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tamingthemuseTitle: Children and Flying
Author: DarQuing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Hermione
Rating: PG
Prompt: #108 Dead at the Wheel![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Warnings:
Summary: Harry and Hermione’s daughter keep them up most of the night, but the parents have a way to wake themselves up for the day
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP-verse, unfortunately. No money being made and no offense intended
A/N: Not sure where this idea came from, but seemed like a problem young referees or umpires might have a problem with.
Harry staggered blearily down to the Great Hall for breakfast. His four month old daughter had kept Hermione up for most of the night, which had woken him up too on several occasions, and today was the first Quidditch match of the season which meant he had to be there to referee. While it hadn’t been his turn to look after their daughter when she woke up in the middle of the night to feed or change her nappy, he woke up just the same from her crying. Maybe it was a parent thing, he generally slept fairly heavily, but when his child cried he immediately awoke, even if Hermione took care of the problem.
“Are you going to be all right out there, Harry?” Professor Lupin asked on his left side.
Harry nodded, yawning into his hand, “I’ll be fine. Jessica was just hungry last night, which meant she also had to have her nappy changed.”
Hermione came into the Great Hall several minutes later, looking even less awake than he did. He helped her into her seat, softly kissing her knuckles as she sat down, before turning back to his own meal. She took a sip of her tea before stating tiredly, “Tell me again why having children was such a good idea?”
Her husband chuckled, “We decided that the time was right to have kids of our own. Besides, there aren’t enough green-eyed, bushy-haired witches in the world.”
"Yes, dear," Hermione stated and began eating her own breakfast, “Are you going to be all right out there?”
Harry nodded, “Between the tea, the food, and the wind in my face, I won’t be dead at the wheel.”
A hand lightly stroked his thigh, “Would you like some help waking up some more?” She asked lightly, continuing to eat with a small smile.
McGonagall shot her Transfiguration professor a look as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher choked on his toast, “Need I remind you that there will be several scouts attending the match, Professor Potter?”
Harry shrugged, “I guess we’ll just have to make it a quickie, then.” Remus spat out the apple juice he’d been drinking to clear his throat as Hermione giggled between her husband and the headmistress.
The Potters finished their breakfasts about the same time and walked as quickly and as dignified as possible out of the Great Hall just as a barn owl swooped in to drop off a message for Minerva.
Dear Headmistress McGonagall,
I hope I find you well and eager to see this year’s Quidditch
players in action. There’s been a slight change of plans for
today. Ronald and I will be there around 8:15 am with the
scouts listed in our previous letter to meet with Harry
outside the Quidditch equipment shed.
Cordially yours,
Luna Weasley
The Hogwarts Headmistress glanced at her watch and smirked, tucking the letter into her pocket before turning back to her breakfast.
~THE END~
Author: DarQuing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Hermione
Rating: PG
Prompt: #108 Dead at the Wheel
tamingthemuseWarnings:
Summary: Harry and Hermione’s daughter keep them up most of the night, but the parents have a way to wake themselves up for the day
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP-verse, unfortunately. No money being made and no offense intended
A/N: Not sure where this idea came from, but seemed like a problem young referees or umpires might have a problem with.
Harry staggered blearily down to the Great Hall for breakfast. His four month old daughter had kept Hermione up for most of the night, which had woken him up too on several occasions, and today was the first Quidditch match of the season which meant he had to be there to referee. While it hadn’t been his turn to look after their daughter when she woke up in the middle of the night to feed or change her nappy, he woke up just the same from her crying. Maybe it was a parent thing, he generally slept fairly heavily, but when his child cried he immediately awoke, even if Hermione took care of the problem.
“Are you going to be all right out there, Harry?” Professor Lupin asked on his left side.
Harry nodded, yawning into his hand, “I’ll be fine. Jessica was just hungry last night, which meant she also had to have her nappy changed.”
Hermione came into the Great Hall several minutes later, looking even less awake than he did. He helped her into her seat, softly kissing her knuckles as she sat down, before turning back to his own meal. She took a sip of her tea before stating tiredly, “Tell me again why having children was such a good idea?”
Her husband chuckled, “We decided that the time was right to have kids of our own. Besides, there aren’t enough green-eyed, bushy-haired witches in the world.”
"Yes, dear," Hermione stated and began eating her own breakfast, “Are you going to be all right out there?”
Harry nodded, “Between the tea, the food, and the wind in my face, I won’t be dead at the wheel.”
A hand lightly stroked his thigh, “Would you like some help waking up some more?” She asked lightly, continuing to eat with a small smile.
McGonagall shot her Transfiguration professor a look as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher choked on his toast, “Need I remind you that there will be several scouts attending the match, Professor Potter?”
Harry shrugged, “I guess we’ll just have to make it a quickie, then.” Remus spat out the apple juice he’d been drinking to clear his throat as Hermione giggled between her husband and the headmistress.
The Potters finished their breakfasts about the same time and walked as quickly and as dignified as possible out of the Great Hall just as a barn owl swooped in to drop off a message for Minerva.
Dear Headmistress McGonagall,
I hope I find you well and eager to see this year’s Quidditch
players in action. There’s been a slight change of plans for
today. Ronald and I will be there around 8:15 am with the
scouts listed in our previous letter to meet with Harry
outside the Quidditch equipment shed.
Cordially yours,
Luna Weasley
The Hogwarts Headmistress glanced at her watch and smirked, tucking the letter into her pocket before turning back to her breakfast.
~THE END~
