Author: Regency
Title: As
Pairing: Harry/Hermione friendship+
Word count: 300 – drabblex3
Rating: G
Spoilers: Through Deathly
Hallows but nothing in-depth.
Summary: Similes get Hermione through an evening with
a sick Teddy Lupin.
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He is as warm as piping hot tea, Hermione thinks. He is as feverish in her
arms as he was in the crib.
He is as quiet as the halls of Hogwarts after the final battle, save for the mourning cries and hysterical laughter
of disbelief.
He is as precious as the Deathly Hallows, giving great and rare gifts, but just as easily stealing them away.
He has a smile so familiar now that she can hardly believe he didn’t inherit it by blood.
He yawns so softly that she can easily hear the footsteps coming.
“‘Mione,” his godfather says and lays his hand on her shoulder, “is he sleeping?”
Teddy squirms fussily and reaches for his favorite pair of cuddling arms. Hermione knows she’s met her match
and lets Teddy go; because, for once, she doesn’t mind.
Harry cradles the boy close to him, ruffling his Technicolor hair. He is his
mother’s son, she thinks, noting how Teddy’s features flicker—eyes, from dark to vibrant green and back.
“I bet you and Aunt ‘Mione had loads of fun tonight.” He flashes a grateful smile. “I wish
I could’ve been here.”
She grins. “Me, too.”
She feels as light as a feather. Perhaps even Flitwick would be charmed.
Her little charge babbles incessantly, grasping tightly at Harry’s scarf. His hair is green, his eyes are gray,
and he has a small mustache. He is his father’s son, she muses as Harry laughs.
“He’s feeling better, I see,” he exhales, relieved. Dark
wizards, horcruxes, and Unforgivables he can stomach, but his godson sick breaks
him in two.
“All because of you, I’m just
the babysitter.” She wraps an arm around his shoulder. He wraps another
around her waist.
His touch is as soothing as steaming cider. They are that warm together.
