Midnight Mischief
The young couple were lying in bed - kissing, cuddling and getting intimate.
Crash!
Harry stilled, "Did you hear that?" He straightened up and looked at her.
Hermione's eyes were wide open in alarm. "Do you think there's a ...thief?"
Harry stared at her for a moment and then said only one word.
"Rose."
In a flash, he was on his feet. Adjusting his robes and glasses, he dashed out of the room. Hermione too got out of the bed quickly and followed after him.
His panic heightened when he saw Rose was not in bed. He frantically looked through all the rooms in the house - only to find no one. He finally turned into the kitchen and was struck speechless by what he saw.
It was quite a sight. There, on the table sat his baby daughter, a huge bowl of ice-cream in her lap. She had one hand in the bowl and the other in her mouth - licking and sucking her fingers. Her face and hands were caked in ice-cream and her dress was soaked. A generous amount had spilt on the table and had created a puddle. A glass bowl lay shattered on the floor, which probably accounted for the crash he had heard. The innocence in her big brown eyes melted Harry's heart faster than the ice-cream on her tiny palms.
"Oh...no...", he said in a low whisper. Hermione was beside him almost immediately and her reaction was no different.
"Harry... oh God, " She gasped. "I forgot to put that away after dinner."
"I guess she really likes it. Maybe we should get ice-cream more often." Harry said, turning to Hermione, an amused look on his face.
"Harry!" He could sense that she was indignant.
"There will be no punishment. She's just a child." Harry said instantly.
"Mommy! Daddy!" Rose let out in a high-pitched voice, waving her tiny fists at her parents happily. She looked very pleased with herself.
"Oh, sweetie. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Hermione said in a weary voice.
She went over to Rose and siphoned off all the cream using a Cleaning Charm. The bowl went into the refrigerator, out of the little monster's reach. The shattered bowl was immediately repaired. Rose was picked up from the table into her mother's arms and carried out of the kitchen.
After a while, Hermione returned. "She's in bed."
She noticed that Harry was holding the bowl of ice-cream in his hand.
"What are you doing?"
Harry dipped a finger into the bowl. He took out it out and held it in front of her lips. Melted cream trickled down his finger and glistened in the night light.
"We have this bowl all to ourselves. Want to have some fun?" He whispered in a husky voice, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Without saying anything, Hermione took the vanilla-laced finger into her mouth and sucked all the cream from it - the sultry look in her eyes was all Harry needed to get his answer.
As you can guess, Mr. and Mrs. Potter did not return to bed any time soon that night.