I'm sorry for the lateness of the update - this was supposed to go up yesterday. I had it all done and everything, but ff . net was giving me problems and I couldn't login. Sorry again for the wait!

Here's the first of my Father's Day drabble pair. It's my lame attempt at humor that didn't end up being funny, but I hope you still like it!

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The park was warm and sunny, the early June afternoon brightening the day and swathing the vast lawns in a light, comfortable humidity. A family sat at a table in the park, the wooden, weathered surface covered in an odd mixture of shiny wrapping paper and sandwich remains.

A little girl, her white-blonde curls bouncing energetically as she stood unsteadily on the bench, tugged impatiently on her father's arm.

"Mine next, mine next, Daddy!" she pleaded, an innocently sweet smile illuminating her pastel face.

The man beside her chuckled and pulled her firmly onto his lap, his hair mirroring the exact shade of her own.

"All right, baby. Which one's yours?" Over the table, he met the brown, laughing eyes of his wife and rolled his own sarcastically, a playful smile flitting over his sharp features.

"The pink one, Daddy, with the bow!"

As he pulled the gift towards him, he smiled warmly at his ecstatic daughter and said, the good-natured sarcasm in his voice barely concealed, "How did I guess?"

His wife smiled demurely across the table and softly laughed, the sound like melodious bells.

"Well, go on, Draco. Open it. Don't keep her waiting."

With an exaggerated sigh, he squeezed the little girl tighter and tickled her stomach, evoking a laugh that mimicked the harmonic sounds of her mother.

"Fine, here goes." Ripping the sparkling paper, he slowly opened a white shirt-box. Inside, pink and white tissue paper lay ingenuously, revealing an otherwise empty box. A puzzled expression crossed his face before he turned to the girl.

"Thanks, sweetheart. I've always wanted an empty box and tissue paper."

Hermione frowned. "Draco…" she warned, a light threat tainting her voice.

The little girl pushed away from him, firing a childish glare his way. "No, Daddy," she patiently explained, her voice taking on a bossy tone, "Mommy says you don't smile enough, so I gave you one of mine."

Draco felt Hermione smile, her eyes crinkled in surprised pleasure.

Gently placing the lid back on the box, Draco faced his daughter and pulled her into a tight hug, placing a light kiss on the back of her head.

"Thanks, baby. I'll keep it for always."

Self-satisfied, the little girl replied with a proverbial smirk, "You're welcome."

Later, as the family walked home hand-in-hand as the sun began to set, throwing explosive orange rays over the park, Draco leaned in close towards Hermione.

"I don't smile enough?"

With a sheepish smile, she tilted her face so she could just see him out of the corner of her eye. "Not as much as you could."

He chuckled and whispered into her hair conspiratorially.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I do, in fact, smile a lot, just not at you?"

With an indignant, exaggerated gasp, Hermione yanked her hand away, tossing her head and sending brown curls flying.

"Well, then I guess it's a good thing our daughter has more than enough smiles to go around," she sniffed, hiding a grin that threatened to spread across her face.

With a laugh, Draco scooped up her hand again, kissing her knuckles, and flashed a brilliant smile just for his wife.