Written for Hopscotch (fire [word], sleeping [word], magic [magic], "Could you just hurry up?" [dialogue]) My Boring Life (Draco has a hard time getting out of bed)

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"Daddy! Wake up!" The sounds of the anxious six year old greeted his ear, and he attempted to suppress the grin of amusement. She was shaking him with those little hands. "Wake up!"

"I don't think he's getting up, Cassie," his elder son, only seven, came from his other side. He felt the bed shift as the child climbed onto it. He pressed his hand against his father's cheek. "He's sleeping."

"He should be awake Scorp!" Cassie seemed to be growing frantic. Draco was trying not to laugh. "Mummy said he needs to get up. But he's not waking up."

"You know dad," with the tone Scorpius was using, Draco was sure his son was rolling his eyes, "it takes forever to get him out of bed."

"Maybe it's magic," Cassie suggested.

"Magic? It's not magic. Mum says he's just lazy in the mornings."

"No! Magic. You know, like sleeping beauty."

"Dad's not sleeping beauty," again there was sass in his son's voice that made Draco proud. "He's a boy."

"So," Cassie sounded so much like her mother. She probably had her hands on her hips, and pouting. Draco almost opened his eyes to look. "It could still happen to him. We need mummy. If she kisses him he'll wake up."

"That's dumb."

Cassie was moving off the bed. "No its not," she huffed. There was the sound of her leaving the room. Draco was trying hard not to chuckle at the scene he imagined to be happening around him. He stayed silent, cracking his eyes open just enough to see the frustrated look on his son's face.

A few moments later, there was the sound of footsteps approaching.

"Slow down," he could hear his wives voice. "Where's the fire, sweetheart?"

"No fire," Cassie said. "You need to kiss daddy awake."

"What?"

Draco shifted enough so that he could peer at his wife under his barely raised eyelids. Hermione was rolling her eyes at him. Her mess of brunette hair was tied in a messy ponytail. She looked to be trying to push down the smile of amusement on her face. Hermione had her hands on her hips, and was looking at him with a bit of irritation under that smile.

"Cassie thinks dad is sleeping beauty," Scorpios filled her in. "She think you have to kiss him to get him up. I told her that you said he's just lazy in the morning."

"Maybe," Hermione said, walking towards him. "He is pretty lazy. Then again, we all know how your father tends to get in trouble. Maybe this is a curse."

"So you have to kiss him." Cassie was climbing onto the bed. She now sat next to her brother, both looking at their parents with wide brown eyes. "True loves kiss."

"I think I can do that," Hermione chuckled. She sat down on the bed, resting her hand on her husband's chest as she leaned forward. Inches from Draco's lips, her ponytail falling to block them from the view of the children, Hermione smirked, "you couldn't have just gotten up, could you?"

"No," Draco whispered, his eyes still closed. "Now, you gunna kiss me or what?"

"You're such a prat," she said.

"Probably. But I do have to pee. So…" he tried to fight down the smirk growing across his lips, "could you just hurry up?"

Hermione smacked his shoulder playfully before kissing him. It was brief, but the moment she pulled away, Draco reached up and pulled her back. She let a squeal of surprise overtake her as he sat up, and she slide into his lap.

Next to them, Cassie was cheering for her father's awakening. Scorpius was groaning, and rolling his eyes at his parent's antics. He huffed, "do you guys really have to do this every weekend? You two are so gross."