Summary: Four feet and a little boredom turns into a daily routine… I promise it's better than it sounds. Please take the time to read and review!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its' character do not belong to me; they belong to J. K. Rowling. Only the plot of this story belongs to me.
It had become a daily routine.
Harry and Hermione would pack the diaper bag, and as Harry held Lily tight in his arms, the small family would apparate to The Burrow for lunch every day.
Once there they would go inside The Burrow to find Draco and Ginny inside the living room sitting on the couch together. Two more months and they would be married. Draco would then insist on holding his goddaughter and Harry would hand her over without a word. It was moments like this that Harry and Hermione cherished. They knew how much Draco adored Lily and he showered her with affection every chance he got.
From there the couple would retreat into the kitchen, leaving their daughter in Draco's capable hands to find Luna dancing around the kitchen holding baby Nayeli in her arms. When they had announced the little girl's name at her birth, Draco had immediately pronounced it too weird. However, upon hearing it's meaning, I love you, he had ceased his ranting and declared it perfect for such a beautiful baby. "Not as beautiful as Lily though," he had quickly added. Ron would be sitting at the table watching Luna dance around the kitchen singing a soft tune with a wistful smile upon his face, and upon seeing them enter he would mumble a soft hello.
Together all three of them would watch their family wander in and out of the kitchen sidestepping out of Luna's path as she rocked and sang her baby daughter to sleep. When it was time to eat and both girls were safely put down in the living room Harry and Hermione would sit across from one another. It was a habit they had quickly gotten into when Lily was old enough to fit into the high chair in between them.
However, even though this routine was a daily happening it was not the one Harry had been thinking about earlier.
Now as he sat there eating the delicious food prepared by Molly Weasley he unconsciously stretched out his foot until he made contact with his wife's. As he carried on his conversation with Ron next to him, he gently stroked the inside of his wife's leg all the way up to her knee and back down. He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face when his wife's small foot also traced the inside of his leg.
Yes, each day during every meal and in bed at night they sat there and…
"Will you two quit playing footsie!" Harry and Hermione turned to Ron.
"Huh?"
"You're distracting everyone at this table," said Ron. Harry and Hermione looked up. Sure enough every single eye was on them.
"Sorry," they said together. Or, Harry thought, they played footsie until someone got fed up and told them to quit. He wondered if his wife was willing to leave a little early?
Author's Note: I was reading my way around the fanfiction site when I read a story with some footsie action in it and decided to do a small fic based solely on it. Did I do it justice? You be the judge. Don't forget to review! Thanks, WG13