Kids say the darndest things...
Title: Kids say the darndest things...
Team: Spy for the Dark
Word count: 100 exactly x 3
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Severus/Hermione
Challenge: via quiescent - “first word”
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good; however, I promise to return everyone, good as new, when I'm done playing with them. I own nothing that you recognize, and I do not profit from any of it.
A/N: The name Abigail comes from a Hebrew word that roughly translates as "father's joy." =)
Hermione arched an eyebrow at her husband.
“Severus, I am not going to bet about our daughter’s first words,” she said in exasperation. “The idea!”
Severus grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “Are you afraid you’ll lose?”
“How about this?” Hermione suggested, slipping into her husband’s lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. “You tell me what you think her first word will be, and I’ll tell you what I think it will be.”
“And what will the winner get?” Severus asked slyly.
“Righteous satisfaction,” Hermione declared with a grin. Severus nuzzled his nose into her collarbone, teasing her with kisses.
“I was thinking of a somewhat more tangible prize,” he murmured silkily.
“A prize would mean betting, Severus,” Hermione repeated. Severus looked at her sternly.
“Sometimes I wish I hadn’t married the brightest witch of her age,” he complained good-naturedly. “You’re so logical about everything.”
“Well, why did you marry me, then?” she asked archly.
“Because I fell in love, you witch,” he replied, showering her with kisses once again. Giggling, she pushed away and turned her attention back to their daughter, her hair a jumbled riot of raven curls as she toddled around the room, gabbling happily to herself.
“What’s your first word going to be, Abbey love?” Hermione asked her.
Abigail ignored her, plopping onto the floor next to the teddy bear that Draco and Harry had given her. True to her uncles’ profession, the bear was dressed in Quidditch robes and carried a broom.
“Daddy,” Severus said fondly, sipping his tea.
“Book,” Hermione countered, listening to Abigail’s burbling absently. Suddenly, a distinct word caught her attention. She froze, her startled gaze meeting her husband’s.
“It can’t be -“ Hermione began.
“Kid-ditch,” Abigail repeated happily, waving her teddy.
Severus buried his face in his hands with a groan.
Team: Spy for the Dark
Word count: 100 exactly x 3
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Severus/Hermione
Challenge: via quiescent - “first word”
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good; however, I promise to return everyone, good as new, when I'm done playing with them. I own nothing that you recognize, and I do not profit from any of it.
A/N: The name Abigail comes from a Hebrew word that roughly translates as "father's joy." =)
Hermione arched an eyebrow at her husband.
“Severus, I am not going to bet about our daughter’s first words,” she said in exasperation. “The idea!”
Severus grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “Are you afraid you’ll lose?”
“How about this?” Hermione suggested, slipping into her husband’s lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. “You tell me what you think her first word will be, and I’ll tell you what I think it will be.”
“And what will the winner get?” Severus asked slyly.
“Righteous satisfaction,” Hermione declared with a grin. Severus nuzzled his nose into her collarbone, teasing her with kisses.
“I was thinking of a somewhat more tangible prize,” he murmured silkily.
“A prize would mean betting, Severus,” Hermione repeated. Severus looked at her sternly.
“Sometimes I wish I hadn’t married the brightest witch of her age,” he complained good-naturedly. “You’re so logical about everything.”
“Well, why did you marry me, then?” she asked archly.
“Because I fell in love, you witch,” he replied, showering her with kisses once again. Giggling, she pushed away and turned her attention back to their daughter, her hair a jumbled riot of raven curls as she toddled around the room, gabbling happily to herself.
“What’s your first word going to be, Abbey love?” Hermione asked her.
Abigail ignored her, plopping onto the floor next to the teddy bear that Draco and Harry had given her. True to her uncles’ profession, the bear was dressed in Quidditch robes and carried a broom.
“Daddy,” Severus said fondly, sipping his tea.
“Book,” Hermione countered, listening to Abigail’s burbling absently. Suddenly, a distinct word caught her attention. She froze, her startled gaze meeting her husband’s.
“It can’t be -“ Hermione began.
“Kid-ditch,” Abigail repeated happily, waving her teddy.
Severus buried his face in his hands with a groan.