AN: Hermione's dad is breaking the rules by eating the desserts his wife has forbidden. As he's making his way to the kitchen, he realized he isn't the only one being naughty.

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There were few things Wilford Granger enjoyed more than ice cream and apple pie. His only problem was that he had some for dinner, and his wife forbade him from having dessert more than once a day. His wife knew how to enforce this rule too. She knew to watch the refrigerator when commercials blared on the TV, to check the locks before bedtime so he did not make a slight detour into the kitchen, and to bribe the grandkids so they did not aid him in obtaining his beloved sweets. Yes, she was impossible to get around…

Unless she drank cabernet.

She slept like a baby after one glass, allowing him time to indulge in his midnight snacks. Good thing he'd requested spaghetti that night, a meal she couldn't resist with some wine. She had two glasses, giving him more than enough time to indulge in a piece of pie and a bowl or two of ice cream.

Wilford snuck down the darkened hallway, cringing every time he stepped on a squeaky floorboard. He really needed to get those looked at. Tomorrow he would begin researching good construction companies and comparing prices.

Before he could think of which keywords to put into his search engine, he heard the giggling of his daughter from behind a closed door.

"Really Severus, in my parents' house?"

Wilford stopped and raised an eyebrow.

"Why not?" Her husband purred.

"It seems so risky."

"Why? They are asleep."

"Yes, but what about the children?"

"If the children awaken they will go to them, not us."

"Is it fair to dump them onto my parents at this hour?"

"They want to bond with their grandchildren. They can do so for the next couple of hours, should they all be awake."

There was a moment of silence.

"Fine, but it's still my parents' house." From the sound of her voice her resistance was crumbling

"I thought this was your room."

"Well, yes, but…" She gasped before moaning. "No fair. You can't do that in the middle of a rational discussion."

"I am in no mood to be rational, Love."

Wilford's lips curled up. He had always wanted his daughter to find a man who passionately loved her. Up until a few years ago he'd despaired of her ever finding one. That Krum guy was nothing more than puppy love. Wilford had nothing against him, but given how much Hermione hated Quidditch it was impossible to see her with someone who made it his career.

Then there was Ron…Wilford shuddered at the thought of that dunderhead as his son-in-law. He was pretty sure the ginger git hadn't had a single intelligent thought in his entire life. Compounding the issue was his atrocious treatment of Hermione. Thank Merlin Severus stepped just in time to prevent her from becoming Mrs. Weasley.

"Haven't you ever wanted to be the slightest bit rebellious, to be naught in your room while they slumber, unaware of just how naughty you can actually be?" Severus purred.

"I will admit to having a few fantasies along those lines," Hermione's voice was soft.

Wilford scratched his chin. Bringing men into her room was one bit of rebelliousness he'd never had to endure. Hermione had never been interested in the neighborhood boys, so they did not come into her room. She never saw Krum outside of school, so he'd never graced her house either. Ron and her spent more time arguing than they ever did kissing. How had they stayed together for so long again?

"Then I ask again," Severus paused. "Do you want to be a naughty girl?"

She squealed as the bed creaked below her.

Come to think of it, Hermione's obedience to Wilford's rule had denied him a chance to have a little fun of his own. He'd need to wait a few more seconds though…

"You are so persuasive," she moaned.

"Do not ever forget it," Severus breathed.

Wilford smiled as he rapped on the door.

"Shit!" Hermione yelped.

Wilford heard footsteps and the shuffling of objects.

"Shit, Severus, get off of me."

"I'm trying."

"Hermione? Severus?" Wilford began in an innocent voice. "I heard you talking, so I know you're awake."

"You didn't cast a muffliato?" She hissed.

"I thought I could hear him coming!" Another object crashed. "I hope I didn't break that."

"Just leave it. I don't think my parents care for that lamp anyway."

She was right. Wilford had always thought that pink lamp was ugly. If they broke it and forgot to use the spell to repair it he'd thank them.

"Fine," Severus growled.

"Hermione? Severus?" Wilford attempted to keep as straight a face as possible.

"Just a second." She ran over and opened the door. "Hello Dad."

Wilford smirked. His daughter's satin black nightgown was backwards, and his son-in-law's nightshirt was only halfway buttoned, and the buttons were not in the correct holes.

"I uh didn't mean to interrupt anything." Wilford cleared his throat. "But I thought you two might enjoy having a slice of apple pie and a bowl of ice cream with me."

"I thought you weren't supposed to have more than one slice of apple pie," Hermione replied.

"Ah that's just what your mother says."

"Don't you think you should listen to her?"

"Why? She's dead to the world. What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

Hermione sighed.

"So, do you want to have a snack with me?"

"Uh…" Hermione glanced back at Severus He shrugged. She returned her glance to Wilford. "I would love to, but we're both exhausted."

"We are extremely exhausted." Severus muttered. Wilford never thought he'd see the man blush, but even in the moonlight his face was beet red.

"If you change your mind I'll be in the kitchen eating." He grinned. "Or we can just forget this ever happened."

"I think I prefer the second option," Hermione glanced at the ground.

"As would I," Severus turned his eyes to the lamp on the floor.

"Well then, good night," Wilford locked eyes with Severus. "Also, thank you for caring for my baby girl. It's nice for her to have a man so in love with her."

"Loving Hermione is quite easy." Severus' lips twitched upwards.

"It is." Wilford stepped away from the door.

Hermione shut it behind him. She and her husband were quiet. Then they burst out laughing.

"Merlin, I apologize for my oversight," Severus caught his breath.

"Oh I apologize too. I should have said something, but we both got caught up in the moment."

"I honestly thought we'd get a thrill from the possibility of getting caught, not actually be caught."

Wilford chuckled.

"Okay," Hermione caught her breath. "Cast a muffliato and some wards."

"Are you certain?" Severus asked.

"You can't do the things you were doing to me without finishing what you started."

Wilford heard a static. Then the door glowed green and blue. He shook his head and continued towards the kitchen.

"Wilford?"

He groaned before turning around. "Yes, Muriel?"

"What are you doing up so late?" She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot.

"I was checking to make sure the doors were locked," he answered.

"Were you going to make a stop in the kitchen along your way?"

"Of course I'd go through the kitchen. The kitchen is near the garage. I have to make sure that door is locked too."

"Wilford." Muriel furrowed her eyebrows

"Yes." He put his hands behind his back.

Her frown deepened.

"Oh come on, Muriel, it's one slice of pie and one bowl of ice cream. They won't kill me."

"We've had this discussion before. We need to be healthy for our daughter and grandchildren. That includes eating nutritious foods and cutting down on the snacks."

"Yes," he slumped over.

"That being said." Muriel's expression lightened. "We are allowed to break the rules every once in a while."

Wilford's face lit up. "Do you want chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry ice cream?"

"Cookies and cream."

"We don't have…" His eyes grew. "You've been holding out on me."

"I'm not holding out." She strolled towards the kitchen. "I just like being able to have a couple of bowls before my grandchildren eat the whole tub."

"Fine."

Muriel stopped and looked back at the door. "Do you think Hermione and Severus would like a midnight treat?"

"I think they're otherwise occupied."

Muriel hummed. "So that's why there's static coming from their room."

"More or less."

"That leaves more for us then."

"Yes, it does." Wilford followed her into the kitchen.

As his wife rummaged through the refrigerator, he couldn't help but grin.

There were few things Wilford liked more than apple pie and ice cream. Yet there was nothing he loved more than his family.