8. Remember the Little Things

The rain poured over the window in torrents. I paid it little notice, really, except for taking advantage of the gloomy atmosphere the weather created. I had the day off, so I was curled up in my favorite chair by the fire, reading, completely oblivious to the world. I didn't even bother changing out of my pajamas.

I started the morning with a cup of coffee and a romance novel my mother had given me recently. Then, as morning and afternoon collided, the abandoned cup of coffee became a cup of tea, complete with a touch of milk and honey. The romance novel had found its way to the side table, and I was now halfway through a mystery that I'd found in Flourish & Blotts the last time I had gone to Diagon Alley.

I didn't realize just how long I had been sitting there until Harry took the empty teacup and replaced it with a glass of pumpkin juice. "I think that's enough caffeine for one day."

I looked up, completely baffled. How long had he been here? "What?"

Harry laughed lightly. "I said, that's enough caffeine for today. You had one cup of coffee this morning, and then three cups of tea. I don't really know how you haven't needed to go to the loo yet today."

"Oh," I said, closing my book. This one was about a grand adventure, with a wizard whose idea of magic made me laugh a little. "Have you been getting my drinks all day?"

He smiled and kissed the top of my head. "Yes, love, I have. I know we're surrounded by magic on a daily basis, but most beverages do not just prepare themselves."

"Have you been here all day?" I unfolded myself from my armchair, noting how stiff I was from almost an entire day of no physical activity.

"I got here around book number three, I think. That's when I brought you your first cup of tea." Harry scooped Crookshanks into his lap, rubbing him just behind the ears. "I also fed your cat, paid the owl for today's Daily Prophet, and prevented the third Wizarding war from erupting."

I shot him a glare at the last thing he listed. "Oh, now you're just having me on!"

"Well," he chuckled, "you were so entranced in your reading that I doubt you would have noticed a full on duel in this very room!"

I threw a book at him, which he easily dodged. "Prat."

"But you love me," he teased, coming back over to kiss me on the lips. Merlin, this man was a saint. "I did, however, fix you dinner."

"Harry! You didn't have to do that!" I protested. Just then, my stomach growled as though overjoyed by the prospect of food.

"Apparently I did, 'Mione," He snickered. "How does chicken parmesan sound?"

"How is it that you can forget your own birthday, but manage to remember how I take my tea and what my favorite meal is?" I chided him.

Handing me a plate of food, he kissed me again. "It's the little things, right?"


(A/N: Howdy. If you couldn't tell, this one is a kind of stand-alone from the plot that just sort of...developed a few chapters ago. I'm sorry it's so short, but I do hope that you enjoyed it. Quality over quantity, right? Should be more updates soon. Leave me review love! Xo.)