Title: Every Week
Summary:Daphne just has to be patient; she will win in the end.
Pairing:Harry/Daphne
Rating:K
Warnings: N/A
Notes:N/A

He stepped out of the bedroom slowly, one step at a time. He reached the stairs and, avoiding the creaky third step, walked down them. Almost there, just the front door to go. It was right there, he was almost free. Placing a hand on the handle, he waited. No sound, no shifting, no shuffling. He allowed himself a smile, I did it, and wrenched the door open, ready to flee to safety. His escape was halted by a figure in his way, a figure, he was sure, he left on the bed upstairs.

"Harry, where are you going this fine morning?" Harry's eyes widened and her demand, because it was a demand and not a question, no matter what the words indicated. He darted back, tripping over the side table as he went. He looked up into the shinning blue eyes of his wife, who somehow knew exactly what he planned today. Of course she knew, he thought, I try it every week. His shoulders slumped and his eyes lowered. Damn it.

"Nowhere, where would I go, I know we have lunch with..." He refused to finish his sentence; refused to admit he was actually having a friendly meal with that ferret every week.

"Exactly, we have lunch with my sister and her husband today, just like every week. Now, you wouldn't be trying to run away, would you? You wouldn't dare try after the last time, or the time before that? Would you?"

Harry remained silent but started to fidget and slump in on himself even more. He really wished she didn't insist that they went to these things.

Daphne rolled her eyes and waited, she could always wait him out. He would eventually give in to her.

She knew he hated the lunches and she knew her brother-in-law hated them as well but it didn't matter. Astoria was her younger sister and they were always close. She didn't care if it took two hours for her sullen husband to get dressed every Sunday. She didn't care that he would whine and complain and whinge like a spoilt toddler. She, plainly, didn't care. They would continue the weekly lunches until the day they died.

She couldn't help but smile though; their weekly lunches were always entertaining with the two feuding boys. Yes, they were boys in her mind when they were forced to be together. It's just like being back at Hogwarts, she thought. Daphne cocked an eyebrow and stared down at her husband. Not long now.

"I'll just..." Harry said eventually, waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the stairs.

She watched her husband gather himself up and head back to their room to get changed, hopefully. Daphne smiled and shook her head "Don't forget to put on your Sunday bests!" She yelled after him.

"Yes, mother" He sent her the cheeky grin she fell in love with and then scampered up the stairs.

Daphne sighed, shaking her head. Step one, done. Step two, get him dressed.

"Well, that wasn't too bad this time." Daphne reached up and pulled a strand of spaghetti out of her hair.

"I have food in my ear, how is that not too bad?"

Daphne glanced at her husband who was indeed struggling to pull food out of his left ear. Some red tomato if she wasn't mistaken. Smiling, she gathered something green and leafy out of his hair "There were no spells this time." She said.

Harry glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "That's not true; he used a spell to throw that salad at me"

Daphne rolled her eyes. "I meant no spells used directly on each other, and you're not exactly innocent mister"

Harry finally pulled the tomato out of his ear and threw it on the ground in disgust. At her words he looked up. "What are you talking about? I never used any magic" He shot a smile her way, a smile that told her he was lying, and they both knew it.

"Sure, so the chocolate pudding that 'appeared' above my brother in law's head was not your doing?"

Harry cringed at her words and Daphne could almost quote the next sentence out of him mouth.

"Please, don't call him that. It's creepy thinking of the ferret as a brother, in-law or not."

Daphne just rolled her eyes, again, and ignored the comment. "Go shower." She said once they were inside. "I won't have my husband looking like a main meal served in an Italian restaurant."

"Yes, ma'am." Harry saluted her and fled up the stairs, for the second time that day.

Daphne just smiled. What am I going to do with him?

(w.c. 809)

WolfWinks –xx-