody... but more than likely Rhea, Myra, and Silas as well. "I don't even care anymore. I'll have Fred help me set up a room for the three of you and if Umbridge has anything to say about it, she can take it up with Fred and George." A grin works its way onto Puceys face, he extends his hand to me and reintroduces himself. "Hello, I'm Adrian Pucey, I'd very much like to be your friend."

Rolling my eyes I take his hand, "Hermione Granger, And I think I'll take you up on that offer. Lovely to meet you, properly, Adrian." Calling a truce with Adrian Pucey is the last thing I expected to be doing this morning, but, it also brings a very calming feeling over me, one I've not yet gotten used to feeling. "Oh, Hermione, I should also warn you; Blaise Zabini was assigned to be a single parent for the year... they used some fourth year Gryffindor girls hair to have two sets of DNA in the potion." Wait a second... fourth year Gryffindor girl? Ginny Weasley was the only fourth year Gryffindor girl. "Poor Zabini." Is all I say, not wanting to give away that I know anything, I'll have to write Molly later. "So, I suspect he'll be here a bit too; he and Theo have a tendency to travel in sets of two, much like Marcus and I." It takes a moment for me to understand what he's saying, but when it sinks in I laugh. "Don't worry, Adrian, I'll be sure I put four beds in our guest room... unless you plan on sleeping on top of Flint like last night."

"I'll have you know, Marcus and I have shared a dorm since we were eleven; and a bed many a night. Especially since our sixth year." I remember, last year like it happened yesterday. You-Know-Who had returned, and many people told Harry he was insane; even members of our own house don't believe him. Ron and I could only do so much for him though. "You might as well go find Zabini while I conjure up the guest room and fix a dining room." I change the subject and hurry Adrian out the front door and watch as he walks out towards the road adjacent from ours. Not wasting any time I transfigure the kitchen table into one that'll seat six and grin at my handiwork. Walking into the living room, I find Theodore Nott curled up in our fluffy chair, and Marcus Flint still sleeping soundly on the couch. "Wake up! Breakfast!" I shout, laughing as both boys shoot up from their sleeping positions and glare at me. "Don't give me those looks, Adrian and I made breakfast; and he's gone to retrieve Zabini while I prepare the four of you a guest room."

Walking upstairs, I find Fred already awake and changing diapers. His nose is scrunched up in the cute way only his does as he opens the bin and drops in a armful of dirty diapers. "Babies are gross." He says to himself as he places a now dressed Rhea back into her crib. It doesn't take me long to realize that all four babies are dressed and ready to go. "How long have you been up?" My voice startles Fred and he jumps slightly. "I'm a Weasley, I've been up since you put the bacon on." I laugh at the honesty in his answer, and move to look in on Leo and Brody. They've been getting a bit bigger everyday and it's noticeable; So noticeable that even other students are commenting on it. "I wasn't going to ask you about this, simply tell you, I'm making an extra bedroom for Nott, Flint, Zabini, and Adrian. They need all the help they can get and we've got more than enough experience with helping people." Fred spins around to look at me, his eyes wide as he starts doing math in his head. "Hermione, Love, are you mental? That'll be six babies."

"I know, Three girls and three boys... Speaking of Zabini's girl, I need to write your mother." With that, I sidestep Fred and head towards our patio on the second floor. Stepping out onto it, I begin casting spells and soon enough I'm standing in a four person bedroom. I move to head downstairs, but stop and instead enter Leo and Brody's room. With a flick of my wand, their cribs are gone and replaced with six cribs, stacked, three in each row. Grinning at my work, I walk downstairs and find the four Slytherin boys and Fred struggling to eat and feed the babies at the same time. Sighing, I walk around the room and take the babies from the boys one by one; placing each baby in one of two playpen's, depending on their gender, and I watch as they begin to lazily doze back to sleep. Turning back to the boys, I begin barking out orders. "You four, Go to your homes and bring your clothes and your children's clothes back here; Your room is the one at the end of the hallway upstairs... you can decide who gets what bunk. I'll see all of you later; I have to go write Molly."

(Let Me Know What You Think; Sorry it's Dull)

Silas Nott ^

Athena Zabini ^

The babies bed situation ^

Blaise, Theo, Adrian, and Marcus's room ^