Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter. This was written for the Froday amnesty for August 2022 and the prompt is 11.26 - kink, but I went with kinks in the hair for this one. It's also written for the Prompt Hutch prompt below.

Prompt:

Write a story about three or more siblings.

Do they get along? Are they close? How do they get on each other's nerve? Do they support each other? If so, how do they support each other? How do they interact with each other?

And if you don't like family fluff, throw in one or more ongoing conflicts. Include a sub-plot. Or a secondary genre. Like the siblings being superheroes or having some form of superpowers (like The Davenports from Lab Rats and The Thundermans for example).

Tangled Relations

"Forgive me, love," came from a gentle voice coming from behind her, "But it may take me a bit to get these knots untangled."

Hermione let out a sigh, sitting on the futon typically used for propping up one's feet when one sat on the couch. She hated bothering with her hair, given how tedious getting her brown curls untangled could get. Yet, in doing so, she knew eventually it would lead to predicaments like one she currently found herself in, where her hair needed something done to her hair as the curls had become so tangled that it brought a level of discomfort.

Gentle hands lifted a lock of her hair and slowly began working one kink out of her curls at a time, with each movement slowly releasing the strain on her scalp from unmanageable hair that in her own hands wanted to do nothing productive, not unless she spent much time using magic and magic potions. Yet, in their hands, it was like magic, each strand of hair slowly loosening from snarled nests her hair was so known for.

And perhaps he knew all too well that her father did, given his hair curled in the same manner at varying lengths. Somehow, her father always looked emasculate, with everything in place, with ridged posture and nary a wrinkle in his clothes. That wasn't something she'd ever been able to do.

"You know," a voice piped up from nearby. "Dad wouldn't have to spend so much time getting those nasty nests out of your hair if you actually took the time to take care of them yourself."

Hermione turned her head quickly, her mouth opening to bandy words at her sister, but instead, "Ouch!"

"Oh!" Her father sighed. "Hermione, you know better." And then he turned his head to the other one, who sat on the couch reading one of her fashion magazines while twisting a finger in her very straight blonde hair as if to rub in the fact she didn't have to spend as much time messing with her hair. "And you, Elizabeth, don't goad her."

"Whatever. You know I'm right," Elizabeth said, rolling her blue eyes to the ceiling.

"Turn your head, Hermione," her father said from behind, but not before Hermione caught sight of her other sister sneaking closer. And then-

"I help!"

"Ouch!" Hermione said, her head pulled back as someone else attempted to take a shot at the tangles in her hair.

"Jules, no!" her father said loudly, taking whatever brush the youngest Granger found and untangling it from Hermione's hair as tears started to well in the corners of Hermione's eyes. "Wait? Where did you get this hairbrush? I don't," then a pause and, "What the! Jules! What have you done to yourself!"

Which made Hermione turn, hairbrush still stuck in her hair and-

Jules stood there, grinning, red lipstick smeared across her face, an inch on one side of the mouth and three inches on the other, never in a straight line. The brightest pink blush she could find was caked onto her cheeks, and baby blue eyeshadow went from her eye to the top of her eyebrow, while an eyeshadow was used to create freckles on top of the caked blush. She'd undone her hair and stuck it into what looked like half a dozen pigtails sticking out every which way. Without hesitation, Jules asked, "Do I look pretty?

And then-

"Jules, you little brat!" Elizabeth said, her magazine landing with a resounding slap a few feet away as she stood up, lunching for the youngest family member who ran, keeping out of Elizabeth's range.

Hermione's father sighed. "Sorry, love. I've got to take care of your sisters, and then I can return to your hair."