Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All of that glory goes to the darling J.K. Rowling. The plot does, however, belong to ME. Lyrics belong to the beautiful Taylor Swift.
A pitter-patter is heard above the heads of two adults as they sit in the kitchen drinking coffee. The coffee drinkers look to one another. Knowing smiles are shared. The pitter-patter of the feet above their heads shifts to the stairs. A little girl with a soft golden blonde colored hair and bright hazel eyes runs into the kitchen and climbs into an empty chair. The brunette sitting across from the blonde man stands and goes to the cabinet. She takes out a small bowl.
"Cereal or oatmeal?" her voice is soft. She turns to her daughter.
"SUGAR O'S!" the girl bounces, her curls following suit. She catches a glance of her father and she looks to the blonde man. When she sees the pointed look she adds, "Please!" Her mother nods and takes out the box and pours the girl a bowlful. After adding milk, she sets the bowl and a spoon in front of the girl and retakes her empty seat. The girl picks up her spoon and eats O after O from her bowl until there is only milk left.
The blonde man reaches over to his daughter and pushes a blonde curl behind her ear. "Well my baby girl, if we want to go to the fair we should get going, especially if you want to get the best and biggest pumpkin for Halloween. You don't want to catch your death. Ask mum to get your coat."
The little girl looks to her mother and sets her spoon down. "Can I please have my jacket mummy?" The woman nods and stands again, taking her cup of coffee with her and walks by her husband, who pulls her toward him to get a kiss, which she obliges to.
The man and the little girl look to one another.
"Guin!" The little girl's mother calls from another room, "Come get your jacket!" The little girl, Guin, hops down and thinks about shooting to the other room but before clearing the kitchen, she takes her bowl and puts it in the sink. Once the bowl clangs into the sink, she runs to her mother in the front hall.
With a smile, the mother slides an arm of the jacket over a hand and Guin finishes putting her other arm through the last hole and zips it up. "Papa!" Guin shouts from the front hall to the man that is obviously lagging behind.
"Guinevere Isla Malfoy, are you shouting in the house?" the male voice of her father comes from the room just off the front hall.
"No?" Guin answers. Her mother smiles and places a scarf around her own neck.
"That's what I thought," her father responds as he takes his coat from his wife. He steals a kiss that is stopped at a peck. He scowls.
"Darling, later," she replies with a nod to their daughter.
"Hermione," her husband pouts.
"Draco Malfoy, you will have the best day with your daughter. I have errands to run. Love you," Hermione firmly states with a kiss to his cheek. She bends and picks up her daughter and places a kiss to her forehead. "Love you Baby Girl. Be good for your father. I will have dinner ready when you guys get back. How does…fish and chips sound?"
Guin smiles and nods and goes to her father when Hermione places her in his open arms.
The father and daughter walk out of the front door and stroll down the walkway. Within twenty minutes they could smell the fair. Once on the fairgrounds Draco sets Guin on her feet and lets her take off towards the pumpkin patch. For hours, Draco watches as his daughter runs through the throng of people pointing every so often at a game she wanted to play or something she wanted to eat or drink.
Draco looks to his watch and notices the time for the first time in ages: 6:43PM. He looks up to see his daughter plopped on a bale of hay near the pumpkin patch, where they basically started. He kneels down in front of her, "Ready to go, Baby Girl?"
Guin nods.
"Which pumpkin would you like?" he asks.
Rubbing her eyes, she looks around and points to a rather small one that she could clean out all by her lonesome. Draco nods and pays the man. Picking up the small pumpkin, he sets it next to his daughter, picks her up and allows her to settle her head in the crook of his neck and then picks up her pumpkin. He leaves the fairgrounds and twenty minutes later, he is walking up the stairs to their home.
Draco opens the door easily and sets the pumpkin on the front table in the hall. He goes to the kitchen and stands in the doorway watching his wife move about the kitchen island making dinner for the three of them.
Hermione turns from her work and looks to Draco and their slumbering daughter. She turns down the stove and wipes her hands on a towel. She moves to Draco and follows him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She reaches around Draco and opens their daughter's room. She walks in after Draco and folds down her coverlets and sheets and goes to her dresser to get some pajamas.
Hermione pulls out a Dopey nightgown and closes the drawer and turns to find Draco slowly pulling on the jacket that kept their daughter warm. He gently tugs on her shirt as her mother pulls off her sneakers and pants. He takes the nightgown that Hermione offers and pulls it over Guin's head. Hermione pulls the dirty clothes and jacket off the bed and allows Draco to fold the blankets around Guin and tucks her in securely. Draco takes his wife's hand and pulls her to him. With a smile they both walk out of the room quietly and shut the door behind them as they go and stroll down the stairs and sit in the kitchen to eat.
Quick author's note: This is the first chapter, I don't know the final number of chapters will be until this is done. Maybe four but I was thinking three. Thank you for your time and I would appreciate a review or two... Same chapter just edited. I had a better idea as to where I would go with this. So here's the edit and the second chapter will be out soon.
Kaleigh Windelynn