Ok. This probably isn't one of my best stories, but I couldn't let the idea go. Hugo and Rose are supposed to be extremely young in this fic. Probably around 2 and 3. Enjoy
Disclaimer: blah blah blah...don't own HP. I'll get over it...somehow...(
Every Sunday, without fail, Ron would wake up early to set up a table consisting of a china tea se, a pot of invisible tea, and Rose's favorite treat: pretend pink cake. When Rose first asked her father to have a tea party with her, he was reluctant. But he loved his daughter and would do anything to make her happy, even if that meant having imaginary brunch with her stuffed animals.
As they sat down , Rose poured her daddy "tea". Her brother Hugo walked up to the table, looking disdainful, but curious.
"Would you like to join us, Hugo?" asked Ron.
"No." Hugo replied, pouting, but Ron could tell he wanted to ask a question.
"Daddy?" he questioned slowly.
"Hmmm...?" Ron was helping himself to some "cake".
"Why are you acting like a girl? And why are you pretending to eat food? I don't see anything here?" little Hugo was puzzled.
"We're having cake!" his big sister announced cheerfully," It's pink cake, and it's good cake!" Ron nodded seriously as if he truly believed there was a table of food in front of him, a hint of a smile playing in his eyes. Hugo stamped his foot: he was near tears, "But why are you acting like a girl?" he asked again. It was upsetting thinking his father, the man he admired so much, was mere inches away from putting on a dress. Rose hummed a little as she poured more tea to her stuffed friend Frederick the tiger.
"It's Okay, sweetie," Ron cooed softly, "Boys can have tea parties too! In fact," his ears started to turn scarlet," I had lots of them with Aunt Ginny when we were little." Rose looked up and nodded seriously as if she had been there and witnessed their father having a tea party. Hugo sniffed.
"Oh. Do I have to have one?" he asked anxiously. Ron laughed.
"No. You can go play somewhere else. How about you go find Mommy in the garden? I bet she'd like some help with those knew plants Auntie Lovegood gave us." His son sighed in relief and ran outside to go find the strange plants that mimicked bird calls. He wouldn't find his mother though. Hermione sniffed as she went into the kitchen. She had seen this take place and was touched. It had never been easy for her husband to be tender like this with most people, but all his barriers seemed to fall away when he was with their children. Rose and Hugo would grow up and time would leave behind the play and bring angry, hormonal teenagers, but there would always be the happy memory of tea time with Daddy.
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