Note: This will be part of a drabble series I hope to work on, centered around Hermione Granger as a mother with children in different stages of life. Pairings will be posted in tags/chapters and may include femslash or multi-parings.
If there is something in a chapter that you don't like or a pairing you don't care for skip it. I'm not here for your drama, I just like to write. This should also be obvious, but anything that you can recognize, it doesn't belong to me. Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling. The book 'Frog and Toad are Friends' belongs to Arnold Lobel.
In this chapter, it's AU and non-cannon. Ages and people are all over the timeline but Tom, Hermione, and Severus all went to Hogwarts at the same time so there is no real age gap.
I hope that you enjoy this first installment!
The soft sound of rain lulled mother and daughter to sleep on an early summer evening. The sun scattered light through the broken clouds casting a warm glow into the quiet room. The rain had been a constant friend that summer Friday keeping mother and daughter inside. Little Eleora was just beginning to show signs of magic and as a result, tired sooner in the day. With her father out of town for work, Eleora was running her mother ragged.
After an early dinner mother and daughter began their bedtime routine. Pick out the bedtime story and place it on the rocking chair, change into jammies, then brushing teeth and hair. All to soon it was time to begin the story, and Hermione settled into the chair with Eleora curled into her left side looking towards the book.
"Spring. Frog ran up the path to Toad's house. He knocked on the front door. There was no answer." Hermione didn't get very far into Frog and Toad are Friends before Eleora turned and snuggled into her mother, resting her hand over her mother's heart. With a soft "nox" Hermione reclined the rocking chair and settled with her daughter.
Eleora usually had no problems going to sleep, but with her father off with business she became a little more clingy. Not that Hermione minded much, her baby was coming up on her third birthday and was willing to make these precious memories for as long as she could. Hermione never intended to fall asleep with her daughter, but the days play and magic use got the better of her. Soon both mother and daughter were letting out soft snores.
That's how Tom found his wife and daughter when he came home that night. He had been out of the country working with some of the top experts in Potions to create a better alternative to the Wolfsbane Potion. He and his closest friend Severus were the last two potioneers to leave having stopped to look for souvenirs for their wives and children.
Tom shook his head and smiled towards his whole world in one chair. He unfolded his arms and pushed off of the door frame to silently approach the sleeping duo. Leaning down, Tom softly dropped a kiss to his wife's temple to ease her into consciousness before slipping their daughter into his arms.
Hermione watched with sleepy doe eyes as Tom laid their daughter in her toddler bed. After dropping a kiss on her forehead and tucking her in, Tom turned towards his wife with a smirk. Hermione had stood up but was swaying slightly with drowsiness. Stifling a squeak, Hermione wrapped her arms around her husband's neck after being swept off of her feet.
"You know I can walk Tom," Hermione said with a rather large yawn. Tom chuckled as he carried his love towards their bed. "I am well aware that you can walk love, but you've been chasing our child around all week without me here to run interference in the evenings. Let me treat you, love. You're exhausted and I want to show you how much I love you by taking care of you." Tom murmured to Hermione.
His wife could only hum in response as she began to slip back into unconsciousness. He kissed her forehead, much like he did with their daughter before changing and slipping into bed next to his wife. Tom was beyond glad that he was home with his two favorite girls, where he belonged.