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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Hogwarts Stairs Challenge
Staircase 6 (medium) - write a fic that takes place during spring. Prompt - (Place) Godric's Hollow

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Granger Danger
Harmony - Slice of Life

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Roald Dahl Day
Mad barnets - Write about someone with untamable hair.

The Musical Category Competition: Wicked
Defying Gravity - Write about someone who wants to test their own boundaries.

Picking Flowers

Hermione smiled happily as she moved in the kitchen in her house in Godric's Hollow. She washed the lunch plates in the sink as she looked out of the window that was over the sink.

Harry and Violet were in the front yard. Their daughter was running around like a little maniac. She loved springtime because of all of the flowers. It was odd that she had a flower name, and then it turned out she had an affinity for flowers and other plants.

Hermione sometimes wondered if it was a mere coincidence or did she choose to love flowers because of her name.

Neville was already talking about teaching Violet everything he knew about Herbology. It was a good thing he was her godfather.

Hermione quickly finished the dishes and then made her way outside. She went to Harry and stood next to him as their daughter finished running around and then began to go to the flower beds. She bent down and sniffed, sighing happily as the aroma tantalized her nose.

She reached for one, but Hermione's voice stopped her. "What do you think you're doing? You know better than to pick the flowers we work very hard to plant."

Violet pouted. "But I want some pretty flowers in my room."

Harry left Hermione's side and walked over to Violet. "Stick that lip back in. You heard your mother. If you want to put flowers in your room, I'm sure we can find some other flowers to use, ones that you and your mother didn't plant."

"But it won't be the same."

"I don't care," Hermione argued. "We go through this every year. You don't pick flowers that are in this front yard."

Violet glared at her parents. "You two just don't get it! You're so unfair!" And she ran inside the house. She was probably going to pout in her room the rest of the day.

"We're unfair? She should have grown up in the Dursleys' house. Then she'd see what it really means to be unfair."

Hermione placed a comforting hand on Harry's arm. "Don't let her words get to you. She's just a kid, and she obviously has no idea what she's talking about."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, but what a way to ruin such a beautiful day."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I don't know. We might still be able to salvage it." And she kissed him with all of her passion, and he moaned, eagerly returning it.

When they parted, his breathing was quick and uneven. "If you keep kissing me like that, we might give Violet a little sister or brother."

"Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea." She grinned wickedly and ran in the house with Harry hot on her heels.

When they were enclosed in their bedroom, they didn't stop to think about Violet. And Violet, the sneaky little thing she was, crept back outside. She knew she wasn't supposed to be outside without supervision, but she wasn't planning on leaving the front yard.

She went to the flower bed and quickly pulled two flowers from where they rested. She grinned. Her parents said she couldn't pick any of their flowers. But what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

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