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“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.”
Hermione started to bawl, which made George run into the room. “What’s wrong?” He glanced at the television and back to her. “I’m confused.”
She peeked through her fingers. “I miss Crookshanks.”
“Oh, sweetie.” He sat down next to her and started rubbing her back. “I know you do. He was a special cat.”
Hermione curled into him. “Yes, he was.” She tried to stop her tears. “Can we get another kitty?”
“Of course we can.” He pulled back to look down at her. “What brought on the tears?”
“I don’t know. I just suddenly got him with some emotions when I heard whiskers on kittens.”
“Ah. But you didn’t have him as a kitten, didn’t you?” She shook her head. “This weekend, we will get a kitten for you, my love.” He kissed her forehead.
“Really?” She perked up slightly. He nodded. “I love you, George!”
“I love you, too.” He turned to lean back on the couch. “Are we going to finish this movie or do something else?”
“The movie.”
“Very well.” He pulled the afghan down and covered them both as they returned their attention to The Sound of Music.