Summary: Why can't his friends appreciate anything he does for them? One-Shot!
Pairings: mentions of RW/HG
Warnings: None (I think?)
Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter! I don't own Harry Potter or any character from JKR's books about said character!
Appriciation
I don't think they even realise what I did for them but then again I never told then did I? I never told them about how hard it was for me to see them smile, laugh and love each other either, did I? I didn't tell them much about anything so I can't really blame them for felling like this now.
I guess I just thought they would notice and appreciate it, that I wouldn't have to tell them. Even if they don't say anything it would have been nice with a smile or just a small gesture that shows they appreciate the small things too.
Everyone always thanks me for defeating Voldermort, at first I blushed and couldn't stop staring at the ground, then later I got angry and sneered at anyone wanting an autograph, now I just ignore them, I pretend that the don't exist.
Hermione is pregnant again, a boy this time I heard. Ron is thrilled about it, he loves the girls but I know he has always wanted a little boy. The girls a excited too, all five of them where over here yesterday, all they talked about was their little baby brother in their mummy's tummy.
All five of them together in my small apartment was a bit much but I wanted to give that too Ron and Hermione, Ron is going away on business for three months and will be back just in time for the birth.
When they came to pick up the girls Hermione told me of for giving them toast as breakfast and not porridge, Ron whined about how much he hated that I had dressed Sally in her blue dress and not the green one. Hermione then got told by Amanda that I had let them watch TV for two hours the previous afternoon and Hermione being Hermione stared a rant. She said I knew very well that the girls where only allowed one hour in front of the TV not two, then went on about how it would hurt their eyes after and hour or so of being told of I told them to leave.
I said it in a calm but slightly angry voice, Hermione stared crying and flooed home with the girls. Ron then accused me of being selfish and asked what was wrong with me, I however did not get a chance to answer, he told me that if I could not follow the rules then perhaps I shouldn't watch the children again, much less consider to get any myself.
I started crying when he left, he knew very well I wanted children and that I loved their girls very much. But how was I, Harry supposed to take care of five hyperactive girls in a small flat in muggle London all alone over night on a workday y and keep the rules they had at home?
I had to get them quiet in the evening to get done with the working that I hadn't been able to do earlier. A movie was the only choice I could think of.
I didn't even know that they ate porridge in the morning but since Hermione is their mother I should have guessed it, really I should have. They seemed happy with their cereal and toast so I was happy too even though I only got some coffee, you wouldn't believe how much five little girls can eat.
And really how was I supposed to know which dress Ron wanted Sally to wear?
I can't help to think that I'm selfish to think about it like that, that it's selfish for me feel like Ron and Hermione were the ones that owe me an apology and not me owing them one. But if I'm so selfish in thinking that then why am I here, outside their door, waiting for one of them to open so I can offer them an apology?
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