Hermione's Secret Daughter: Rose Marie Granger

Chapter 3

Once Rosie was dressed to perfection, Hermione whisked her into the kitchen, where she prepared a nourishing breakfast. For Rosie, she lovingly prepared a warm bowl of oatmeal, carefully selecting the perfect consistency to suit her little one's taste. Hermione herself opted for a bowl of cereal, appreciating the simplicity and ease it offered.

With breakfast now complete, Hermione turned her attention to the next task at hand. She knew that Rosie would be entertained by her favorite cartoons, so she switched on the television, ensuring a delightful morning for her daughter. Meanwhile, Hermione retreated to her bedroom to select an outfit for herself, eager to embrace the day ahead.

Hermione gracefully emerged from the confines of her cozy condo, adorned in a long-sleeved t-shirt of a subtle shade of grey. The fabric gently caressed her skin, providing a comforting embrace. Complementing her upper attire, she wore a pair of sweatpants in the same muted hue, their soft texture offering a sense of tranquility. Adorning her feet were snug grey socks, ensuring warmth and snugness as she traversed the living room. Her unruly brown locks, cascading with a natural elegance, were effortlessly gathered into a tousled bun, adding a touch of carefree charm to her appearance.

Harry had just emerged from the fireplace, the warmth of the flames still lingering on his skin. As he stood there, his eyes locked onto the woman before him, who held the esteemed titles of both his best friend and the mother of his beloved daughter. She exuded a captivating beauty, effortlessly showcased in the simplicity of her chosen attire. Harry couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in her body since the last time he had seen her unclothed. It was a topic that had been shrouded in speculation, as many individuals falsely believed that he had no recollection of their intimate encounter with Hermione.

"Daddy!" Rose exclaimed, launching herself into his arms with an infectious enthusiasm. Her small frame collided with his, and he instinctively caught her, his strong arms enveloping her in a warm embrace.

"Hey Rosie Posie," Harry greeted, a tender smile gracing his lips as he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. The affectionate nickname rolled off his tongue effortlessly, a testament to the bond they shared.

"Mama is beautiful, daddy," Rose declared, her voice filled with admiration and adoration for her mother. Her bright eyes sparkled with innocence and wonder, as she marveled at the beauty she saw in her mother's presence.

"Yes, she is, princess," Harry replied to Rose, his voice filled with warmth and affection. The corners of his lips curled into a gentle smile as he spoke, his eyes sparkling with adoration for the girl standing before him. Rose, with her golden locks cascading down her shoulders, looked at Harry with a mixture of curiosity and delight, her eyes shining like emeralds in the sunlight.

Hermione, standing nearby, felt a faint blush creep up her cheeks. The rosy hue added a touch of color to her porcelain complexion, making her look even more radiant. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest at the sight of Harry's affectionate response. It was a small, subtle gesture, but it spoke volumes to her sensitive heart.

Curiosity twinkled in Rose's eyes as she peered at the bags in Harry's hands. "What's in the bags, daddy?" she inquired, her voice filled with innocent wonder.

Harry's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he looked down at his daughter. "Presents," he answered, his voice laced with excitement. He couldn't help but feel a surge of joy at the thought of the surprises he had carefully chosen for Rose.

A burst of excitement bubbled up within Rose, causing her to bounce on her toes. "Did you get me something, daddy?" she asked, her voice brimming with eagerness. The anticipation of receiving a gift from her beloved father was almost too much for her young heart to bear.