A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Word Count: 608
"Think Daddy will like it?" Rose asked, looking at the plate of black, crispy things. They were supposed to be eggs. The toast was also black.
"Daddy likes the color black," Hugo answered. Rose nodded. He had a point there. The two kids were standing in the hallway outside their father's room. Rose was holding a silver tray containing the plate and glass of juice.
"How come Mummy didn't help us in the kitchen?" Hugo asked. He was looked at the Father's Day card he'd made.
"I don't know? She's still sleeping?" Rose answered, carefully turning the knob on the door and pushing it open. Hugo followed behind her, holding the Father's Day card he'd made using scraps of colored paper, several colors of ink and a ton of glitter. It shed glitter as he walked.
"Morning!" Rose yelled, carrying the tray into the room. Hugo was at her feet.
"Rose? Hugo? What are you two doing up this early?" Hermione's voice grumbled.
"We made Daddy breakfast in bed!" Rose answered, handing Severus the tray. "See, eggs and toast and juice," she explained pointing to each item. Severus stared at the black pile of what his nine year old daughter was calling eggs.
"She appears to have inherited your cooking abilities, Hermione," he stated, causing Hermione to glare at him.
"It's lovely, Rose. Oh, and you have a card for me, Hugo?" he asked. Hugo nodded handing Severus the glittery card. It shed glitter all over the black blanket as he took it. Hermione held back her laughter.
"Is the kitchen a mess?" she asked.
"Sort of?" Rose answered, trying to look innocent. "I mean, the pancakes didn't turn out..."
"Alright, Hugo, Rose, let's let your father eat his breakfast in peace while we go clean the kitchen," Hermione stated, giving Severus a quick smile as she herded the kids out of the room.
"But I want to see Daddy eat the eggs. I worked really hard on them!" Rose yelled. Severus picked at the blackened mess wondering just how Rose had managed to burn them so thoroughly.
"One bite and you'll go help your mum clean the kitchen?" he asked, thinking about the bezoar he kept in his nightstand drawer. One could never be too careful with enemies and two youngish children.
"Yup," Rose answered with a smile. Severus stabbed a small bit of the eggs with his fork, brought it to his mouth and swallowed. He managed to keep a straight face the entire time. Hermione however couldn't stop silently laughing. Pleased, Rose darted off after Hugo towards the kitchen.
"You really love those two," Hermione said as Severus tried to figure out if he'd been poisoned or not.
"How could I not? Our lovely daughter brings me charcoal and our artistic son covers my bed in glitter. This almost tops last years Father's Day, where she brought me clay waffles and he covered my bed in paste," Severus stated. Hermione burst out laughing.
"They really are something else," she muttered. "I'd better go before they set the kitchen on fire or cover it in glitter," she said, giving Severus a quick kiss.
"I love you," he stated, "and I love those two rugrats," he added as the sound of something exploding echoed from the kitchen. Hermione shook her head hurrying off to do damage control. Severus smiled looking at the glittery blankets, the card with Father spelled correctly this year and decided that this was the best Father's Day thus far. He only hoped the kids hadn't destroyed the kitchen too badly. He was still going to need to make something edible for breakfast.