None of the characters and anything associated with the Harry Potter series mentioned in this story are mine.

Forgive me for the grammatical errors. I did my best but there's only so much I can do as English is not my first language.

"Mummy, are we going to see nargles at the zoo?"

She looked sideways to her five-year-old (almost six!) son whose head is cocked at the side, waiting for an answer.

"No, baby, I told you that we're going to a muggle zoo, remember?" Hermione reminded gently with a smile.

"Oh," the redhead boy said, sounding confused.

"Uh huh," she confirmed distractedly as she started checking her handbag all over again and mentally checking if everything that her family needed was already accounted for.

Muggle camera, check. Organic sweets for Hugo, check. Some toy puzzles for Rosie, check. Hmm, some Honeydukes' chocolate frogs that Ron somehow always managed to slip in her bag which apparently is for 'emergency' purposes.

Through her peripheral view, she saw her husband opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat of the car. She looked up and watched him secure his seat belt and looked at the rear-view mirror and smiled at their children. He then looked at her with a mischievous smile.

"All done, my darling," Ron said dramatically, wagging his eyebrows playfully, in which Hermione rolled her eyes at in faux annoyance.

Her husband has now learned that he should show her that he did indeed check and secure everything before leaving their house or starting the car but always makes an exaggerated display of doing so, playfully mocking her overly paranoid self. She knew though that he understands that she's just very particular about their family's security and health and is appreciative of her constant forethought but it never stopped him from making fun of her nevertheless.

Ron started backing up from their garage and onto the road, driving their way to the newly opened muggle zoo that her parents gave them a ticket to. They also gave them tickets to a nearby museum but she is undecided yet if they should go there on the same day.

"Oh, where can we see the nargles then?" she heard her son asked again a moment later, his tone almost whining.

She looked at the scenery passing them by, resisting the urge to groan about Luna's magical creatures that Hugo and some of her nephews and nieces seemed to believe in. She's unsure whether to correct them or just let them believe it then discover the truth later as they grow older.

"Well," she heard Rosie say, she can see her fiddling with the cover of her current favorite muggle children's storybook over the rearview mirror. "You're never going to see them. They're not real." Her eight-year-old daughter finished matter-of-factly.

Hugo turned to Rose, frowning, "Aunt Luna said they exist! Only special people can see them, though."

Rose snorted and looked at her brother mockingly, "Whoever said you're special?"

"Rosie!" Hermione admonished, "That's not a nice thing to say, especially to your brother. Do you understand?"

Rose pouted and crossed her arms over her chest in an act of defiance. Hugo stuck his tongue out to his sister which made Rose shout, "Mummy, Hugo's being mean!" which Hugo answered with, " No, am not!"

Hermione sighed and brought a hand to massage the side of her head. She thinks she'll be having a headache and they haven't even arrived yet. She felt her husband's hand on her thigh, squeezing it. She looked at Ron who gave her a reassuring smile and smiled back tiredly.

"Oy, you two," her husband called out, which made their children stop bickering with each other although begrudgingly. "If you won't stop fighting then we might as well go back home and we'll not be going to the zoo forever."

"But, daddy!" the two whined in protest.

"Then you two better quit it and start acting nice to each other, yeah?" Ron suggested sternly which the children agreed to by nodding albeit reluctantly. She mouthed a 'thank you' to her husband and squeezed his hand that is still on her lap.

There was a lull silence as the two children refused to talk nor look at each other as a silent war. She glanced through the window and her mind debated silently whether she should be happy that finally she's been rewarded of a moment of silence or be bothered that the two are already bickering with each other this early on their trip. Sometimes, she still can be lost on how siblings' dynamics exactly work being an only child herself.

She felt Ron remove his hand from her thigh and, a moment later, heard muggle music blaring suddenly and looked at her husband questioningly as he tucked his wand into the inside pocket of his coat.

"Daddy!" Rose called out as Ron started to bop his head along with the music, "No magic, remember?"

"Honestly, Ron," she seconded.

"Oops, sorry Rosie, sorry love," Ron apologized, not sounding apologetic at all but moved to turn down the music nonetheless.

Hugo laughed at his father's antics which made her look at her husband again, giving him a reproachful look about setting bad examples to their children. Ron squeezed her thigh again as if telling her to relax.

"Relax, love, I just want to hear the ray-do."

"Radio," she corrected automatically. "You can just do that without magic or have you forgotten?"

"Like a muggle?" Ron questioned with a brow raised. "Have you forgotten I'm a wizard, love? Besides, you'd be giving me an earful if I do not focus on the road for even a second to turn on the radio."

Hermione snorted in protest. "Please. Don't be dramatic. I would not."

"Honey, you know I love you but we both know you would," countered Ron, his eyes focused on the road.

Hermione opened her mouth to retort when Hugo cut her off with, "me too, mummy. I love you, too."

Hermione looked at her son and smiled softly. The sudden burst of affections from her children never fails to make her teary-eyed and her heart starts to flutter with unbridled joy.

"Do you want some snacks, sweetie?" she asked him instead, trying not to traumatize her son by suddenly being dramatic.

Hugo nodded eagerly and she searched her bag for some sweets to give him. She pulled a Honeydukes' chocolate frog out and gave it to Hugo, totally ignoring her plans on strictly making them eat 'healthy' sweets. Besides, she thinks they deserve a reward from time to time.

"Here you go. Don't forget to share with your sister, okay?" she reminded, handing him the chocolate frog and watch him open it and give the half to her equally eager sister. She looked at her husband who was sporting an amused smile. She just knew that he will be teasing her later for this.

"I love you, mummy," her sweet little boy said which made her heart flutter further.

Hugo, out of the two of her children, has always been the more affectionate kid and is clingier to his mother. She always wishes that her baby boy would not lose this side of him as he grows old. The thought of her kids growing up and no longer needing her in the near future always makes her sad.

"I love you, too, baby" she answered, looking over her shoulder to smile at Hugo.

Hugo perked up and a mischievous glint sparked on his brown eyes.

"I love you, three," Hugo countered tentatively, letting her mother know that they'll be playing the game that he seemed to be addicted to ever since the day they first did it.

"Not again," Rose complained and made a frustrated groan.

Hermione tried not to frown and looked at his husband who's trying to hide his absolute mirth by pretending to be extra focused on driving. She looked back at her little boy who was eagerly waiting for his mother to reply.

"I love you, four," Hermione replied slowly, conceding.

"I love you, five," Hugo shouted back, glee evident in his eyes that his mother again participated with their mini-game.

"I love you, six, seven, eight, nine, ten," Hermione said hurriedly, wanting to finish this mini-game Hugo seemed to be really fond of lately.

Hugo narrowed his eyes at his mother in betrayal. "I love you, eleven," he grumbled, not giving up.

"I love you, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen,"

"I love you," Hugo muttered in annoyance, "sixteen."

"I love you, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one."

Hugo looked at her in displeasure for a while but she knows that there is no way that they will not be stopping this game. They've been doing this at least once a day for the past three months after all.

"I love you, twenty-two," Hugo stubbornly continued.

They continued the game the whole drive and she wished with all her might that they would arrive sooner so she'll have an excuse to stop their at-least-once-a-day tradition. But, alas, fate is not on her side and it's as if she never did try to distract Hugo before.

One thing that Hugo inherited from her that she's unsure if she should be thankful for or be annoyed at is that the kid has a very steadfast determination and concentration. No matter the distraction or circumstance is, rest assured Hugo will not be sidetracked from the task at hand unless someone forced him to do otherwise.

"Will you still continue after a hundred, buddy?" Ron asked looking at their little boy through the rearview mirror, chuckling.

Hugo cocked his head at his father, lips jutting out, thinking.

"I have not learned that yet. Is there a lot after one hundred?" the red-head boy asked.

She heard Rose snorted and said to her brother rather condescendingly, "Of course there is a lot, dummy."

"Hey!" Hugo called out in displeasure.

"Rosie!" Hermione admonished, glaring at her daughter warningly. Honestly.

"Sorry, mummy," Rose said, her tone not sorry at all.

"How many is there after a hundred, mummy?" Hugo asked, ignoring his sister.

"A huge lot," answered Rose instead.

Hugo looked at his sister pensively and Hermione can imagine her son's little mind slowly processing the new information presented to him.

"Really?" Hugo asked again in wonder. "How many?"

"I don't really know," his sister shrugged. "But it has a lot of zeroes in it."

"How many?" Hugo dubiously asked again.

"I already told you I don't know," Rose admitted with an irritated look. "Do you know, mummy? Do you know when numbers end?"

Hermione looked back at her kids whose faces are now waiting for an answer because apparently mummy knows everything like what their father always tell them so.

"Mummy doesn't know too, sweetie. All I know is that numbers are infinite."

"Infinite?" Hugo wondered aloud, his brows knitted together in confusion

"Yes," Hermione affirmed. "It means it's never-ending."

"Never-ending?" Rose repeated in disbelief. "That couldn't be true."

"I was just as shocked as you are the first time I knew of it, sweetie," Hermione said empathically.

"I can imagine you being so," Ron said aloud participating in the conversation which made Hermione frown at him in suspicion.

"Really, mummy?" asked Hugo again which Hermione nodded in reaffirmation. "Oh. Well, I can't count after a hundred yet but I love you infinite, mummy."

"Oh, sweetie," Hermione practically cooed at him. "Mummy loves you infinitely as well."

"You're really good at sucking up at your mummy, Hugh," Ron teased which made Rose giggle.

"Well then you know where to ask for ideas the next time you need them then, mister," Hermione countered sassily, defending their son.

"Hey," Ron protested. "I'll have you know that I have my own ideas that I knew for sure you'd absolutely enjoy in more ways than one. Thank you very much." Ron finished with a mischievous wink thrown at her which made her blush.

She gave him a warning glare when Hugo innocently asked, "Like what, daddy?"

Hello, it's been years since the last time that I updated my other story and I kinda want to continue it but I don't know how to. I figured I should start with one-shots so that I can kind of practice writing because I hated how I wrote my story. I wanted it to be perfect but I just couldn't figure out how to. I got frustrated and gave up and then stopped writing. But as how the world is going crazy right now I realized that I shouldn't let this stop me or I might regret it someday. Besides, every master started as a beginner, right? I'll be figuring everything out and hopefully continue the story and I would love to hear your thoughts about it so that I can better my writing. Thank you.