"Outnumbered"
Author: Birdie Hale
Rating: PG-13
Description: Harry Potter is all grown up and we are going to see how life in the Potter residence how can make one feel completely 'outnumbered'.
Thursday December 18
The snow swirled endlessly around the cottage, where at the present time, not a restless being stirred. The rooms were dark and the house was silent, there were only two souls awake in the whole cottage.
Harry Potter, also known as the boy-who-lived, now at the tender age of forty-three, sat in bed with his wife, Hermione at his side. At the moment, she had immersed herself in a book of her latest favorite, witching romances. She looked thoughtful as she bit her lower lip, concentrating on the words in front of her. Harry smiled as he watched his wife, entranced in her book. He loved her more than anything, and the past twenty-four years had been the best in his life. He put his hand to her hair and wrapped one strand around his finger.
"Hermione..." He purred seductively.
"Not now, Harry, can't you see that I am busy?"
Harry was a little hurt, but just laughed at his wife. She loved her books, no matter what was happening around her.
Harry leaned forward put her book down and kissing her on the cheek. She looked at him with annoyance written all over her face. She looked at his loving and playful eyes and sighed in exasperation. This was not going to be easy for her.
"Well, since you have forced me away from my reading, I might as well tell you now." She said, placing a hand over his,
"Yes, love?"
Her face was expressionless, so he continued to smile and gaze into her deep brown eyes.
"Harry, I am tired. I feel physically and mentally drained. Taking care of the house and everyone in it is a lot of work, you know. Not to mention my job is arduous enough, I have to handle everyone else under this roof and that. I need a holiday for myself. I plan on going to the Caribbean for a bit, just to get a little sun and finish my reading. It is just one weekend, Harry, and there is nothing that you can say to stop me."
With that, she folded her arms across her chest and glared at him, daring to object to her wishes. Harry gave her a smile that could only warm a frozen cavern.
"Hermione, I think that it is a wonderful idea! I thought that we needed a holiday! I am sure that..."
"Harry, not a time off for us, a vacation for ME. I need time off ALONE."
Harry was hurt. There hadn't been a time in the whole twenty-four years that they had been married that they had been apart.
"But... Hermione. I thought..."
"No Harry, I am going to have to be firm about this. I need this break and you know it. I work the house and my office and it all has finally caught up with me." Hermione took a deep breath and continued.
"I am sure that you will be able to handle everything with out me for two days. You defeated the Dark Lord for goodness sake, and now all I ask is for you to do the dishes and keep everyone in order." Hermione leaned over and kissed him gently.
"Hermione, I don't know. They're a bunch of savages."
"I think that this will be good for you. Bonding time with them."
"You're right, Hermione, as usual. I don't know my own children as well as I should. Go, enjoy your holiday." Harry gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning around to shut off the light. Hermione took a deep breath. She was happy that Harry was alright with the idea of her leaving. Her stomach turned with the anticipation of a weekend away.
"Good night, Harry."
"Good night, Hermione."
"Mummy? Daddy? There's a boggart under my bed again..."
Both parents looked at the ceiling and sighed at the same time.
"I'll get it this time, you go to bed, love." Hermione droned as she flung her legs over the side of the bed to where the child was standing.
"Alright, dear. Let's go." She said to the small child as she wrapped her arms around her mother's legs.
"Good night, Princess."
"Good night, Daddy."
Harry continued to gaze at the ceiling until he heard his wife climb back into bed. How would he survive a weekend without his wife? She was the real controller of the house.
"Remind me to hex the one who leaves their school books lying about the house." Hermione said as she snuggled close to her husband. Harry could only chuckle to himself.
With that, they fell asleep together in their warm bed, different anticipations of what was to come the following days.
How was that? No beta or anything!? It is just the 1st chapter there are 3 days in this weekend! Harry is going to have a lot of fun... Oh my goodness that is extremely short. No worries, I will make the 2nd chapter three times as long! I promise! This is just getting started!
Author: Birdie Hale
Rating: PG-13
Description: Harry Potter is all grown up and we are going to see how life in the Potter residence how can make one feel completely 'outnumbered'.
Thursday December 18
The snow swirled endlessly around the cottage, where at the present time, not a restless being stirred. The rooms were dark and the house was silent, there were only two souls awake in the whole cottage.
Harry Potter, also known as the boy-who-lived, now at the tender age of forty-three, sat in bed with his wife, Hermione at his side. At the moment, she had immersed herself in a book of her latest favorite, witching romances. She looked thoughtful as she bit her lower lip, concentrating on the words in front of her. Harry smiled as he watched his wife, entranced in her book. He loved her more than anything, and the past twenty-four years had been the best in his life. He put his hand to her hair and wrapped one strand around his finger.
"Hermione..." He purred seductively.
"Not now, Harry, can't you see that I am busy?"
Harry was a little hurt, but just laughed at his wife. She loved her books, no matter what was happening around her.
Harry leaned forward put her book down and kissing her on the cheek. She looked at him with annoyance written all over her face. She looked at his loving and playful eyes and sighed in exasperation. This was not going to be easy for her.
"Well, since you have forced me away from my reading, I might as well tell you now." She said, placing a hand over his,
"Yes, love?"
Her face was expressionless, so he continued to smile and gaze into her deep brown eyes.
"Harry, I am tired. I feel physically and mentally drained. Taking care of the house and everyone in it is a lot of work, you know. Not to mention my job is arduous enough, I have to handle everyone else under this roof and that. I need a holiday for myself. I plan on going to the Caribbean for a bit, just to get a little sun and finish my reading. It is just one weekend, Harry, and there is nothing that you can say to stop me."
With that, she folded her arms across her chest and glared at him, daring to object to her wishes. Harry gave her a smile that could only warm a frozen cavern.
"Hermione, I think that it is a wonderful idea! I thought that we needed a holiday! I am sure that..."
"Harry, not a time off for us, a vacation for ME. I need time off ALONE."
Harry was hurt. There hadn't been a time in the whole twenty-four years that they had been married that they had been apart.
"But... Hermione. I thought..."
"No Harry, I am going to have to be firm about this. I need this break and you know it. I work the house and my office and it all has finally caught up with me." Hermione took a deep breath and continued.
"I am sure that you will be able to handle everything with out me for two days. You defeated the Dark Lord for goodness sake, and now all I ask is for you to do the dishes and keep everyone in order." Hermione leaned over and kissed him gently.
"Hermione, I don't know. They're a bunch of savages."
"I think that this will be good for you. Bonding time with them."
"You're right, Hermione, as usual. I don't know my own children as well as I should. Go, enjoy your holiday." Harry gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning around to shut off the light. Hermione took a deep breath. She was happy that Harry was alright with the idea of her leaving. Her stomach turned with the anticipation of a weekend away.
"Good night, Harry."
"Good night, Hermione."
"Mummy? Daddy? There's a boggart under my bed again..."
Both parents looked at the ceiling and sighed at the same time.
"I'll get it this time, you go to bed, love." Hermione droned as she flung her legs over the side of the bed to where the child was standing.
"Alright, dear. Let's go." She said to the small child as she wrapped her arms around her mother's legs.
"Good night, Princess."
"Good night, Daddy."
Harry continued to gaze at the ceiling until he heard his wife climb back into bed. How would he survive a weekend without his wife? She was the real controller of the house.
"Remind me to hex the one who leaves their school books lying about the house." Hermione said as she snuggled close to her husband. Harry could only chuckle to himself.
With that, they fell asleep together in their warm bed, different anticipations of what was to come the following days.
How was that? No beta or anything!? It is just the 1st chapter there are 3 days in this weekend! Harry is going to have a lot of fun... Oh my goodness that is extremely short. No worries, I will make the 2nd chapter three times as long! I promise! This is just getting started!