Playtime.
Carrying a tray of refreshments, Hermione entered the front room and placed the tray on the coffee table. It was a Sunday afternoon and Hermione and Draco had invited their friends over for lunch. After lunch they'd been planning on going outside so the children could play, but it had come onto rain so the group were stuck indoors. The older children had all gone upstairs to play, while the younger ones had remained downstairs with the adults.
Downstairs was Theo and Pansy's two year old, Angelica and Harry and Ginny's three year old daughter, Lily. Upstairs were the Potters other two sons, eight year old James and five year old Albus, along with their cousins Rose and Hugo, who were also eight and five respectively. Despite only being six the ringleaders of the group would undoubtedly be Scorpius and his best friend Alex. And making up the numbers were the four year olds Lyra, and her friend Faith Nott.
"Do you think we should check on the kids?" Ginny questioned, glancing upwards. "They're being awfully quiet up there."
"We've got a pile of wards so they don't hurt themselves," Draco answered. "I say we stay down here and enjoy the peace."
"I agree," Blaise said, not wanting to get up. "What harm can they be doing anyway?"
The rest of the group all nodded in agreement as they remained settled in the front room, drinking coffee and having a relaxing Sunday afternoon with friends. However, ten minutes later they found out exactly what the kids were doing upstairs when Faith came trotting into the room, her little mouth smothered in chocolate.
"What on earth?" Pansy questioned, spotting her eldest daughter in the doorway. "Faith, what have you being doing?"
"Nothing," Faith replied, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth and smearing the chocolate down her chin.
"Is that chocolate?" Theo asked his daughter.
"Where on earth did she get chocolate from?" Hermione frowned. "I don't think we've got any chocolate, and if we did it would be in the kitchen."
"Faith, where did you find the chocolate?" Pansy gently asked her daughter. "Don't worry, you're not in any trouble."
"Lyra gave it to me," Faith replied in a whisper. "She stole a tub from Scorpius."
"Tub?" Ginny questioned. "Since when does chocolate come in a tub?"
"Shit," Draco muttered, turning to Hermione and seeing his wife had come to the same conclusion as he had judging by the horrified look on her face. "I'll go and check what's going on up there."
Unfortunately before Draco had a chance to head off upstairs, the children could be heard pounding down the stairs and within seconds they'd piled into the room. Looking at their children, the adults all stared in shock. Lyra's little face was covered in chocolate like Faith's, while Albus and Hugo also had streaks of coloured chocolate on their faces and school ties tied around their heads like headbands. Scorpius was running around in Draco's old quidditch uniform and Rose was wearing an old uniform of Hermione's, despite the two outfits being far too big for the children. James had his wrists bound together with a pair of purple fluffy handcuffs and was begging Rose to release him. Alex meanwhile was wearing a blindfold on the top of his head, a pair of lacy knickers over his trousers and brandishing a second set of handcuffs.
"Bloody hell," Ron declared. "What is all this?"
"We found a play box," Hugo cried excitedly as he charged around the room with Albus.
"Scorpius, have you been in our bedroom?" Hermione questioned her son in a stern voice.
"We were only looking," Scorpius pouted.
"You know you're not allowed to play in our room," Draco scolded his son.
"But you have dressing up clothes," Alex said, unfazed by the fact his godparents seemed mad. "It's so cool. I'm going to play quidditch when Scorp's done."
"Everyone stop," Hermione cried, trying to gather up the marauding children. "We need to get you cleaned up."
"Why?" Blaise questioned with a cheeky smirk. "All this stuff looks like fun. I bet you two have a lot of fun with your play box."
"Shut it Blaise, you're not helping," Draco muttered as the adults all laughed.
Now the initial surprise had worn off, everyone found it hilarious that the children had broken into Hermione and Draco's sexy play box. Of course, Hermione and Draco weren't finding it quite as funny as their friends. Now everyone knew they liked to indulge in the occasional bit of dressing up and bondage fun. It was also clear they used body chocolate, and much to Hermione's horror Alex was wearing her one and only pair of crotch-less knickers.
"I'm going to go and check upstairs," Hermione said as she stood up. "Draco, get this lot cleared up."
Leaving her husband to deal with the children, Hermione cautiously made her way upstairs. Entering the bedroom, she found their box had been pulled out from the back of the wardrobe and placed in the centre of the large bed. Strewn over the bed was a selection of her more risqué underwear, alongside several empty tubs of flavoured chocolate body paint. There was also a large damp spot on the covers where someone had knocked over one of the bottles of massage oil.
Sighing, Hermione whipped out her wand and tidied the box and its contents up. Placing it on the floor beside the wardrobe, she checked inside the large walk-in wardrobe and found her shoes dotted about all over the place and several of her dresses had been pulled from the hangers. Obviously the kids had been playing dressing up with her normal clothes. If only they'd stuck with them and hadn't gone exploring.
Tidying up the wardrobe, Hermione checked to make sure nothing else was disturbed before she exited the room and headed back downstairs. The noise coming from the front room indicated her friends were still in kinks over what had happened, but she was relieved to at least find a clean-up job on the kids had begun. Apart from Alex and Scorpius, who were proving difficult to get hold of, everyone else had clean faces and had removed the clothes and accessories.
"Scorpius Malfoy, come here," Hermione said firmly.
Scorpius took one look at his mother before slinking over to her. Without hesitation, Hermione pulled the quidditch uniform off her son as she scolded him yet again for going into their room. As Hermione was sorting Scorpius, Daphne managed to get hold of Alex and divest him of the handcuffs, blindfold and underwear.
"Crotch-less, very nice," Blaise grinned as Draco gathered up all the paraphernalia to take back upstairs.
"You kids can play in here where we can keep an eye on you," Hermione said, ignoring Blaise's lecherous looks as she sat back down.
"Well, this has certainly been a different Sunday afternoon," Pansy joked. "It's not every day you get a glimpse into your friend's love life."
"Thank Merlin for that," Harry muttered. "I think I've seen more than I ever needed to know."
"I don't know, I thought it was very enlightening," Blaise said with a wicked smirk. "So tell us Hermione, who uses the handcuffs? Who likes to be tied down?"
"Blaise, that's enough," Daphne hissed. "There's children present."
"Fine, but don't think we're going to forget this," Blaise said. "Believe you me, this story will be one we tell for years to come."
"I just wish we'd thought to take pictures," Theo laughed.
Hermione just rolled her eyes at her husband's two best friends, but sure enough the story was repeated many a time over the years. After all, it was hard to forget the time the children had found Draco and Hermione's saucy play box.