uck you, Hermione, Fuck you."
Hermione couldn't take it anymore, she went to the couch, empty of tears, and lay there, closing her eyes, letting the darkness overtake her.
Hermione was sitting comfortably on her couch, humming a happy tune, smiling at her ten year old children's antics.
Her life couldn't get any better than it was right now. Her children were the smartest in their classes (they still weren't eleven, so they hadn't got their letters, yet), and she had a wonderful husband who she was married to for the past four years.
And, if possible, her life was going to get better: she was expecting again. Their third child was to be born in eight months. She smiled happily while knitting small pastel yellow booties.
Just then, the doors opened revealing a guilty looking Harry.
"Hello, Harry," Hermione said carefully. He mumbled something and hung his coat.
James and Lily ran to their father, enveloping him in a hug. He smiled a small smile, eyes brimming with tears, and kissed their foreheads. He walked towards his wife, who was starting to get worried, and knelt in front of her, gently taking her hands his.
"Hermione." He spoke quietly, almost as if talking to himself. "I… I-I need to talk to you privately. It-it's urgent."
Hermione was now very scared. What was so important that he couldn't talk to her in front of their children?
She nodded and they went to the kitchen. He quickly cast a Silencing Charm, and then said, "I… I don't know how you're going to take this, but…" he mumbled something after.
"Harry, I didn't hear you," Hermione said, getting closer. He took a step back and now Hermione was very worried.
"I-I said…" he took a long breath, and letting it out, he said, "I want a divorce."
Hermione's eyes widened. No, no, this couldn't be happening. No, her mind wouldn't believe it. No, it wasn't possible. She was happy right where she was; James and Lily were happy with their lives, she was happy with her life, and, she used to think, Harry was happy. But apparently, she was wrong.
"What?" she whispered.
He closed his eyes and exhaled. "It's over… I… I don't love you. I don't think I ever did." He turned around, his back facing her. "Give James and Lily everything, I don't care. I'll find some other way to live."
Her eyes were stinging. No! This couldn't be happening! She had to stop this nonsense. "You're lying. You wouldn't do that, ever. I know you wouldn't. You do love us, you said so yourself!" Tears were now leaking through and she turned Harry around forcefully, seeing tears brim his eyes. "Do our vows mean nothing? Do our children mean nothing? Does this unborn child mean nothing? Do I mean nothing!?" She was now shouting, shaking his shoulders violently.
His eyes widened in shock, and his eyes went down to her stomach where a—no, not just a, his—child was, tucked safely inside Hermione's womb. But still, he couldn't do this, no; he had a life to live with, with Ginny—his one true love.
"I… I was young, Hermione, I was only twenty! And our children, we were fucking fourteen years old! And… but, this – this child… I… I don't know, do what you want, I don't care. You – I – I can't live like – like this any more. I – what I mean – you – they…" he sighed and came out with it. "I need someone who loves me, Hermione, and I found out only one person loves me for me."
She furiously shook her head, not accepting the fact that Harry didn't love her. Or rather, never had. Was all of the time he said 'I love you' rubbish? Had they meant nothing? What about all of the times he'd simply give her gifts, thanking her for being his wife? Had they meant nothing?
She tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, not letting go. She wasn't going to let go. Not now, not ever. Harry was hers and only hers. She didn't care if she was being selfish, but she was his and she knew it, there was never any doubt that he loved her. She started sobbing uncontrollably, tightening her grip on her husband.
"Don't leave," she whispered. "I love you. I love you, I really do."
"I'm sorry, Hermione, but Ginny is waiting." He pried her arms away from him long enough to walk out of the kitchen and give his children one last hug and kiss goodbye before disappearing out of their lives forever.
Hermione's eyes snapped open and she stood up, tears threatening to fall.
No, Hermione's mind reasoned, it was just a dream—no, a nightmare.
Harry would never betray her like that, right?
After their newest fight today, she wasn't so sure. Sure, Harry was mad, but was he mad enough to go off, kissing another woman, and break off all connections with her and their children?
No, her mind said.
But that wasn't good enough; she'd have to figure out first hand.
"Dobby?" she called out.
There was a 'pop' and the house-elf appeared, smiling slightly. Seeing her face, the elf's face quickly became one of concern.
"Is Miss comfy? Is something wrong is Mister Harry Potter sir?" Dobby asked, walking up to the girl.
She sniffed and forced back the tears. "Th-they're okay, Dobby. I was just wondering if you could watch James and Lily? I have to do something."
Dobby nodded, though his expression was still one of worry. "Dobby is delighted. Since Dobby already works for Mister and Miss Harry Potter sir, Dobby must do it."
She raised an eyebrow. If she had been calmer, she would've told Dobby that he didn't have to do it, though she wasn't, and had a mission.
She smiled and went into the bathroom to check her reflection. She grimaced as she saw herself. No wonder why Harry left me,she thought bitterly, looking at her bushy mane of hair, her body, which still had some of the weight she gained from the twins, over-sized front teeth, and plain features.
Setting her eyes downcast, she left and walked towards the Gryffindor Common Room. She braced herself for what she thought was going to be a storm, and walked out.
What she saw was worse: Harry and Ginny were kissing.
She felt as though all of the oxygen in her body was punched out of all. No, this couldn't be happening, could it?
No…
She saw Ginny loop her arms around Harry, who, she noted, seemed to want to pull back.
She sniffed and spoke barely above a whisper: "How could you, Harry?"
Harry pulled back, glaring at Ginny, who seemed to be a little put off, and then towards Hermione. "This isn't what it looks like." He cursed at the clichéd words, but it was true. He stood up and walked towards Hermione, who, in turn, bolted out of the Common Room, forgetting that the portrait to their rooms was open.
He sighed and chased after her, leaving a grinning Ginny behind.
0—0—0—0
Tears were streaming down Hermione's face as she ran through the halls. She wasn't sure where she was going, but quiet frankly, she didn't care at the moment. Too many thoughts were going through her mind to comprehend anything. Didn't he love her? Didn't he even care for her? What about their children? They were but mere infants and now Harry was off kissing other girls. Was he tired of her and now he wanted to taste the different varieties out there? Was it because of their earlier fight about sex?
She could hear the screams of Harry, calling her, chasing after her. But he couldn't catch up; she had at least a ten second advantage, and though she wasn't athletic—and he was-she still had the advantage of starting before him.
She was quickly bolted out of her thoughts when she ran into someone—rather forcefully. She fell back, but her fell broke when someone caught her: Draco.
"Slow down Granger, you could've hurt yourself." He grinned despite the situation. He then noticed the tears that were still streaming down her cheeks. "What happened, Granger? Did Weasley do something?"
"HERMIONE!" Harry shouted, catching up to them.
She quickly got up and hid behind Draco, hoping that he hadn't seen her. Draco looked at her oddly, though he said nothing.
"Hermione, please talk to me," Harry said, trying to catch his breath. "I… I can explain."
"You cheated on me!" she shot back from behind Draco.
"Golden Boy cheated on Granger?" Draco asked sneering. "Why…?"
"Well, if Hermione'd let me explain, I would!" he shouted, temper getting the better of him… again.
"Explain, then," Draco commanded, moving aside so he could see Hermione.
He sighed and stepped closer to Hermione; she took a step back. "Please, Hermione, you understand don't you?"
"No, Harry, for once I don't. Explain." It was simple and to the point, just the way Hermione wanted it. She wasn't in the mood to be playing with Harry, and apparently Draco wasn't either. (She still didn't know why though, Draco had always been closer to Harry.)
"I – I – okay… I was pissed at Hermione and then I stormed off. I was pacing around, forcing to calm myself down, and – I don't know – I guess – Ginny – and she – with the-"
"Spit it out," Draco countered, anger rising. He might've been the boy's friend, but he wasn't going to tolerate the boy's ramblings.
"She kissed me—and I didn't realize it until Hermione started talking," he finished lamely.
"Oh, Harry?" Hermione said, walking towards Harry. "If so, then if you hadn't 'realized' it until I came it, then what would've happened if I didn't come in?!" replied Hermione, now fuming.
"I would've stopped!" he retorted, stepping even closer to her.
"Oh really, Harry, is that so? Why, then, had you only stopped after I caught you?" she asked, looking down at her boyfriend.
"Because I didn't have the time to react, Hermione! Ginny put her arms around me, and then you just popped up!" he shouted.
They were very thankful that everyone was either sleeping or outside; Harry couldn't afford to stand having an audience.
All of a sudden, she flung her arms around him, nearly tackling him to the floor, and started sobbing. He stumbled back, not prepared at the sudden contact, but then he relaxed, putting his arms around her and burying his face in her hair.
Draco blinked. "Didn't see that coming," he muttered. "Must be the pent up-" His eyes widened in alarm as a thought struck his mind. "Harry, where are your kids?"
Harry untangled himself from Hermione and crunched up his face in thought. All of a sudden, Hermione's eyes widened in horror.
"They're-they're in our – oh god – Ginny – open… Oh God no!" she whimpered. Draco looked at her, confused, but Harry, apparently, knew what she was talking about, and they ran towards the Gryffindor Tower.
"Hey, you don't leave Malfoy's behind, Potter!" he shouted, running behind them.
0—0—0—0
Ginny grinned. This was going to be too easy, wasn't it? She looked behind her at the open portrait and casually walked in.
She looked inside and gaped. It was like the Common Room outside, but a bit smaller. There were two desks on the opposite sides of the room—one neat, the other messy. Ginny looked to her left and saw three rows of shelves, all filled with extra supplies of various things, and books. There was a stand, no doubt for Harry's precious Firebolt, and a few clean diapers were randomly scattered around. The couches were near a fire, which was lit, while two little swinging chairs were next to the armchairs.
They shouldn't be getting all of this. Gods, just because he got a mudblood—
"Miss Weasey?" Dobby asked emerging from the nursery. "How did you get here? Only Mister Harry Potter sir and his Miss is able to be getting here." His eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion.
Well, I got this far, how will fooling a house-elf be any more difficult? She thought, smiling slightly at the elf, not noticing the look from him.
"Harry and Hermione told me their password. I'm just taking Lily out to Hermione so she could feed her," she lied swiftly.
"But only Mister Harry Potter and his Miss is able to say the password."
She blinked. She hadn't known that. "Yes, I know that's why they said the password and told me to get her." She smiled at her lie.
"If Mister and Miss said password, then why didn't one of them take little Miss Potter baby?" the elf countered.
"Be-because… because…" Ginny gave up, "Just let me see the damned kids!"
Dobby grinned in satisfaction. "Dobby is sorry, but Dobby can not allow Miss Weasey to see little Harry Potter babies."
"But – you're a house-elf, you have to!" Ginny nearly shouted.
"But Mister Harry Potter sir hired Dobby, and his Miss said to keep an eye on little Harry Potter babies, and that is what Dobby is doing."
"You – just – ugh!" She walked into the nursery, very nearly kicking the house-elf in the process, and looked at the children for the second time. "Tut, tut, ugly little thing you are, Lily." She looked at the sleeping child's curly brown hair and then gazed down at what she was wearing. Typical Granger, always bundling up her kids as if they're preparing for a blizzard, she noted nastily.
"Dobby is warning Miss Weasey, please get out now," Dobby said after a few moments.
She ignored the elf and picked up the now wide awake infant and turned around, facing a now livid Dobby.
"Miss Weasey, give Dobby little Harry Potter's girl," he demanded, walking up to Ginny. Though he was much smaller than her, he didn't like the idea of having a child, especially when it was Harry Potter's, taken away from Dobby's grasp.
"No," she said simply.
"I don't think you heard him, Weasley." A new voice entered, and Ginny's eyes widened in shock. Harry stood there, hair flaring everywhere, eye's glowing with anger. "Hand him—or me for that matter—my daughter."
Hermione now entered and went straight towards Ginny, taking her child away from her. She glared at her, anger in her eyes, and took her child away from Ginny.
"No! She doesn't deserve to liv-" Before Ginny could finish her sentence, Hermione slapped her.
Ginny's head snapped to the right, and her hold on Lily loosened that she nearly fell out of her arms. Hermione quickly grabbed Lily while Harry went to the crib and picked up James, securing him in his arms. Draco looked at her with hatred, wondering how anyone would want to do something like that. He might've hated children, but he still wouldn't kidnap or murder a child, especially when that child couldn't take care of itself.
"So, Weasley, how's it like, getting caught for the second time in one day?" Draco drawled, walking in.
"Sh-shut up!" she shouted as Dobby bound her. She tried to break free, but they were too tight. And the look she was getting from Harry, Hermione, and Draco wasn't making it any better.
Harry and Hermione walked away from her and near Draco.
Draco smirked and walked near Ginny. "Pathetic Weasel, you are. Really, you are the most pathetic excuse of human in the history of civilization. Trying to hurt an infant, even I wouldn't do that." He looked at her up-and-down, fighting the urge to spit on her worn down Mary Janes.
"Shut up, Malfoy." She glared at him since Dobby's binding wouldn't let her move.
Before Draco could retort, Dobby spoke. "I think it's best if we take Miss Weasey to Headmistress's office."
Harry and Hermione nodded, and walked toward the changing table. "You take her there; I'll be there in a moment. I just need to change Lily into something more suitable for the weather outside," Hermione said.
"Can you change James, too? I don't trust Ginny by herself, even if she is bound," Harry asked.
Hermione looked away before saying, "Sure."
Harry grinned, and before he could realize what he had done, he kissed her cheek. He pulled back rather hesitantly, hoping they wouldn't have another bout against his actions this time. "Err, thanks." He turned towards Draco, Dobby, and Ginny. "Let's go, shall we?"
Draco nodded as Ginny stayed silent. "Yes, let's go. Don't want to infest your nursery with this blistering ball of ooze you call Weasley, do you?" He smirked.
Harry chuckled and said, "C'mon, let's go."
Hermione finished putting Lily in a jacket and comfy pants and handed her to Harry. "I finished changing her, you can take her now. I'll be there soon with James."
"Alright," he said, adjusting his daughter.
"How do you hold her?" Draco asked, eying the baby, as if expecting her to jump on him.
"Err… I dunno. Mion—Hermione and Madam Pomfrey just showed me, I guess." He shrugged.
Ginny sighed dramatically. "Oh, look, Malfoy and Harry, talking about his daughter. How nice!" she said sarcastically. "I think getting expelled is better than this!"
"Shut up," Harry and Draco retorted in unison.
Hermione chuckled, picking up her son and joining the two boys. "I thought you were going to McGonagall's office."
Ginny turned her attention to the other female. "They were, but they got sidetracked by that kid right there."
"Don't say anything about my daughter, Weasley," Hermione defended, glaring dangerously at the younger girl. "I may be fourteen, but I know more hexes than you ever will."
"Ooh, is that a threat, Granger?" she asked sarcastically.
"I think it's time we leave now, don't you think?" Harry asked changing the subject.
"Yes, let's," Draco said, helping.
0—0—0—0
They had only gotten as far as Gryffindor Common Room when Ginny started to shout. "What about Ron?! He was in on this, too! If I'm getting expelled, at least get Ron expelled, too!"
"Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, Ronald," Fred chimed in, scaring everyone.
"He and our wonderful baby sister were planning on doing something, though not to your children." George came out from behind the shadows, joining his brother.
"That was only Ginny-"
"Though I don't see how that'll drive you away from each other," George wondered.
"This world we live in, brother, is an odd one," Fred commented.
"True, though it is quiet a fascinating one, never a day when there isn't something exciting around."
"I think that's just us, Forge."
"Yes, Gred, I think you're right. It is us that are always exciting."
"Err, could we get back to the mater at hand?" Harry asked, hopefully diverting the two's attention.
"Oh, why yes." Their attention finally went to Malfoy. "What's he doing here?"
"Friend," he mumbled. "We're sidetracking again."
"Oh, sorry about that, George tends to do that." Fred smirked. "OH, RONNIKENS! MUM SENT US SOME CHOCOLATE! I HOPE ICKLE RONNIKENS LIKES CHOCOLATE WITH A HINT OF STRAWBERRY!" He shouted smirking.
Harry raised an eyebrow while Draco commented, "Chocolate with a hint of strawberry?"
"His favorite," George said grinning.
Not more than ten seconds later, had Ron emerged, wearing his too short pajamas and a night shirt that seemed to be a bit too right on him. "Whadya want?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Cantchya see I was sleepin?"
"Oh, sorry Ronnikens, but your wonderful brother and I thought that you might want to be brought to justice. Ginny here is, too. Good little sister, isn't she?" Fred asked, patting his sister on the head. Ginny hopped away from him. "Not going to help, sister. I've got feet that aren't bound, remember?"
"Whadya say?" he asked, sleep still evident in his voice.
"I said," Fred explained slowly, "that you're going to be brought to justice."
"Justice?" he echoed.
Harry sighed, frustrated. "Ron, just follow us!"
"What're you playing at, Potter? And why do you have my sister?" he asked sobering.
"Oh fucking lord." He took a deep breath. "Fred?" He certainly hoped that Ron's brother could get through him.
"Oh Lord, Weasley, you're going to get expelled!" Draco exclaimed. "Just get the fuck down here and go to McGonagall's office!"
"Malfoy, if I were you, I'd shut up." He descended the stairs nonetheless, though. "Why am I getting expelled?" After a moment, he added, "and why isn't Malfoy on the floor beaten to a pulp?"
"Because, Ron," Hermione explained, "he's our friend, unlike some people. Now, you're going to get expelled because you were going to use a love potion on me, and we suspect that Ginny already attempted to use one on Harry."
"And she tried to kidnap Lily," Harry added.
"B-but, y-you – what – I didn't!" Ron exclaimed, running up the steps again.
"Oi, brother!" exclaimed Fred, chasing him. Grinning, George went after.
"I hate you," Ginny spat.
"It's mutual, then," Draco said smirking.
0—0—0—0
After nearly ten minutes and a few jinxes later, Harry, Hermione, Draco, the twins (both of them), Ginny, and Ron found themselves in McGonagall's office.
While they waited for McGonagall to arrive (she was currently in a meeting, telling them she'd only be a few minutes), the occupants were lost in thought.
Harry cradling Lily in the crook of his neck, thought about all of the times he thought Ron was his and Hermione's friend. During their first year together, Harry thought that he was his true friend. Just a simple, let's-go-bug-Snape friend, but apparently he thought wrong. He never thought, Ron of all people, would stoop so low as to put a love potion so someone would 'love' him. He wasn't even sure how they knew how to brew it; it wasn't until about sixth year, according to Hermione, that they'd learn how to brew a love potion. Though it wasn't expertly made, it still had a small bit of effect. He saw, that when he was near Ginny after the kiss, he couldn't bring himself to be nasty towards her. Sure, he'd told her to shut up, but that wasn't exactly nasty, was it? No, not really, anyway. While Ron was his friend throughout the years, even when he had his jealous spurts, he'd be there for him, later rather than sooner. But later was better than never, right?
And then there was Dumbledore, who still needed to be 'talked' to. He was still mad at the old man, though, having seen Hermione's reaction to his behavior, he wasn't too sure that he was going to kill the man anymore. Hermione was right; killing another man just because he was dreadfully mad at him didn't justify. Though, bending her words a bit wouldn't hurt. If Dumbledore did something against them again, then that man would die.
He tightened his hold on his sleeping daughter, praying that nothing would ever happen.
Hermione, who was still worried about the nightmare she had, looked over to her right where her boyfriend stood holding their daughter. She looked down at her son, still wishing that he'd do something—anything. She sat on the chair and placed him so he was sitting on her lap, facing everyone.
She wondered how Ron could do this to her, to everyone. They hadn't been the closest of friends, that was for sure, but he was still one of her close friends. The thought of Ron and Ginny spiking something (she still wasn't too sure what they tried to spike it in) in their love potion was absurd.
Before she could finish her train of thought, however, McGonagall came in. She went around the students and sat behind her chair, fixing her eyes on the students in her office. When she saw the two infants, she smiled a small smile at them, and then fixed her eyes on everyone else.
"May I ask as to why you're here?" she asked, eying everyone. Lily giggled, trying to take some of her father's hair into her mouth. McGonagall's head snapped in her direction.
"Sorry," Harry mumbled, placing her on his hip so she wouldn't be able to reach.
"No problem, Mister Potter. I expected as much from an infant like Miss Potter." She then turned back towards everyone again. "Why, may I ask, are the youngest Weasleys bound together, and Mister Weasley sporting magenta hair?" she asked sternly.
Harry answered. "Well, you see, Miss—err, I mean, Ginny is here because she tried to kidnap my daughter, and I suspect that she was trying to use a love potion on me again. Ron, well, he's here because Ginny rat him out." He looked at the two, seeing their loathing looks.
McGonagall's lips turned into a tight, thin line. "Yes, I see then. Mister and Miss Weasley, apparently, have not paid attention to the warning that I gave home." She looked at the other occupants in the room. "You will see to it that this does not happen again. I do not take behavior such as this lightly." She then focused her attention back at the two. "I will talk to you about your punishment after everyone leaves."
They nodded, glancing over at Ginny and Ron, who looked as if they were about to cry. Ginny, still in her loose, ripped jeans and white long-sleeved shirt, had tears swimming in her eyes as her bottom lip was trembling. Ron, still in his pajamas, was red in the face, a lone tear making its way down his freckled cheek. Harry, though he was mad, felt badly for them; they were going to get expelled, and it was his fault.
Once they were out, Fred and George looked solemn and Draco seemed to be looking around, as if making sure no Slytherin's were there. Hermione coughed, getting everyone's attention. "So, um, Fred, George, how did you know Ron and Ginny had love potions?"
"We overheard them, really," Fred answered. "But the question here is, why do you have Malfoy, of all people, here?" Draco shot him a look, which cause Fred to say, "Honestly, the only reason we haven't pranked him into oblivion, is because Harry here hasn't."
"Well, Harry hasn't, so you have no reason to prank me," Draco drawled.
"I'm going to go," Hermione cut in. "James needs to eat."
"Yeah, I reckon Lily's hungry, too." Harry glanced at the infant in his arms, who was currently playing with his wristwatch. "C'mon Mion—Hermione." He went to put his arm around her, but then remembered that he was supposed to be mad at her. "Err, bye guys, I'll see you later."
"Later Potter, Granger," Draco bid before he strode the opposite way towards Slytherin tower.
"Bye guys," Fred and George chimed in.
0—0—0—0
The next day, Harry decided to eat breakfast in the Great Hall. (He and Hermione still weren't talking, and figured that she wouldn't care too much, if at all.) He got up from the couch, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his neck, and stretched. He walked over to the nursery and watched his children sleep. It was like a ritual for him nowadays, he'd always wake up, watch his children sleep for a few minutes, then take a shower and attempt to ignore Hermione for the rest of the day. He wasn't too sure he liked ignoring Hermione, but she was still mad at her, and wasn't too sure that she wanted his forgiveness just yet.
As he silently crept into his and Hermione's (now, though, it was mostly Hermione's; his things were just in there) room, he watched her sleeping figure. She looked so peaceful, yet troubled. He looked at her right, where he should've been, where he should be, but he wasn't. He missed her, he really did, but he didn't want another bout from his last actions.
It was the second day that Harry and Hermione had been fighting, and Harry was hoping that it'd be the last day.
At night, he decided to sneak into their room, and in the morning, hope that she'd forget about their fight. He crawled into bed once he was fully sure that she was sleeping, and slept on his side.
In the morning, though, was when her temper kicked in. Harry somehow found his way to Hermione, and draped his arm around her waist, his chin atop her head. She had her arms around his torso, her head on his chest, breathing peacefully. He grinned; perfect.
"Mmmm," Hermione mumbled, snuggling closer to him.
Harry kissed her forehead, hoping to dear god that she forgot. "Morning, Mione."
"Harry," she sleepily mumbled. Then, she woke up, stood up ramrod, plaited hair messed up, and glared at him. "What are you doing here? Haven't I told you that you're sleeping on the couch?"
Harry squirmed under the sheets. "Well, you see, I was – err – lonely!"
"Get out," she said frustrated.
"But-"
"No, get out, Harry," she said again.
"Please-?"
They had gone on like that for the next few minutes, until finally, Hermione gave up and went into the shower, ignoring him for the rest of the week.
Hermione mumbled something in her sleep, and still tired, got up, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Her eyes finally focused on Harry, who was still staring at her.
"What're you doing here?" she asked softly.
"Clothes," was all he said to her before he went to his dresser and brought out his uniform for the day and went into the shower without saying another word.
Hermione sighed loudly and fell back into bed. "Please, Harry, come back to me." Though she was whispering, in the empty room, it felt as if she were talking through a megaphone. She looked to her left, where Harry's spot used to be, and fought the tears. "I need you," she whispered miserably.
She really wished that Harry would be able to hear her.
0—0—0—0
Albus Dumbledore was enraged. If there were two students that could help him with Potter and Granger, it'd be the two youngest Weasley's. But no matter, he still had the young Gryffindor, Kelsey.
Holidays were coming in about two and a half more weeks, and Dumbledore was going to have to put his plan in action before they went out.
"Yes, Albus, you called for me?" Snape asked, sitting into a chair.
"Snape, I need you to do another favoragain." He smiled and offered him a lemon drop.
"No," he said, no emotion evident.
"Alright, back to business now, shall we?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, if possible, even more. "Mister and Miss Weasley have been expelled; I suspect every student and teacher will know of this today. Also, about Mister Potter and Miss Granger, it seems as though they haven't been having their best of days. I think that this is the time where I can put the potion in and kidnap their children."
"Excuse me, sir, but what potion?" he cut in.
"The same potion that you placed in Granger's cup before she departed for the holidays," Dumbledore answered patiently.
Snape merely nodded.
"Now, I'm going to need the assistance of a student this time, and I know the perfect one." He popped a lemon drop in his mouth. "I believe that Miss Benzer, of Gryffindor, would be pleased to help. She seemed to show a dislike towards Mister Potter and Miss Granger, and I've already talked to her."
"Interesting choice," Snape said. "When will this plan of yours come into place, if I may ask?"
"I believe one of the days that they're not on good terms with each other."
"Why not a day where Potter and his pet are having a particularly loving day?" he questioned.
"Because, Severus, they will be too preoccupied with their other activities from their 'make up,' that they won't pay any attention towards their children. Thus, it will leave me free to snatch them away and kill them."
Snape blinked. "Okay," he said a bit slowly. Snape doubted that his plan would work; his other didn't, but he wasn't going to say anything against him, though he had a few questions.
"But sir, during their other activities, won't that give them the risk of conceiving again?"
"Yes, she will have conceived by then, but they will be gone by then." She smiled a small smile.
"Oh," was all he said.
"Well Severus, it had been a pleasure talking to you, but now you have classes to teach. I wish you best of luck." He gave another smile.
"Yes sir," Snape said before leaving.
It was going to be a long day