- Summary -One of the kids wants a cookie, but Ron says no.

- Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter.

- A/N - Felt like doing drabbles for Christmas/the holidays/whatever. Two of three. Also, I haven't read the 7th book, so if Rowling named Ron and Hermione's children in the book, I don't know them.

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- Kids and Cookies -

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"Daddy, daddy!"

Ron turned, his two-year-old daughter swaying and giggling in his arms. His four-year-old son, with a shock of red hair that desperately needed to be cut, wrapped himself around his father's legs, nearly tripping him.

"Careful, Jason," Ron scolded. "You almost made me drop Emily."

Emily, completely unfazed by the possible danger she had been in, giggled some more and yanked on a strand of Ron's hair.

"Ow! Emily, no. Don't do that. That hurts."

"Hurts?"

Jason squeezed his dad's legs tighter. "Daddy!"

Ron looked down at Jason while trying to free his hair form his daughter's grip. "What is it, Jason?"

"Can I have a cookie?"

Emily stilled at the word and looked at her father with wide eyes. She knew very well what the word meant and she stated up a chant.

"Cookie! Cookie!"

Ron carefully set Emily down on the ground next to Jason. Then he knelt in front of them, a hand on two small shoulders.

Emily held her chant and Jason just grinned.

Ron sighed. "Listen, Mummy will be finished with dinner very soon and she'll be very upset if you spoil your dinner with cookies. I promise you can have one after dinner."

Disappointed, Jason blew a raspberry and Emily stared at him before imitating her brother.

"Now, now. There's no need for that. I promise you can have a cookie later. Even if Mum says no."

Sensing that this was the end of the argument, Jason gave in. "Pinkie swear?"

Ron smiled and offered both of his pinkies to his children. "Pinkie swear."

Satisfied, the two hooked pinkies with their father and grinned widely.

"Ron, can you come help me?"

Ron ruffled Emily's ginger hair before he stood up. "Jason, how about you take your sister to the living room and teach her how to whistle while I talk with your mum?"

"Okay!" Jason eagerly took Emily's hand and led the way to the indicated room.

"Ron?"

He sighed and hurried to his feet. "I'm coming, Hermione."

As he entered the kitchen, he heard his wife giggle.

"You are, are you?" She cast a coy glance back at him before returning her attention to the pot full of cornbread stuffing.

Ron rolled his eyes. "I swear, getting married to me ruined whatever sexual purity you had. You're a pervert now."

"Ronald, the children. And I am not."

"They're in the living room. And, yes, you are."

Hermione turned, hands on her hips. "Am not."

Ron smiled and moved around the marble island to embrace his wife. "Mmm, I think you are. Don't try to deny it."

Hermione buried her face in his shoulder. "Prat."

"I love you too, dear."