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The Great Maze Chall/Comp: You continue through the maze alone. Young Weasleys run up to you and want you to feed them. Cook them dinner just like Molly.
"Hugo," Hermione sighed, leaning over to wipe her son's mouth with a napkin. "Let mummy feed you, okay?"
The one year old shook his head, reaching for the spoon with his chubby hands again. Her mouth twisted into a reluctant smile, eyes sparkling with amusement as her son's face scrunched up in frustration at not being able to touch the spoon in her hand. Hermione placed a gentle kiss on his turf of bright red hair.
"You're so like your daddy," she muttered fondly, "Always looking for something to eat."
"What was that?" Her husband's teasing voice came from behind her, making her smile.
Hermione only shook her head, wiping the dribble from Hugo's mouth. "You heard me."
Ron chuckled, moving over to the seat across from them. She glanced around at the absence of her daughter, usually Rose would come downstairs with her father in the morning. 'Father-Daughter bonding', that's what Ron called it.
("It's such a perfect few minutes together," Hermione commented sarcastically, "just walking down the stairs."
"You don't understand the bond between a father and his daughter." Ron replied seriously.)
Hermione smiled as the memory resurfaced. Her husband looked like he was about to ask her what had her in a cheerful mood this morning, but they were interrupted by loud, clumsy footsteps on the stairs. Rose was never going to be a dancer, that was for certain.
"Daddy!" The three-year-old shouted, turning into the kitchen with a pout upon her face. Her bushy red hair was all over the place, big blue eyes sparkling with complete innocence. "You didn't come get me!"
Ron held out his arms, letting their daughter jump into them readily. "I'm sorry, Rosie, you were sleeping when I went in to check on you."
She sighed, shaking her head. "You should have waited on me getting up, daddy!"
"Yeah, yeah," Ron chuckled, kissing her forehead. "I'll do it next time, okay?"
"Okay." Rose agreed, a wide grin upon her face. It was only then she turned to see Hermione and Hugo, but without paying them any attention Rose's eyes shot straight to the toast on the table, making a humming voice as she leaned forward to grab out. "I'm hungry."
Hermione laughed, gaze shifting from her husband, daughter and finally to her son, who'd gotten a piece of porridge off of the spoon and covered it all over his mouth. She had to get up earlier than the others, making their breakfast in the mornings. All three of them were nightmares if they didn't have food.
"I'll never understand how Molly raised seven of you." Hermione commented, shaking her head as Ron and Rose dug into their own bowl of porridge.
Ron raised an eyebrow."The same way you raise the two of them." He told her, nodding towards their two eating children.
Hermione couldn't help but tease, "You mean the same way I raise the three of you."
Her husband only sent her a sheepish grin.
