Muggle and Married

Chapter Four.

It had been a ridiculously long day. After Ginny and Harry had gotten over the initial shock of being married, the kids wouldn't settle back down. Then as Hermione attempted to feed Erin a bit of baby food, Sean started crying and Erin took that opportunity to knock over her bowl. Isabella, or Izzy as Ginny had deemed her, wasn't happy unless Ginny held her and cried loudly every time that Harry got anywhere close.

"That's it!" Hermione screamed, over the noise of three crying kids. "I'm calling an expert."

""Who would that be?" Ron asked desperately. "And if you say the title of any book, I want a divorce."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "No, although one-thousand- and- one ways to clam the fretting would come in handy about now, I actually meant your mother." She handed a very messy Erin over to Ron and went to the phone. The pad beside the phone had numbers scribbled on it, right there at the top was Mum followed by several numbers. She dialed and waited as the phone rang several times, on the fifth ring Molly answered.

"Mrs. Weasley? It's Hermione."

"Oh, hello, dear, I wondered how long before you called. I've just gotten off the pone with Ginny. So are my grandchildren giving you trouble?" She asked as soon as she heard Hermione's voice.

"It's Erin and Sean; they haven't stopped fretting all day. We couldn't get them to nap, every time we feed them the spit it up. Then whenever the quite for a moment and we think we're going to get some peace, they start up again! Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I don't know what to do!" Hermione cried into the phone.

"Now, now clam down, Hermione dear. I want you to do exactly what I tell you, alright?"

Hermione hung up the phone an hour later feeling much more confidant than when she had called. Together Ron and Hermione gave the twins a bath and get them changed into clothes that didn't look like something from a food fight in the great hall. When they were clamed by the lavender scented baby soap and classical music, they napped quietly in their cradles in the front room.

"Hermione," Ron said quietly, so as not to disturb the children. "We need to go to the store." Hermione looked up at him from lowered lashes.

"Ron, I just got to sit down for the first time today. I do not want to go shopping." She said in a deadpan voice.

"I know but we don't have much to eat here and unless you want to eat baby food, we have to go to the market." Hermione glared at her husband.

"Fine, give me twenty minutes to shower and change my clothes to something that doesn't look so..."

"So, like you've been feeding grouchy kids all day?" She glared at him again.

"Yeah they get that from their dad, grouchy and bottomless." She left the room before he could retort.

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"I still can't believe you know how to drive a car!" Hermione laughed as she entered the store caring Erin on her hip and a hand on Ron's arm.

"I told you that Dad taught me how to drive when I was twelve. Remember when Harry and I came to school in the car instead of taking the train?" Ron laughed as well. As he pulled out a shopping cart, Hermione jerked on his sleeve.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"It's Malfoy. He's here; don't do anything rash, Ron. The last thing we need is a scene."

"I have no idea what you mean, dear." Ron teased her, "When have I ever made a scene with Malfoy?"

"Let's see, second year. You barfed up slugs for an hour because you tried to curse him. Third Year," She started before Ron interrupted her.

"You punched the snot out of him!"

Before Hermione could retort a loud sneering voice drifted over to them

"Well, well if it isn't the Weasels and their pups."