"Okay, so you remember what Mummy said?" Charlie asked his little boy, the two of them leaning against an upturned table - water guns in hand. Alex nodded, his eyes wide and his chest rising and falling quickly due to the excitement. "Repeat it to me."
"When Mummy is sleeping in the hammock, we mustn't disturb her," Alex repeated quickly, chancing a look over the table before shuffling down again for protection. Charlie grinned at his son. He was great. "But Mummy is sleeping Daddy," Alex whined quietly.
"No, no, no," Charlie reassured his boy, placing a hand on his back. "The dragon is guarding the treasure and we have to put the fire out." It was technically true. Hermione had decided to go out into the garden and have a rest on the hammock whilst Charlie and Alex were out watching Quidditch. She hadn't counted on two things, however.
One, that she would fall asleep with the packet of cookies on her lap.
Two, that the Quidditch match would finish within an hour.
"Mummy might be mad," Alex said, worrying his bottom lip. Though Charlie's son was normally adventurous and rebellious, he always listened to what Mummy had to say - it didn't hurt that he was a blatant Mummy's boy and doing this was going against everything he had ever believed in.
"Do you want cookies?"
"Yes!" Alex squealed, glaring at his Dad as if he had ever doubted his sweet tooth. "ATTACK!" Both of the men - young and old - ran out from behind the table and started squirting the contents of their water pistols at the sleeping woman. With Charlie's experience at putting out fires from Dragons and his son's enthusiasm, his sleeping wife was drenched within seconds.
She awoke with a gasp and a curse on her lips which she immediately muffled when she saw her son grinning at her. She sent the pair of them a glare which she couldn't keep once Alex had clambered onto the rocking material and grabbed the cookies from her lap.
"We are VICTORIOUS!" he cried loudly and she laughed at him; small chuckles that developed into a full, stomach shaking laugh that had the hammock rocking even more than before. Neither Alex or Charlie understood why she was laughing and when Alex went to help himself to a cookie, a well deserved prize, his face dropped.
"What's up bud?"
"Mummy ate all the cookies," he moaned and he only started giggling when she peppered his face with loads of kisses.
"Mummy is victorious," she said to him before she started tickling him.
The prompt was actually sleeping in a hammock and I managed to comply to some extent.
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