A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club February
Fabulous World of Comics: 11- (relationship) mother/daughter
Elizabeth's Empire - 26. (food) coffee
Film Festival: 1 - (theme) belonging
Word Count: 739
"Whatcha doing?" a small voice asked. The man in the kitchen paused. He'd been trying to make the stove in the kitchen work. He was not having any success. He turned and looked at the child standing before him. She was wearing a pair of pink footie pyjamas, her red hair was frizzed around her face, and she wore a confused expression on her small face.
"Trying to make breakfast, but this infernal thing doesn't work."
"You have to use the knob and hold it for a minute at the clicky part. No, I mean, whatcha doing in Mummy's kitchen? And who are you? Are you a friend of Mummy's?" the child asked, her large brown eyes studying the man in front of her.
"Yes, I'm a friend of your mummy's."
"So, why are you in the kitchen? Mummy's sleeping."
"I'm trying to make her breakfast. Do you always ask this many questions?"
"No," she answered brightly. "Sometimes I ask more. Just ask Mummy, she says I'm very quizitive! You never told me your name. I'm Rose."
"Draco. Why doesn't she have a regular stove?"
"That is a regular stove, silly pants!"
"I meant, a magical one," he clarified. Rose nodded.
"Because Mummy says magic is a short cut and food tastes better on a regular stove," Rose replied.
"It tastes better if a house elf makes it and you don't have to fight with a Muggle device that doesn't want to work," Draco muttered.
"House elves are slave labor and it's wrong," Rose stated. Draco bit back a smile. She sounded so much like Hermione.
"I know that now, but growing up, things were different. Now, you said I turn the knob and hold it at the clicking?"
"Yes, that's how Mummy does it," Rose stated. Draco blinked in shock as the stove finally lit. "See! Clicky part."
"Right. Where does she keep the coffee, and please tell me you know how to use the coffee maker?" Draco asked. Rose giggled, smiling and revealing she was missing one of her front teeth.
"Top shelf of third cabinet. And I dunno? Mummy presses a button I think. I don't like coffee. We have pumpkin juice in the fridge. Uncle Harry likes pumpkin juice. Daddy didn't. Are you going to be my new daddy?" Rose asked suddenly. Draco dropped the canninster of coffee he'd managed to find.
"Um, I... You like bacon and eggs?" Draco asked, quickly changing the subject. Rose nodded.
"Great, you can help me set the table, right?"
"Right. We need three plates," Rose commented grabbing some paper plates from the pantry. Draco sighed in relief.
"And three forks," Rose continued. She stopped when she and Draco heard footsteps in the hallway. "Mummy's awake!" Rose announced, darting from the room. Draco watched her. Hermione walked in, Rose wrapped around her.
"Morning," she mumbled, yawning.
"Draco's making breakfast, only he dropped the coffee when I asked if he was going to be my new daddy, and he didn't know how to use the stove, and -" Rose started rattling. Hermione laughed, shaking her head.
"Rose, get out a cup for yourself and two mugs for Draco and me, please."
"Okay!" Rose exclaimed, following Hermione's orders.
"Sorry about that, Draco. She was supposed to spend the night at Ron's. You were already asleep when he flooed me and sent her home. I should have warned you."
"Hermione, it's fine. She was just helping me make breakfast. Although, it looks like we do have a few things to discuss," Draco said, glancing at Rose. The girl smiled innocently.
"I guess so. Maybe after breakfast?"
"Right, I made bacon and... well, they were eggs. Now, they're um..."
"Burnt!" Rose stated. "I like bacon!"
"It's fine, Draco. We can have bacon sandwiches. I've got some bread."
Hermione pulled out a loaf of bread and the three settled into eating breakfast. Rose watched Hermione and Draco, her eyes darting back and forth between the pair.
"You cook good bacon," she finally stated. "You should stay. Mummy's bacon is too chewy. I'm done, can I go now?"
"Yes, Rose, you may be excused. Go get dressed, please."
"Okay, bye!" Rose yelled, getting up from her chair and starting to walk out of the room. "Oh, Mummy, I like Draco! You can keep kissing him," she added before darting off towards her room, leaving a dumbstruck Hermione and Draco sitting at the kitchen table.
