"Ron," Hermione said worriedly. "Are you sure you can take Rose along to work today?"
"Positive," Ron assured his wife, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "You're not taking care of Rosie today, you're sick. You just stay here in bed and take care of yourself."
Hermione smiled wanly. "Pregnancy isn't a sickness, Ron."
"No, but you're still not taking care of Rosie today. I can handle it. Rosie!"
Five-year-old Rose Weasley skipped into her parents' room. "Daddy!"
"Rosie!" Ron swung his daughter into the air. "Who's going to work with Daddy today?"
"Me!" the little girl squealed. "Me!"
"In your pajamas?" Hermione asked skeptically. Rose giggled.
"Scoot along, Rosie-Posie," Ron grinned. "Go get dressed. We'll leave as soon as you're ready."
He set Rose down, and she scrambled off.
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"But Daddy," five-year-old Scorpius whined. "You said I could come with you to work today."
Draco sighed heavily. "I know. But that was before I-"
"You did say you would take him," Astoria interrupted. "Take-Your-Child-to-Work-Day is a tradition. You can still have your meeting- everyone's bringing their kids."
Draco rubbed his temple, the first vestiges of a headache beginning to appear. "All right. Scorpius- get dressed, and comb your hair. Be ready to leave in ten minutes."
Scorpius smiled happily. "I'm gonna be really good today," he informed his parents. "I'm gonna be gooder than any other kids, even."
"Better," Draco corrected absently.
"Go on, darling," Astoria coaxed. "Go and get dressed."