A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #8
Magical and Mundane Literature: Children's Literature
Task # 1 Goodnight Moon: Write about a child getting ready for bed.
Word count: 596
"Rose! Hold still!" Rose was sitting on her bed, her mom, Hermione was trying to brush the knots out of her hair before putting the girl to bed.
"You're pulling!" Hermione sighed wondering if she'd been this bad as a child. Yes, her daughter had inherited her mess of curly hair. Yes, her daughter's hair was full of knots. Yes, she was trying to be as careful as possible.
"Rose, this is what happens when you hang upside down from a tree and let the wind tangle your hair." Rose laughed.
"I was playing bat."
"Where did you get such an idea?" Hermione had had to drag Rose inside from trying to spend the night outside in the large elm tree in the back yard.
"James said that his daddy said that Daddy turns into a bat an sleeps upside down." Hermione blinked trying to detangle that sentence. Once she did, she almost laughed.
"Your father is not a bat."
"But James said..."
"If James said the moon was made of cheese would you believe him?" Rose tilted her head allowing Hermione to undo one of the larger tangles.
"What kind of cheese?" Rose finally asked.
"That's really not the point. Just because James tells you something, doesn't make it true." Rose turned to face her mom.
"But James..."
"What about James?"
"He's older."
"Yes. He is by two years. What else has James told you?"
"Um...nothing," Rose answered pulling away from Hermione and the hairbrush. Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"Maybe he might have said something about, um..." Hermione watched her daughter search for a believable lie.
"If it's something not nice about your father I don't want to hear it."
"Well, he said Aunt Ginny was stupid." Hermione sighed and made a mental note to talk to Harry. This was getting out of hand. It seemed every time Rose played with James Sirius Potter, she had a treasure trove of new 'knowledge' about her family.
"And what did James say about me?" she asked.
"That you're really, really bossy! And that he found a picture of you and Uncle Ron kissing...ewwww!" Hermione didn't even try not to laugh this time.
"I thought Ron destroyed all of those," she muttered. Rose's eyes widened.
"You really kissed him! Does Aunt Lav know?"
"That was before they got together, Rose. When I and your Uncle Ron were both still in school." Rose nodded after a minute.
"Was he a good kisser?"
"Why?"
"Cause. Is being a good kisser 'reditary?" Hermione blinked wondering exactly where this particular line of questioning was going.
"Why? Who do you want to kiss?"
"No one! Boys are gross!" Rose exclaimed. Hermione laughed shaking her head.
"You might not always think so, Rose. What about girls? Is the person you want to kiss a girl?" Rose stared at her mom.
"I can kiss a girl?"
"Yes. Why couldn't you?"
"Cause you an Daddy kiss, an Uncle Ron an Aunt Lav kiss," Rose answered.
"Yes, that's true, but some girls like girls and some boys like boys. Is there someone you want to kiss?"
"No!" Rose shouted shaking her head and undoing half of Hermione's work at detangling the mess.
"Alright, now, hold still so I can finish your hair, unless you want it to stay full of tangles."
"Fine, but James still said Daddy sleeps like a bat, and it's not my fault I fell out of the tree." Hermione only shook her head wondering exactly what James had told her daughter and whether or not she should mention this latest idea to Severus.