Disclaimer: All you recognize belongs to JKR. While I intended infringement out the wazoo, I did it for fun and not for profit (of which there
is none, shockingly) and would like to not be sued into oblivion.
Rating: G. Warm and fuzzy pink candy-coated fluff.
Dedicated to the Sugar Quill and
to my twin-sister/beta-reader/companion-in-crime, Chelle-sama. Thanks everybody.
“Ron, take that out of her mouth.” Hermione admonished her husband, giving him
an arched look in the dim light.
“She likes it.” Ron
beamed and crossed the room to kiss his wife’s forehead.
“I’m sure she does, but she’s five hours old and she
doesn’t need any extra sugar.” She
reached out, stroking her daughter’s tiny foot.
“Besides, what will the nurses say when they see that our baby
has a sugar quill poking out of her mouth?”
Ron settled himself on the bed next to his wife and
tucked their new daughter in between them.
“They’ve already seen it. They
think it’s cute.”
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“I think it’s more to do with your charm than how cute she looks
with spun-sugar feathers sticking out of her mouth.”
“She’s adorable. What,
do you want me to give her a real quill?” He asked grinning. “She’d look like you, then.” His smile softened and he pressed a gentle kiss
to the baby’s forehead. “You’d
look just like your Mummy, wouldn’t you sweetlings?
You’ll have a stack of books and a spew badge and dandelion hair. Scarily like your Mum.”
laughed softly. “S.P.E.W was years ago; though I wouldn’t mind if Katherina
wanted to work in the Elfish Affairs Office.”
Hermione smiled and stroked her daughter’s cheek. “You can do anything you want.” She said softly. “And you won’t have to worry about frizzy, Velcro
hair now that Gilderoy Lockhart’s come out with that new de-volumizer.”
“Lockhart, heh.” Ron
snorted. “I like the fact that
her hair is like yours. It’s
got style all of its own.”
“’Bushy’ is not a style,” Hermione countered. “It’s a disaster. Lockhart’s hair potions have been a real god-send.
And Katherina’s hair is not just like mine; you can spot her
head at fifty paces with all this Weasley hair.”
She nuzzled all that Weasley
hair to prove her point and took a deep breath of baby-scented air just
because she could hardly believe it was all real.
“Her hair is lovely, just like yours.” Ron murmured, twisting a few strands of Hermione’s
hair around his fingers. “Besides,”
he teased, “You’re just buying that Lockhart stuff because you fancied
“Next you’ll be wanting to buy her a Victor Krum broomstick.”
Hermione shook her head.
“I’ve heard that the new Krum model has better maneuverability
than the old Firebolt series. And
its braking spells are top notch.” She
grinned as Ron made a face. “Wasn’t
it you who told Harry he should get one?”
Delightedly, she watched his ears turn red as he gave
up on finding a suitable come-back.
“I wasn’t thinking straight at the time.”
He sighed dramatically, covering his face with his arm. “Speaking of Harry,” Ron said uncovering his
face, “He stopped by while you were sleeping.
He didn’t want to wake you, said he’d Apparate back when the
match was finished.”
Hermione had a vague memory of a soft kiss on her cheek
and a flash of navy blue robes. “I
think I remember a bit. He brought
Ron nodded. “I
thought I saw your eyes open when he decided to play Sorcerer Charming.” He placed his own kiss on her cheek. “He did
bring a present. I knew we were
smart when we named him Godfather.”
He sat up and pulled out his wand.
“Accio, Harry’s gift.” Something
tiny and golden flew across the room.
“What is it?” She
asked as she reached out to touch the shining sphere; wings sprouted
out and fluttered leisurely. “A
snitch?” She smiled as it hovered over the baby, who
blinked at it with earnest, toffee colored eyes.
Ron smiled too. “It’s
just a toy; all it does is hover and follow the baby around.” He popped a bit of pink sugar quill into his
mouth. “Harry says that the next
one he brings her will be the one he catches at the Quidditch World
Cup.” His breath smelled faintly of candy floss.
Tilting her head, Hermione frowned. “Ron, you were supposed to take that out of
her mouth. Quit distracting me.” She plucked the candy out of her daughter’s
mouth to her husband’s protest and a mild pout from her child. “What would my mother and father say if they
saw her like that?” She curled
around her baby and smoothed her fingers across pink baby-lips, coming
up with traces of sugar. “Their
poor dentist hearts would have an attack.”
“Your Dad’s the one that brought them.” Ron wore the same look of triumph that he had
after every chess victory. “He
said it was the least he could do.”
“He did not!”
“Sure he did. After
he saw Fred and George’s gift he went right down to the gift shop and
came back with these.” Ron held
up an entire package of sugar quills.
Hermione tapped her lip, thinking. “Refresh my memory; what did the twins bring?
All I can remember is being hugged a lot and your Mum crying
on my Mum and Ginny.” Ron looked sheepish; he pointed and she followed
his finger to a bag with a suspiciously familiar label. “Weasley Wizard Wheezes Creepy Crawly Lollies?” She arched
“I’m sure they don’t really want us to turn Katherina
into a bug. I was thinking that
we could use them on Percy’s lot when we watch them next.
Give them each a treat and set them free in the yard for twenty
minutes, fight-free.” Ron grinned,
warming to his topic. “Or the
next time Bill decides to insult the Cannons he can have one and shut-up;
that would teach him. Or Charlie…”
He trailed off with a blissful sigh.
“I never thought I’d say it, but George and Fred are geniuses.”
“They’re madmen.” But
she could remember suspiciously shiny eyes as they’d cuddled their first
Her husband’s smile was something slow and content
and loving. “She’s sweet.” He traced his
fingers over the baby’s downy cheek as her eyes flickered shut. And Hermione couldn’t help but agree. Life was sweet.
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Note: Inspired by AlphieJ
and Darksied. And yes,
I desperately wanted to name this ‘Quill Baby’ thanks to Moey’s
apt turn of phrase. The
name? Who doesn’t like
Katherina in ‘Taming of the Shrew’?