Title: Party Favors
Pairings: Cedric/Hermione
Summary: "I didn't forget it. I-I just got the dates... wrong?"
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Warning: AU :P
It was itchy. Very itchy but he had to do it. If not for Hermione, then at least for his son right? Of course! He had to do this for his son...
Cedric's though faltered as he heard tiny squeals coming from the yard.
For Merlin's sake Neville and Ginny are here! The Weasleys, Harry, and his parents.
"Cedric? Are you done?" Hermione called through the door.
Not to mention a few colleagues and-
"Cedric!"
Running a hand through his hair, Cedric put the last piece on and opened the door. He sighed with relief for just a second at Hermione's blank face... until he saw her lips starting to twitch and her eyes shining with as much brilliance as Dumbledore's eyes.
"Love, this isn't funny. It's torture. It's humiliation. It's-"
"Teddy's birthday. He's your son and you love him. That and you forgot his gift."
"I didn't forget it. I-I just got the dates... wrong?"
"Don't worry Cedric, it's only for two hours and you're free to go. Remember it's Teddy's birthday. Your son," she emphasized.
"He's your son too," Cedric muttered.
"Yes but this fits you much better than it does on me. And here don't forget this."
Lifting the head up, she placed a kazoo in his mouth while pushing him towards the kitchen.
When did we get downstairs, Cedric though in a panic.
"Now just remember to talk through the kazoo and you'll be fine."
"But-"
"Guess who's here everyone?" Hermione announced.
"WHO?" replied the chorus of children.
"It's Big Bird!"
With a quick shove out the door, Cedric became swarmed by little 5 year olds with sticky hands while the adults laughed and took pictures.
Oh damn I'll never live this down.