AN: I wrote this one-shot for a friend when I was bored.
Harry Potter had always enjoyed eating his breakfast. As a young boy on Privet Drive, when breakfast was a rarity, he cherished his eggs and bacon like a mother would her newborn child. When Harry started attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, breakfast took on a whole new meaning: delicious oatmeal, crisp toast, fruity marmalade, fluffy pancakes, magnificent waffles, crunchy cereal, succulent bacon, flavorful eggs, creamy milk, and many other fabulous morsels were available to Harry! And man did he indulge. Over the years Harry's enthusiasm for breakfast diminished as he grew accustomed to the extravagance of Hogwarts' menu. However, one morning, that enthusiasm was reignited!
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table beside Ginny Weasley and enjoyed the most astounding meal of his life. Flavors burst in his mouth as he devoured plate after plate of the blueberry pancakes sitting on a platter in front of Ginny. Life took on new meaning as he ate… and so did Ginny!
Harry started to notice the sleekness of her hair and the freackles o nher nose! He immediately asked her to be his one and only love! They dated for two blissful years before finally marrying and having three beautiful children together.
As Harry grew older and watched his children grow and mature, his favorite part of the day was still always breakfast. Nothing could beat Ginny setting that plate of pancakes in front of his chair that smelt of treacle fudge, broomstick polish, and the fruity scent of blueberries.