The afternoon was getting colder and my feathers were soaked from a snowy trip I had just returned from.
I'm tired but proud about bringing back to my owner Ron a note from Harry's house safe and in time.
Christmas Eve always has a lot of traffic in the skies because many owls make last minute delivery gifts and orders.
I'm no longer a young owl, but I love delivering the notes, letters and packages Weasleys and Potters often exchanged. It doesn't matter that the deliveries have to be made in a snowy and cold day like today.
I like to be a useful owl, and the feeling of a good day's work is better than getting cookies.
Well, Hermione makes really delicious vanilla, but I much preferred getting smiles or nods from her or Ron after a delivery. Although I've also had to delivered some bad news in all these past years, like the time when Ron´s mother was injured by a Death Eater. I didn't know what was a Death Eater or a Cruciatus Spell, but I did know that they're unhappy tears in my owner's eyes. It always made me feel sad too.
My owner got married to Hermione two years after war ended. I felt relieved because they wrote lots of letters before they started living together. And she lived very far away from The Burrow.
At this moment, my favorite smiles come from Mathew, their two years old son. He is too young to make his own delivery's requests, but he loves when I was hoot and fly above his head at meals time. Hermione always asks me to stop, but ends up giving me a gorgeous smile and shaking her head.
She's a wonderful woman. Because of her, I've flied many miles but it's been worth it because my owner Ron became happier having her besides him. He even stopped calling me "bloody bird" or "git" as often, and I was thankful for that.
I've lived with Ron since he was fourteen years old, and I couldn't have a better owner, even when he seemed not to like me much at beginning. He became nicer after he started dating Hermione. She became my hero for many reasons, but especially for her vanilla cookies.
My two owners are happy most of time, especially every time they do that. I don't know how humans call that because owls only do it to produce more little owls. My owners made do it very often and in the strangest places. For example, my wife Aramita wouldn't like doing it under a shower. After saw them once all wet and tangled, I've stopped making deliveries to their bathroom.
I've also learned to wait until they done when I come home with a delivery. Once, I hooted above them and it was odd because I could see her head, but his head was placed between her legs and he was licking her backside, I think. It was like watching cats wash themselves. She was embarrassed and he gave me a furious look. He didn't need to get angry, I couldn't tell what I had seen to anyone, right? Well, only to my Aramita, but she doesn't understand some humans actions like me.
As I arrive to our house, The Den, Mathew is taking his afternoon nap and my owners are at the kitchen. The place is a mess with many Christmas recipes undone waiting for Hermione to finish them. She's now sitting in kitchen table, breathing with difficulty. She even has her blouse opened, and even that thing that holds her breasts is removed. Maybe it was too tight, and that's why she couldn't breathe.
Ron's also without his shirt, and washing her again with his tongue. He's licking her brown spots on her breasts, but I think that can't be removed. He's a stubborn bloke and often repeats this same action.
It seems that my owner has a talented tongue because the brown spots seem to be gettting bigger from his work on them.
It's funny. Every time they do that, he collapses against her and she really seems to enjoy it. After a while, she starts making odd noises almost as if he was hurting her but she asks not to stop. She grabs his ass then, not wanting him to go away.
I rotate my head to give them some privacy. From watching them a couple of times before, I can guess that they're close to being done.
I decide to fly to Mathew's room. He's sleeping in peace
Humans are really strange, but I'm glad my owner doesn't have a beak.