It was the beginning of a beautiful summer's day; the sun shone, the blue birds sang, and Hermione had just finished putting some chocolate chip cookies into the oven her mother had given her as a wedding gift.

See, even though her husband always mocked her for it, but Hermione just loved to bake 'the muggle way'. She believed that it taught her family some patience when they were forced to wait for meals, and patience, she believed, was something that most wizards were deprived of as they could whip their wands out and finish most tasks in seconds.

The other reason Hermione loved muggle baking was that the food actually seemed to turn out far better than when she used magic. Hermione just hadn't been able to get used to magical cooking, despite Molly Weasley's best efforts.

After having set the time on the oven and leaving the cookies to bake, Hermione went upstairs to wake her two lazy children and her even lazier husband. She tip toed into Rose's room first, knowing that her six year old daughter was the easiest to wake of the three.

She silently crept to her Rosie's bedside and ran her fingers through the girl's soft auburn curls. When that failed to rouse her daughter, Hermione went to her Rose's window, and opened the curtains. Sunshine streamed in and her daughter's sky blue eye's opened.

"Close the sun, mum." Rose grumbled sleepily.

"Close the sun? Rose." Hermione Weasley put her hands on her hips and gave her daughter a stern look. She was not as big of a perfectionist as she had been while she was a schoolgirl, but she could not allow her children's language skills to become as bad as Ron's.

"I meant close the curtains, mum, you know that!" Rose snapped irritably. Clearly she was annoyed and tired, but she was now fully awake, so Hermione pulled her out of bed and ignoring Rose's protests she sent her off to brush her teeth and shower.

One down, two to go.

Hermione decided to tackle her son next. She went to Hughey's room and picked the little four year old right up out of bed. He didn't bother protesting, he was too tired, so instead Hughey opened his tiny mouth and yawned, enveloping his mother with that wonderful scent of morning breath. Hermione wrinkled her nose and carried the boy to the lavatory to brush his teeth.

Sighing, Hermione then surrendered herself to the inevitable. She had to go and wake Ron.

When she entered the bedroom, she had had all intentions of roughly shaking him awake or pushing him out of bed, if that failed. But of course, she didn't. When she saw him slumbering, he had looked too peaceful to disturb. His messy ginger hair fell over his forehead and his face held an expression of pure innocent bliss. Hermione smiled at the sleeping form of her husband. Then he snored.

Hermione turned around and laughed to herself. Even in his sleep Ron had managed to ruin a perfect moment.

She walked into her children's bathroom and saw them both brushing their little white pearls fervently. They had both gotten their excellent dental hygiene habits (and in Rose's case, obsession) from Grandma and Grandpa Granger, the dentists.

Hermione smiled at her children, and said, "Darlings, would you two like to help me with something after you are done brushing?

Rose eyed her mother suspiciously, spit the toothpaste from her mouth into the sink and asked

"Like what?"

Hermione smiled mischievously, and then tried to hide this smile from her children when she said, "Nothing important really, I'd just like you to help me wake your father..."

And Rose's eyes lit up. Grabbing her brother's arm, she dragged him out towards their parents' room saying, "Come on Hughey! Let's go and jump on Daddy…"

As Hermione went downstairs, and heard several giggles and a loud "Aaargh! Whazzgoinngon? When I catch you I'll cut you up and feed you two to Crookshanks!" followed by more giggles coming from the bedroom above her, she couldn't help but laugh to herself. She absolutely loved weekend mornings.

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