"Who's an adorable "ittle baby, then? Who's just the biggest, cutest, cleverest "ittle poppety-pie?" Hermione cooed with enthusiasm as she tickled baby James" fat, nearly-non-existent neck, just beneath his chin where he was most ticklish. He grinned toothlessly at her and reached out and snatched at her still rather lovely and well-behaved hair, grabbing onto a lock of it and pulling hard. Hermione winced and detached his hand, cooing some more at him about how strong he was. He burbled a laugh as Hermione contorted her face into the most ridiculous expression she could think of, and she looked up at James" parents, pleased that the five-month-old seemed to remember her from Christmas Day.