Title: Perfect
Pairings: Cedric/Hermione
Summary: Cedric wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Warning: 15minuteficlets and it's only a drabble
Rolling over, she felt the cool air stir beside her when she tried to reach out for his warm body. Cracking her eyes open, she found her right side empty with his impression still in the bed. As she shifted and got up, she saw their adjoined door open with soft light filtering out. Putting on her robes, Hermione slipped her feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers before padding across the room and towards the door. Hearing a tuneless melody, she opened the door and smiled as she watched Cedric humming the baby to sleep.
Hermione stood in the doorway just watching her husband care for their child and could tell by the way Cedric looked at their son that he was going to be spoiled but not too much that their boy would take things for granted. Sighing just inaudibly, she rested her head against the door and continued to watch him as Cedric laid their son back into the crib, never noticing that she herself was falling asleep once more.
Turning around Cedric was a bit shocked when he saw Hermione leaning against the door sleeping but shook his head with amusement before picking her up and carrying her back to their bed. Setting her down on the left side, Cedric tucked her in and brushed the stray curls from her face. He could see her fatigue due to her lack of sleep from the nights she had to constantly wake up and care for little Teddy. Getting into bed beside her, Cedric wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"We did good," he whispered sleepily to her.
Feeling her snuggle closer to him, he chuckled tiredly when she spoke, "You mean well. We did well."
Resting his chin on the top of her head, he knew that his dad was right to say that life was perfect when you had the world right there in your home.
