Summary: So far just the beginning… anyway it's a surprise.  Bartlet reads Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: WW characters arent mine, neither is Harry Potter stuff…. Capiche?

Notes: Um… had to get this out of me.

Jed smiled at his wife, hoping she would forgive him. He gave her his best puppy dog expression, but her icy glare was unremitting. He inched closer towards her, a pleading look in his eyes.  But she was still being the Ice Queen.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He asked, they were both ready for bed, and he hated ending the day in a fight. Especially over such a trivial matter, like… Eating the last of her Chocolate Ice cream.

Ok, okay. It wasn't such a trivial matter.

"Get me more Ice-cream. Now.  That's what you can do." She sat down on the sofa.  Jed's hands were sweaty, and it was unnaturally hot in their room.  Despite his favorite boxers and loose T-shirt, he was decidedly uncomfortable in this heat.  Apparently so was Abbey.  Which was probably why she was so angry at him.

 Air conditioning was broken.  It was the middle of July in Washington DC.

"I can't!" He said, "The only reason why I ate your ice-cream was because it was going to melt. The refrigerator's are broken." She glared at him.

"That's no reason to eat my ice-cream."

"Ok!" He exclaimed, losing his temper.  "I'll get you some Ice-cream." 

Abbey looked at him suspiciously.

"How?" she demanded.

"Abbey!  You just ordered me to get some ice cream, and now you're insinuating that I lie about my abilities to get ice cream. Fine I just won't get you any ice cream."

"That made absolutely no sense."  She told him after a moment trying to work out what had just transpired.  "This is what I want: Ice cream. And I want it NOW."

Jed sighed, "Alright." He went over to the door of his office and bellowed, "Charlie!"

No one answered.

"Charlie!" 

The young man hurried through the door, a thick, fat, blue book in his hands, partially hidden behind his back.

"Yes Mr. President?"

"Could you get me," Abbey glared at Jed, "and Abbey some ice cream?"

Charlie rolled his eyes, "Did you eat her ice cream again?" Abbey narrowed her eyes.

"Again?" she demanded.  Charlie looked from Jed's exasperated face to Abbey's suspicious angry face and decided not to say anything.

"You know, sir, that the refrigerator's in the White House aren't working, and it might take a while…"

"I don't really care. Just get us some ice-cream." Abbey said grumpily.

"Ok, I'll send someone."

"Thank you Charlie." The president said, and watched as the young man left.  He noticed that Charlie's finger was still in his place in the thick blue book he had been reading, and his curiosity got the better of him.

"Wait a minute Charlie," he said.  Charlie turned around to face his boss. "What are you reading there?"

"Harry Potter, sir," he replied evenly.

"Hmm…Sounds vaguely familiar.  What is it about?"

TBC