Mkay, so, I forgot that people wanted a sequel to my first "Forgetting Something, Jim?" story. Here you go! I don't like this one as much, and it's much more obvious as to what Pam's talking about. Still, it might not seem so bad to you guys. Lemme know.

Jim rolled over, as he often did upon waking, and frowned to see that his wife wasn't next to him.

"Pam?" he called softly, his voice hoarse from sleep. He looked around the room, nearly blind in the dark.

After calling again, he heard footsteps coming down the hall, and Pam walked in, rubbing her eyes. "Shh, Jim, you'll wake her."

"Wake who?" he mumbled, scooting over to make room for her.

She raised an eyebrow and sleepily clambered in, glancing at the clock. "You know who."

"I was under the impression that Voldemort was a he." Jim draped an arm over her, pulling her close.

She giggled. "That you-know-who is dead now, silly."

"Doesn't make him a girl, just cause he's dead. What you-know-who are we talking about, then?"

She rolled her eyes. "I should take you to the doctor, see if you're suffering from amnesia."

"Seriously, who, Pam?" He sat up slightly.

"Your daughter, dummy."

"Oh. Right." He slowly grinned, shaking his head. "That you-know-who."

"No duh, Einstein," she murmured, smiling and curling up beside him.

"No abuse of your baby-daddy." He kissed her neck and they went back to sleep.

Reviews are loverly. Constructive criticism is very welcome, and yes, I'm sorry it's so short.

-Dizzy