The Baby Project

10 Years Later

Hermione hadn't stopped crying all morning. She felt liked she blinked, and the past 10 years had gone by. Her three babies were now packing their trunks upstairs. Letters in hand. Ready to go to Hogwarts. How had 10 years have gone by so quickly?

"It is going to be alright, dear." Draco was holding her in his lap. He had been wondering if she was going to stop crying at all today. "Just think how excited you were to go to Hogwarts finally." 

"I know, but all of our other friends have children to bring back with them. To have for at least another year. We are letting all three of our babies leave." 

"You know, we could finally take another vacation. Just the two of us." 

"I suppose. But what if they get hurt. What if they get into trouble." 

"Of course, they are going to get hurt or get into trouble. Their best friend is James Potter. And you are their mother. You broke more school rules than anyone else I know." 

"That is not helping." Hermione wiped her tears when she heard the clunking of trunks descending the stairs.

"Good morning, children," Draco helped by levitating all the trunks on to one another and placing them by the door. The children had smiles on their faces that couldn't be ripped off for anything.

"Good morning Dad," Scorpius kissed Hermione on the cheek as he did every morning and then sat in his seat to start on breakfast. 

"Morning," Hyperion sat down in his seat and started eating. Even though he was the smallest when he was born, he had shot up in the past year and was now the tallest of the three. He ate non stop, and Hermione was sure he would be amazed at the amount of food at the feast. 

Ara smiled at Hermione and then jumped onto Draco's lap, "Morning, daddy. Can we go, please?" She was the most excited about starting school and had even read all of her books already. 

"Not yet, sweetheart. Eat your breakfast first for me, and then we can go alright." She smiled and hopped off and went to her own seat. 

"Are you alright, mama?" She turned to look at Hermione. 

"Yes, dear. Just going to miss you is all," 

"I will miss your stories the most, mom," Scorp started up, and Hermione smiled at what he said.

"Yeah, but don't worry, I'll keep the two of them in line," Hyperion started talking next. They always did this. So connected. It baffled Hermione. 

"And I'll make them study," Ara glared at her brothers before smiling brightly back at her parents.

"And we will be home for Christmas, wouldn't want to miss Grandmother Weasley's cooking," Scorpius concluded. 

Hermione admired her 11-year-olds for making her feel so much better than she was just a couple of minutes ago. She was sure that they were speaking all truths as well. Ara had already been on the boys about reading, Hyperion always kept the three of them in line as much as possible, and Scorpius was the leader of the group. Hermione supposed that it came with being the firstborn.

"I hope you all love every minute of it," Draco started to eat the food that was on the plate in front of him.

"I will, I am sure of it," Scorpius beamed towards Draco, and the other two nodded in agreement.

"Dad, what if we are all in different houses?" Hyperion had been worried about this since their letters came. They had been together since they were born, and for the first time, they could all be separated.

"I'm sure you'll have time to study together." Hermione smiled and held in tears.

"yes, and quidditch matches, you can all be together. Not to mention I'm sure you'll be able to sit with one another at lunch, maybe even breakfast."