One afternoon, Harry and Hermione were watching their three-year-old children play while Ron was at work and Ginny was taking James to get some new robes. Rose and Albus were busy playing with one of those toys where you have to put blocks in their corresponding holes in a box.
"No!" Rose angrily snatched away the triangle shaped block that Albus was trying to squeeze in the square-shaped hole.
"Rose!" Hermione scolded her daughter, while Harry smirked next to her on the couch.
Ignoring her mother, Rose took one look at the box, then proceeded to put the block in its corresponding hole. Albus gaped at her, amazed.
"Good job, Rose," Harry told his niece, then to Hermione, he added, "remind you of anyone?"
"Oh, I didn't actually snatch your work from you so I could do it," Hermioen blushed.
"No," Harry agreed, "but you used to get so impatient when everyone else in the world wasn't as brilliant as you are."
"Right," Hermione rolled her eyes, "and that dumbstruck face whenever someone does something clever isn't at all familiar." She nodded her head towards Albus, who was still staring at Rose with amazement.
They watched Albus offer his square-shaped block to Rose hopefully, and Rose roll her eyes at her cousin but took the block and put it in the correct hole.
"Good job Rose!" Hermione grinned at her daughter.
"That's it, Al!" Harry congratulated his son. "Give your work for your brilliant best friend to do. Thank goodness you've learned this important life lesson this early in life."
Hermione slapped Harry's arm while he chuckled. "Rose," Hermione said. "Never do Albus' work for him again."
But to both Harry and Hermione's amazement, Albus stood up to give Rose a pat on the back, which made Rose grin and continue to put the blocks in the correct holes. Albus smiled up at his father.
"Oh, so all of those pats on the back you gave me were just to get me to do your work, then?" Hermione teased.
"I have no idea where he learned that," Harry lied, grinning. "Maybe Ron taught him that, because I can assure you, Hermione, that I would never make you do my work and just simply pat you on the back to get you to do it."
"Oh, shut up," Hermione rolled her eyes and put her head on Harry's shoulder, who in turn put his arm around her.
"I love you, Harry," Hermione whispered.
"I love you too, Hermione," Harry kissed her on the forehead.
Albus, who was watching his dad and aunt intensly, ran to Rose, who had just finished putting all of the blocks in the box, and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Rose giggled.
Harry and Hermione, however, stared at each other with open mouths.
"Maybe they're more like us than we thought," Harry muttered to Hermione, who laughed and rested her head against his shoulder again, both of them enjoying the rest of the afternoon with their children and each other.