THC, Practice round, Slytherin, Potions, Drabble.

Prompt: [Dialogue] "I saw that, you know". (Alts - pronouns can change).

Word Count: 776

Warnings: Sleep-deprived parents.

Beta'ed by: Storyplease, Tea.

Scanning her eyes over the pages of the book, Hermione smiled to herself. This animal fact book was one that her husband, Ron, had brought her for her birthday last month. It had been stacked up on the shelf since then.

Slowly settling herself on the couch, her eyes moved purposefully around the room as she watched Rose help Hugo turn pages on a board book. It was Hermione's turn to look after the two children, while Ron showered and took a nap. He had gone up just after lunchtime, leaving his sandwich unfinished, after Hermione had had a shower.

Little Hugo, barely six months old, had been up for five nights straight like clockwork. He couldn't go longer than an hour without being held. It was exhausting.

As much as she and Ron wanted to sleep in when their son finally settled in the morning, they had three-year-old Rose to think about. She deserved their love and attention, and someone had to be there to keep her from climbing up on every surface in their house. She was much more adventurous than Hermione had ever been.

Hugo swatted aimlessly at the shiny toy next to him. Rose, with an understanding grin, pushed it closer until he could get it in his chubby fists.

Hermione allowed herself to turn her attention to the book.

'They'll be fine for a few minutes. Besides, I'll see if anything happens.'

In her peripheral vision, she kept an eye on the playing duo, but couldn't help but be absorbed in the book; who knew they could be so interesting? She would have never brought this for herself.

She never knew that on land, Penguins were called a waddle—that was a fun fact she would share with Ron in a few hours.

Ginger hair moved quickly towards the kitchen, and a little grubby hand grabbed hold of an unfinished sandwich and stuffed it into her mouth.

How the young girl saw Ron's unfinished sandwich—yes, he was that tired—and why she thought she could eat it without being noticed was beyond Hermione's understanding. "I saw that you know," she said, eyeing her daughter sternly.

Rose looked at Hermione and giggled, quickly finishing her mouthful and then smiling innocently. "Daddy won't mind."

Hermione chuckled. Ron probably wouldn't even notice it was missing.

With a wistful glance at her book, she placed it on the shelf and stood up.

"How about I make you some food?"

Rose's eyes lit up and her mouth opened in astonishment. "How did you know I was hungry?"

Hermione smiled. "Mother's intuition."

Hermione glanced through the cupboards—they really needed to go shopping—and grabbed the long spaghetti. It looked like it would be a messy spaghetti bolognese tonight. She popped the spaghetti into a pot of boiling water to cook before frying the mince in a cast iron pan. This was a meal she preferred Ron making for the family; there was something about how he did it that brought out all of the flavours, unlike hers which was always a little bland.

She continued through, only having to go out of the room to check on the children twice; once when she saw a shadow too high and found Rose climbing on top of the couch, and the other time when Hugo began fussing and wanted to nurse. It appeared that she'd be feeding him before dinner was ready.

"Mummy," Rose said as she skipped into the room. "I'm hungry."

"Dinner's almost ready, sweetie. Can you go and wash your hands and face?"

Rose nodded and ran off.

That would give Hermione at least a minute to finish everything. Could she get it all done in time? Hermione knew that she had to feed Hugo and decided to forego the muggle way. While they weren't necessarily raising their children 'muggle', they didn't want them to be dependent on magic as they often visited the muggle world.

Without hesitation, she pulled out her wand and used it to set the table, serve the food, and put the pans in the sink for washing up.

"I saw that," Ron said, alerting her to his presence.

Hermione smiled at him. "Did you, now? I should be more careful; I didn't even see you coming."

Ron grinned, looking much more refreshed than when he had gone upstairs four hours ago. "It's my super-spy skills," he teased before walking into the other room to collect Hugo. "Maybe I'll teach you one day."

Hermione wasn't sure if he was talking to her or Hugo, so she sat down and waited until they were all there before starting to eat—well, she multitasked eating and feeding Hugo.