Where's My Little Girl

Chapter 5

Mrs. Granger had insisted on the Potters spending the night. After thanking her for her kindness and hospitality, Harry, with one last kiss for Hermione, disappeared. Ah... if only he'd never come back...

Mr. Granger scoffed as Harry reappeared with clothes, toiletries, and the like. He sneered angrily as Harry walked upstairs, one hand carrying Simon's bassinette and the other hooked artfully around Hermione's waist. She leaned towards his when they reached the top and whispered something seductively in his ear. It would be a miracle if morning came and Stan hadn't strangled the forward jerk in his sleep.

It was 1:07 AM by the digital clock next to the Grangers' bed, and still Mr. Granger had found no sleep. The thought of his little daughter in a bed with Harry Potter made him sick. Yes, he was SURE that it WASN'T his wife's undercooked chicken!

Oh, it was no use! When had Hermione grown up so much? How couldn't he have noticed it? Still the prisoner of insomnia, Mr. Granger decided to head downstairs and think for a bit. Perhaps he'd read a book and take his mind off Hermione's married life.

When he got there, he spotted Harry sitting on the couch rocking Simon back and forth in his arms as he mumbled some lullaby haphazardly. The sight warmed Mr. Granger's heart of ice. At least Harry loved Stan's grandson.

Harry stopping singing long enough to press his lips to Simon's tiny forehead, assuring his baby that everything would be alright. "Oh, hello Mr. Granger." He said, looking up from his son.

Embarrassed, Mr. Granger moved out of the shadows and into the living room. He waved his hand about, unable to think of a matter-of-fact statement. "W-What's wrong with him?" Stan offered lamely.

"He just woke up," Harry drew a breath before continuing. "I didn't want to wake Hermione, so I took him down here."

"So," Stan asked, unable to control himself any longer. "You love my daughter, do you?"

Harry nodded. "I love her with all my heart. There are no two people in the world I love more than Simon and Hermione."

Mr. Granger was silent. He KNEW that what Harry said was true, but... but...

"Harry! I wondered where you smuggled our son to." Hermione had entered the room.

"He, uh, woke up, so I took him down here. He's asleep again now though."

Hermione smiled at her husband, who was still rocking minute Simon back and forth. Even Mr. Granger could see it, love swirled are this threesome of Potters.

Mr. Granger right then began to wonder if the run off from the melting going on in his quickly warming heart could kill him. "I'm just glad he loves her," Mr. Granger muttered as he climbed the stairs. He paused on the top step, and looked back to see Harry lying on the couch, Simon wrapped in one arm, and Hermione in the other. Mr. Granger watched as Harry pressed his lips softly to his wife's forehead. For once, he didn't flinch. He could rest now.