A/N: Here's my next HP drabble-y ficlet. This one is a little scene about life at the Weasleys with five year old Hugo and seven year old Rose. I personally don't agree with RHr, but I'll tolerate it for the sake of the Next Generation. So, enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Five More Minutes
"I don't wanna, I don't wanna!" Hugo wailed at the top of his lungs as he eluded his mother's capture once again.
Hermione paused in her chase to catch her breath. One hand on her chest as she calmed her breathing, and one hand on her hip, she looked fierce as she yelled, "Ronald! Get up here and deal with your children!"
There was a great clamor as Ron bounded up the stairs, "What's wrong?"
"Hugo is refusing a bath—mind you he is filthy from playing in the mud pit that resulted from you not completing that garden you promised me before the storm earlier this week—and Rose—the good child that she is—is already bathed and begging for a bed time story." Hermione explained in a huff.
"Which shall I take?" Ron asked weakly.
Hermione took the towel she had been carrying around with her and shoved it into Ron's chest, "You get Hugo."
Ron sputtered, "Where is he?"
"Presently? Stark naked and causing chaos all around the house. Try to catch him in a timely matter won't you? It's already past their bed time." Hermione responded before disappearing into Rose's room.
Ron groaned as a small pink figure darted past him, "I don't wanna! I don't wanna!"
"Time for your bath, Hugo." Ron called as he chased Hugo down the stairs.
"Five more minutes!" Hugo responded.
"Now!" Ron corrected as he nearly caught Hugo by the arm.
Hugo evaded him narrowly, "I don't wanna! I don't wanna!"
Ron stopped in the middle of the living area as Hugo began to circle the room rapidly. "Fine, five more minutes. Don't tell your mother I said that."