Rocking Horse

Ron and Lavender were expecting a baby.

Hermione was thrilled for them, and she was even more honored by the fact that they'd chosen to tell her and Harry before anybody else; as well as asking them to be godparents.

So, to celebrate their godchild, Hermione had taken Harry shopping for a gift.

Harry was known for being a little clueless about these things, but she wanted to honestly be able to say that they'd both chosen it.

She was browsing through some truly adorable- but admittedly, impractical- outfits when she heard Harry whisper her name. She looked over to see that his eyes were fixed on a glass cabinet situated against one wall of the shop.

Curious, because this was the kind of display that her husband would usually shy away from at all costs, she made her way over to him.

When she arrived at his side he pointed at a delicate porcelain rocking horse.

"What do you think about that?" He asked.

"It's lovely, but not very baby friendly," she said, forgetting her own impractical choices, because this was much more unlike Harry than it was her, "may I ask what drew you to it?"

He pointed to a sign on the side of the cabinet. "We could have it engraved with the date we found out that we were going to be their godparents, just as a keepsake. And then when they're old enough we can buy them an actual rocking horse. I always wanted one of those, and I figured that would worry you less than a broom."

Hermione's breath caught in her chest.

Harry started speaking again before she could manage to say something herself. "Obviously we should get some clothes and stuff, but I thought maybe we could also get something for the baby to make sure they knew how much they were wanted, not just by their parents but by us too, to have forever, I…." he trailed off.

"Want to show them that we loved them right from the beginning?"

"Yes."

Hermione nodded, she didn't think she could actually speak. Finally she managed: "Also there's a onesie over there that says 'My Kid is a Keeper' that Ron will be so happy over that he can't even accuse either of us of being too sentimental."

Harry nuzzled her neck. "We won't tell Ron it's actually about football?"

She smirked at him. "We will, on the same day that we gift his child a full sized rocking horse. Also, I'm told there's a thing called 'slime' that you can make at home. It would be wrong if we deprive our godchild of learning experiences. They'll probably need a drum-set as well."

"Somebody's feeling a little vindictive," Harry snickered.

"He shouldn't have given me such a hard time about doing his homework at Hogwarts."

"I feel like I should object, on his behalf, because you're a little scary."

"Do you?"

"Nope."

"Awesome. We're going to rock this godparent thing. And Harry?" She placed a hand on his arm before he could walk away to find a salesperson, "when the time comes, we'll rock the parent thing too."