Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Assignment #10.

Muggle Music, task 1: Write about singing Christmas carols

Prompt: Michael Bublé - Let it snow

Around the World in 30 Days: Comoros: chocolate frogs

Jingle Bell Song Challenge: Driving Home For Christmas by Chris Rea – Write about being with family.

Word Count: 507


Hermione sat on the couch, hugging Rose to her chest and staring at the fire. Ron had gone out to get dinner, leaving her alone with the three-week-old baby for a few minutes. Rose was awake, grabbing at Hermione's sleeve and trying to stick it in her mouth.

Ron opened the front door, letting in a gust of chilly air. He entered the house, stomping snow off his boots.

"Good, you're home," Hermione sighed, leaning her head back. Ron took off his coat and walked into the living room, holding a plastic bag filled with the promise of food. He kissed Hermione's cheek and held out his arms for Rose. Hermione placed the baby in his hands and took the bag into the kitchen.

Ron cradled Rose in his arms, and she stared up at him, eyes wide.

"Hello, Rosie," Ron said. Rose yawned and sank farther into his arms. "Tired, huh?"

Hermione smiled at them as she left the room. When she reached the counter, she took a warm container of soup out of the bag, and two bread rolls wrapped in wax paper. She spooned the soup into bowls and found butter for the rolls. A few chocolate frogs had been left on the counter, and Hermione took them with her on a whim.

As she walked back to the living room with the food hovering in front of her, she heard a soft melody. She stopped in the doorway to the living room, and watched. Ron was singing, trying to lull Rose to sleep.

"Sleigh bells ring, are ya listenin'? In the lane, snow is glistenin'. It's a beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland."

Hermione joined in, sing quietly, "Gone away is the bluebird. Here to stay is the new bird. He sings a love song as we go along, walking in a winter wonderland.

"In the meadow we can build a snowman. And pretend that he is Parson Brown. He'll say, 'Are you married?' We'll say, 'No, man.' But you can do the job when you're in town."

"Parson Brown?" Ron asked. "That's not the right lyric."

"Yeah, it is. For the first verse, anyway," Hermione said, letting the soup bowls float onto the coffee table.

"No, it's: In the meadow we can build a snowman. And try to make him dance around. If we can't then we'll all go flying, high above the snowy clouds."

"Muggles don't fly," Hermione reminded him. "We just learned it differently."

"Either way, I'm not going back outside tonight," Ron said, reaching for a roll. "It's too cold out."

"I'd be happy to stay in with you." Hermione sat down next to Ron and leaned against him. She took a spoonful of her own soup and sipped at it happily. Rose sighed, having finally fallen asleep.

They stayed like that for the rest of the night, watching the dying fire and munching on chocolate frogs.