Autumn

Grinning, I put my head into the crook of Hermione's shoulder playfully. I could feel her body vibrating, and could hear the soft hums of the song that was on the radio. She was always so pretty when she sang, but she wouldn't do it often. I could tell she didn't want to look down at me, but who could resist this?

Eventually she gave me a sideways glance.

I grin.

We held our gaze, not wanting to be the first to back down. I cracked her, of course. Monie started laughing like there was no tomorrow and pushed my head away.

Yeah, I knew I could do it.

"Daddddyyyyyyyyy."

I looked down at the little creature attached to my leg. "Derrick!" I said while I picked up my four year old son, swinging him around the room. Against his mother's wishes, I threw him up in the air almost letting him hit the ground before I caught him again.

Earning me a whack upside the head from the wifey dearest.

Casually, I look over at her, while Derrick climbs himself onto my back. If glares could kill, Monie definitely wouldn't need her wand. But thankfully, she doesn't, and killing people are illegal, or I'd be a goner.

We were going to have a creative discussion (or fight, whichever term you prefer) about this later. I'm sure. We almost always do.

But not today. Today, we were going to have a picnic, like we used to when Der was a baby. We'd sit under our favorite oak tree in the backyard as we'd spread out our blanket. We'd laugh as the golden leaves hit Derrick in the face and he would sneeze. It would be a perfect picnic. That is until I'd breathe in the scent of the tree, and go into full detail on how if we just chop it down it would make a lovely broom.

Then Hermione would whack me and tell me to stop being ridiculous.

Walking past me with our picnic basket, the last picnic we could probably have before it got to cold, she leaned into my ear once she got close enough, "Draco, you throw him one more time and I'll die your hair brown."

I chuckled and followed her out the door. Derrick, to my delightful surprise, stuck out his tongue at his mommy's back, making a 'mmmn!' sound.

"I saw that young man. You better put that back in your mouth if you don't want to end up with brown hair also."

The tongue was promptly shoved back in his mouth, as his hands gripped his blond locks tightly. As they say, like father like son.

Autumn Prompts: leaves, tree, fight, breathe, song, brown

Number of words (at least 300): 445 not including the title

Part one of my 4 part ficlet for the Seasons Challenge by Megsy42.