Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the characters…. I just like to play with them.
A/N: I should be updating Ladies and Journey but I just had to write this little one-shot. I actually posted this on my livejournal under darksilvermoon and though we just all need a little holiday cheer. Enjoy!
Making his way from the kitchen to the living room was like being in the middle of the battlefield, red-haired little children on one side and their fathers on the other. Both sides were making the same mess of gift wraps trying to see whose piles were taller and messier, meaning which side had more gifts. Dodging a child here and there almost seemed like dodging the bombs he had read about all those years ago. The occasional dodging of adults was even necessary as he tried to keep the plate from toppling over.
Carefully juggling his plate of cookies and glass of milk, Percy finally made his way through the battlefield unscathed and mess free. Sometimes there was just too much noise to be here at the Burrow and it was starting to give him a headache. He would rather be at home or at the Ministry working but when he saw the sight in front of him, all of the noise and mess was worth it. His wife of two years was just how he left her a few minutes ago. Her mess of brown curls was golden by the fireplace snuggled underneath the thick wool blankets he had placed around her. Her dark brown eyes sparkled as she watched the tiny pink bundle in her arms.
Coming closer to them, Percy felt like the happiest man in the world. His daughter, their daughter was loved and he couldn't figure out, why in his life, would Hermione choose such a pompous git like himself. He didn't like being sentimental but the look on her face was enough to send him backwards filling his heart with so much happiness. It was times like these that he could drown out the noise and listen to nothing but them. Capturing a mental picture of them, Percy was startled when Hermione turned her face towards him.
Quietly beckoning him over, she opened up the blanket enough to admit him inside. Setting the plate of cookies down, he handed her the glass of milk and took his daughter from her tired arms. Looking at his little girl, Percy could see her tufts of red-brown hair and although she was sleeping, he knew that she had the brightest blue eyes. Feeling Hermione curl up against him, he turned his head slightly and kissed her head before watching their daughter together by the fire.
Sometimes the Burrow is just a little noisy and sometimes it's the most peaceful place on earth.