"Dad, do I have to? Why can't you make Rose do it this time?"

"Because Rose is helping your mother with the dishes. Now go rake the leaves," Ron said sternly.

Hugo stomped outside and grabbed the rake from the side of the house. Home for fall break, his father wasted no time putting him to work. Hugo couldn't wait for the next three years, four months, and six days to end. He wanted to be seventeen and do magic. Surely his father could have just come out here and magicked the leaves into a nice pile. What did it matter that they lived in a Muggle neighborhood? No one was out anyway, and even if they were, that's what Memory Modification Charms were for.

As he finished raking the leaves into a pile, Rose came outside, her fingers pruned from the dishes. "Mum made you wash by hand?"

"Of course, you prat! I'm underage!"

"Yeah, well, she seems to favor you," Hugo said dejectedly.

"Oh yeah? Wanna bet?"

"Fine! Three chocolate frogs."

"Deal," Rose said, and stuck out her hand. The moment their handshake ended, she ran straight toward the pile and jumped in, scattering leaves all over the yard.

"Rose Weasley! Your brother worked hard out here! How dare you do that? You'd better clean it up!"

She got out of the pile, smiling, leaves stuck in her bushy hair. Walking over to Hugo, she took the rake and said, "I told you so."

A/N: This one was hard to keep under 250 words... I love Rose/Hugo sib-fics. For the Drabble Collection Challenge. Prompt: rake. I'm not JKR and don't own the characters. Word Count: 246.