Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter Series and all associated characters, themes and ideas.
A/N: In regards to the formation of the Burrow, the location of certain bedrooms may be slightly off, however, this is only a minor detail in this story so hopefully you can forgive me :).
Arthur Weasley let out a hearty sigh as he entered the squeaky wooden door to the Burrow and dropped his belongings nearby. He had lost track of time exploring his beloved muggle contraptions once again, causing him to be late and miss dinner; an action that just so happened to grate on Molly Weasley's every nerve.
As if suddenly remembering his wife's irritable, short temper, Arthur's step slowed considerably as he sheepishly meandered forward, waiting for his wife's ambush. Upon entering the living space, he took note of Fred and George sitting huddled together, gangly limbs sprawled across the floor as they concocted a new prank.
"Hello boys," greeted Arthur swiftly. Both boys looked up simultaneously and nodded in acknowledgement with matching mischievous grins adorning their faces. Shaking his head with a grin of his own, Arthur continued on through the house, very much used to the twins' antics. As he climbed the stairs, he glanced into Ginny's bedroom where Hermione joined her. The two appeared to be relishing the last few nights of summer, staying up late dreaming about what new possibilities the upcoming year at Hogwarts would present to them. Catching her father's eye, Ginny flashed a grin and short wave to which he returned and continued his plight up the long stairway.
Upon finally reaching his bedroom, Arthur stopped and twisted the knob, casting a long look up towards the attic where Harry and Ron were, having a grand time by the sounds of their hooting and hollering. Letting himself into his bedroom, Arthur rolled his shoulders and let himself relax. Perched on his bed, he took the moment to shortly appreciate the fact that he had made it this far without running into Molly and her frantic character. Speaking of his beloved wife, where exactly was she?
Arthur's question was shortly answered as his ears brought him to the bathroom where the shower was clearly running; however, this was not the only sound coming from the room. A Cheshire-like grin quickly spread across Arthur's face as he listened to his wife's strangled attempts at singing. It was an old song that had become popular back in their very own Hogwarts days, except Molly's version had included many jumbled lyrics, incorrect pitches and varying tempos.
Sliding down against the wall until he reached the floor, Arthur loosened his tie and set his head back, closing his eyes contentedly. He was completely aware that many critiqued his family, labeling them with undesirable designations and scoffing at their unique habits. But as Arthur sat back and listened to his wife's butchered rendition of her favorite song, all of the biting insults and financial issues seemed to disappear. The only thing that mattered was how much he loved his family and all of their strange quirks and habits.
Shortly after this pleasant thought occurred, the steady stream from the shower cut off, leaving only a few sparse moments before Molly emerged from the bathroom. Arthur hopped to his feet as he observed her with a slight smile, fondly admiring her mismatched pajamas and wild, wet hair.
"Oi! And where have you been?" she demanded accusingly, placing her hands on her hips, a familiar gesture.
"I love you Molly," smiled Arthur back immediately, wrapping his wife in a tight hug. Slightly confused at her husband's response, Molly hesitantly hugged him back before falling victim to his charm.
The two just never really could resist each other.