Disclaimer: It's all so Jo's! =)
"Mmm, mmm, Harry, wake up."
This was Hermione Granger prodding her husband, Harry Potter, awake.
"Mmm, Mione, whaaat...." groaned Harry, shifting slightly.
"Flowers, Harry!" Hermione urged, nudging him again. "The flowers are blooming!"
In a flash, Harry was at the window. "Wow...." he breathed. "They're beautiful...."
Hermione smiled and came to stand beside him. "Am I as beautiful?" she asked innocently, resting her chin on his shoulder.
Harry turned and kissed her gently. "You are... more beautiful than... anything," he responded. "In fact, you are so beautiful, I don't know what we're doing standing here. We should be back in bed."
Hermione giggled and swatted him playfully. "Right," she said. "Back in bed when we should be getting ready for Sarah's birthday."
Harry clapped a hand to his forehead. "Oh, my gosh!" he exclaimed. "Sarah's birthday! I completely forgot!"
Hermione's mouth fell open. "Harry James Potter," she said slowly, backing away from him, "you did not just forget our daughter's birth-"
"Kidding," replied Harry with an easy grin as he walked over and kissed his wife again. "Miss Gullible," he teased, burying his face in her hair. "Mmm, your hair smells good."
Hermione smiled, then frowned. "Thanks, Mr. Butter-Me-Up," she replied. "Looove you."
"Well, I would think so," responded Harry cockily. "Forget just how I'm related to you?"
"Oh yeah, definitely, because you're so easy to forget," teased Hermione.
Harry grabbed Hermione's arm. "Oh yeah? Then who was it that slept with me last night, Dumbledore?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
Hermione shrugged. "Very likely," she said casually. "I wouldn't know; I was over at Colin Creevey's."
Harry burst out laughing and threw his arms around Hermione. "Ahhh, best one you've ever come up with," he chortled, hugging her to him. "Mmm, I love you, Mione."
"Mmm, love you too Colin," Hermione responded.
Harry laughed and slapped her butt. "Yeah, cute ass, Albus."
Both of them laughed then. They soon quieted down, Hermione still wrapped in Harry's arms. Gently, she rose on her tiptoes, until her mouth was near his ear.
"Harry?" she whispered.
"Yes, Mione?" he whispered back.
"Love it when you hold me like this," Hermione responded, snuggling into his chest.
Harry smiled and tightened his arms around her. "And I love to hold you like this," he responded.
Safely enclosed in Harry's comforting presence, Hermione smiled.
The two just stood there, rocking slowly back and forth, for a few minutes. Then, suddenly, the clock chimed nine o'clock and their bedroom door flew open.
"Mommy, Daddy!" squealed the excited voice of the little girl who had just run in. "Mommy, Daddy, I'm five!!!"
Gently entangling himself from Hermione, Harry swooped his daughter off the ground and kissed her. "Yes you are, cutie pie!" he responded. "Miss Five-Year-Old!"
High off the ground, Sarah Potter giggled and waved her feet. "Mommy, Daddy, can we sing, can we sing, can we sing?!" she shrieked in excitement.
Hermione came over, taking Sarah into her arms. "Later, little munchkin," she laughed. "Now we've got to go get ready to recieve all our guests! And when everyone's here, we'll sing. How about that?"
"Goody, goody!" Sarah cheered, slipping out of Hermione's arms and bouncing up and down. "It's my birthday, it's my birthday, it's my birthday!"
Harry and Hermione laughed, watching their excited five-year-old jump up and down in ecstasy.
"All right now, baby," said Harry. "Brush your teeth and go potty and then come downstairs for your birthday breakfast!!"
"Aw, yeah!! Birthday breakfast!!" exclaimed Sarah, now even more excited. "Goody, goody, Mommy and Daddy!!" She raced out of the room, and they heard the bathroom door close behind her.
Harry shook his head in amusement. "Love her," he said. "I just love her."
Hermione smiled and came and wrapped her arms around her husband from behind. "Why, thanks, Harry!" she said.
Harry laughed and kissed her on the nose. "I totally meant both of you," he said, grinning.
Hermione stuck out her tongue at him, and they both laughed. "Well," she said, entangling herself from him, "I better go conjure up Miss Sarah Potter's Birthday Breakfast!"
"And I think I'll come!" Harry added, swooping his wife up in his arms. "I think a little ride downstairs will do!"
Hermione giggled in amusement and pleasure as Harry carefully made his way down the stairs with her wrapped safely in his arms. When they reached the kitchen, he set her down gently on the tiled floor and bent to kiss her again.