A/N: Hey guys, this is just a little fluffy blurb. It's Ron/Hermione essentially, but they have a young daughter. Please review, no flames!
The warm summer air was filled with laughter. The sun was shining brightly without a cloud in the sky. A little girl was running barefoot through the tall grass, squealing with glee as she kicked up butterflies; her yellow sundress fluttering out behind her as she ran. Her red hair was flying out behind her like ocean waves. She was a picture of childhood perfection. She spotted a tree ahead, and excitedly ran up to its massive trunk. She grasped the lowest available branch and started to pull herself up.
"Lily!" a sharp voice rang through the meadow. "Get down from there now, please!"
The little girl instantly had her feet back on the ground and started running back to where her mother and father were making their way through the grass. She stopped in front of her mother, panting slightly.
"Lily, that was a very dangerous thing to do," she reprimanded. "If you had been hurt, Daddy and I wouldn't have been there to help you, okay? Don't let us catch you climbing trees again anytime soon. Do you understand?" She questioned.
The young girl looked down at her feet, exposing her petite nose sprinkled with light brown freckles. "Yes mum," came her abashed reply.
"Now go run along," her mother added with a smile on her face. "The sunshine won't last long, I'm afraid."
The little girl quickly set off again, this time stopping every few feet to pick wildflowers. After a few brief moments of collecting, she had a crown of yellow and pink atop her mane of fiery red hair. She fell back into the soft grass and giggled as the wind picked up dandelion seeds and flung them into the air all around her.
She paused for a moment to glance at her parents, lying peacefully on a blanket in the shade of an oak tree. Her mothers' face was pressed into an abnormally thick book with her brown eyes moving rapidly from side to side. Her bushy brown hair pulled hopelessly into a ponytail. The girl smirked. Her mum had always been a tad obsessive about books. Her dad on the other hand was completely opposite. Along with herself, he was more laid back and daring. She could make out his mound of red hair, head cocked to one side, studying his wife with a peculiar expression. The woman looked up from her book suddenly, and blushed as she met his gaze. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She blushed even more, but leaned in for a kiss all the same.
Observing the scene, the girl simply rolled her eyes and sighed. She would never understand her parents.
The End