A/N: TheParmaViolet, at your service!
My first drabble/oneshot! Yay!
Just a the first few moments from a possible cannon Romione morning, more a mother/daughter moment between Hermione and Rose. I wanted to try out this style of writing because I'm generally speaking, not very good at it, I prefer to write from the point of view of the characters involved rather than from the outside looking in.
Hope you like it! A little feedback would be great if anyone can spare the time because, as I say, I'm not great at this type of writing.
As she lay, exhausted on the bed, the soft light of dawn drifts through the the net curtains, bathing her bare skin, and the white sheets she lay upon, in warm, dappled sunlight. She moans lightly in her sleep-ridden state, as another cry sounds from the cot at the foot of the bed. Blearily cracking open her eyes, one at a time she sighs tiredly.
Gathering the white sheet from the vacant half of the bed around herself, the young woman thrusts herself to her feet, brushing her brown curls from her face impatiently. She peers into the cot to find a small red headed baby crying insistently beneath its mop of vivid curls, its face a bright scarlet and its little fists waving in the air.
"Good morning little Rosie! Are we awake, hmm?" she whispers to it, "Well then we'd best get you sorted hadn't we?"
After changing and cleaning the babe, the woman settles back onto the bed, seated against the headboard while her child nurses at her breast. She picks up a note on the pillow next to hers, and reads her husbands hastily scrawled words
"Hermione,
Had to leave early, you and Rose were asleep, didn't want to wake you. Harry needs me at the office, I should be back at one-ish
Love you,
Ron. x"
Hermione smiles slightly at the note, a small contented curving of the lips, before placing it gently on the nightstand, and returning her attention to her child. A real smile graces her face as she looks at her daughter's bright blue eyes, still half gummed together with sleep, and it transforms the tired lines of her face into happy crinkles.
The happy crinkles remain as she prepares herself and little Rose for the day ahead, humming cheerfully, if a little off-key, as she plops the little girl into a little red onsie and then hoists her up against her now denim clad hip.
"Come on little darlin', you and I are going to go see Nanan while Daddy gets home!" she says poking Rose's button nose as she wanders out the door towards the floo, shutting the bedroom door behind her with one foot.
In the absence of so cheerful a duo, the simple bedroom is silent and tranquil, and the swirls of dust the mother has disturbed with her busy feet, dance back down to the carpet like faeries, shimmering in the sunlight, awaiting their return.
Et voilĂ ! In case anyone's wondering, 'Nanan', is what my family called my Grandmother when I was little, I don't know if that was just us or not, but there you have it!
Thanks for Reading!
-TheParmaViolet
