Sign
Author's Note: Originally published on June 17, 2009
Hermione loved Sunday mornings—it was the only time when she had a quiet moment to herself. In an hour or two she would have to leave the comfortable sofa and start her day. There was a husband to wake up with soft kisses, children to get washed and dressed for brunch at The Burrow, and things to prepare for her children's Muggle primary school classes the next day.
Her contemplation was shattered by the sound of heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs.
She stood up and faced her husband, glaring at him in sheer annoyance. She began whispering angrily. "Quiet down, Ron. You'll wake the—" her words were cut short when he lifted her off her feet in a tight embrace and swung her around in a circle. He set her down and grabbed her hand tightly, dragging her up the stairs.
"Ron, what..." She was immediately cut off again when he turned and placed a finger on her lips.
"Shhh, follow me, love."
She could feel him shaking with anticipation when he stopped in front of a slightly ajar bedroom door.
"Did you read him The Quidditch Robes at bedtime last night?" He asked.
She sighed at the thought of her son's quickly forming obsession, much like that of his father. "Yes, you know it's his favourite."
"That's what I thought."
He swung open the door and she gasped. Hugo's normally blue bedspread was now bright orange and emblazoned with a large Cannons logo.
She felt her husband's warmth against her back as he held her close. Together, they leaned in the doorway and took in their son's first sign of magic.