2005
Hermione looked down at the toast that she really didn't want, poking it lightly with a butter knife as it slowly went cold.
She felt predictably nauseas and would surely have her head stuck half way down a toilet were it not for the potions and spells magic made available for such things. She wasn't going to eat the damn toast, she was only here avoiding Ron, who was holed up in his dorm; missing breakfast, he must really love her.
The thought brought tears to her eyes, which were overflowing so often these days she may as well transfigure herself in to a sink with a dripping tap and be done with it.
2008
Hermione pulled Si's T-shirt over his sticky little body, he was squirming like a salamander, his hair falling all over his face.
"Sirius, you have to wear a T-shirt"
Si beared his teeth at her
She never used his full name but he hadn't even noticed, 2 year olds and sugar don't mix as Ben had yet to learn, he was never here after he gave Si coco pops and lolly's before he went to work. He let him watch to many cartoons as well….
" Si will you please put the damn T-shirt on"
she was really going to lose it with the child, she was already shouting and it wasn't even noon.
Sirius wriggled out of his mothers firm grip and sat himself down n the floor
"don't wanna T-shir'"
Hermione looked down at her son, his ears glowing red beneath his shock of red hair, he was just like his dad, he wasn't going to give up.
She scooped him up gently.
"get in the buggy then"
she put him down in the 4 wheeled contraption and tucked his t-shirt in beside him
"maybe you'll put it on later"
Si took hold of her face, planting a sloppy kiss on the end of her nose
"'ater"
he nodded, smiling now, the tantrum tears quickly drying.
the burrow
Harry rubbed his face looking slightly dazed.
His eyes connected with Rons and he nodded slowly, a silent acknowledgment by both of them that this wasn't just going to go away.
"I've missed you"
Ron nodded
"you to"
suddenly the two men were aware of the entire weasley family watching their erratic
behaviour , both smiled and looked around at the assembled crew.
"so"
Ron addressed them all, taking a deep breath and clapping his hands lightly together
"hows everyone been"
and the room broke out in to enthusiastic chatter once more.
the bookshop
Hermione locked the door to the office quietly so as not to wake the sleeping si.
She walked tentatively over to his push chair, unzipping his dark blue changing bag and rooting around in the bottom, pulling out 20 odd centimetres of wood, it looked like one of those novelty pencils that can be bought for extortionate sums of money at monkey sanctuarys and theme parks.
She fingered the stick gently, looking nervously over at her son who was breathing steadily, his dancing blue eyes closed.
Hermione whispered something quietly and flicked the wrist that was holding the stick.