A/N: Rated T only because Harry and Ron talk differently around one another than anyone else, like brothers from other mothers are prone to do.

"Why did this bugger have to go barmy today? Don't they know that I have a meal waiting at home?"

"Ron, for a man, you bitch worse than a woman does."

"Sod off Harry!" Ron thrust two fingers at his best friend across the desk, showing his intense displeasure at his best mate's cheek. "I don't bitch like a woman. Have you not met my wife when she was pregnant and stuck in a bed most hours of a day?"

Harry gave his best mate a dirty look. "Do you really think I want to he be here, of all days? I'd rather be at home, with Ginny and the kids, than sitting at this desk looking at your troll-like features."

"Rather a troll than a goblin." Ron stretched his back out from his too-small desk. "Whose idea was it for us to be working on a bloody Sunday, especially Father's Day? This is rubbish."

Harry looked up at his best mate and gave him a dirty look. "It was my idea, you git. The old guys with families and kids who don't get to see them much needed time too. You know that we'll get our share of a huge meal at the Burrow with Molly and Fleur cooking for everyone. Besides, they didn't know that you'll be there today. I only sent Hermione a Patronus to let her know to expect you at dinner today."

Ron's stomach grumbled.

"Rather Mum cooking than our wives, I reckon." Ron grunted while frantically writing on the third sheet of two-foot parchment on his desk. "Hermione's pants when it comes to Sunday dinner."

"But you tell me that you like Hermione's cooking well enough." Harry sat back in his chair and threw his quill on the parchment lying on his desk. "Ginny's fine enough cook for me. I'm not as picky as you are when it comes to meals."

"She cooks enough for me and herself, mostly me." Ron crumpled a spare piece of parchment and threw it across the desks. "But can't this paperwork wait a bloody day? I've not seen Hermione in weeks. I'm sure Rose has grown a whole foot since I saw her last."

Harry rolled his eyes at his best mate. "Yeah, and you caught the bastard. You catch'em, you gotta fill out the paperwork. It's been that way since Harpo the Foul was a toddler." Harry threw the parchment ball back at Ron. He caught it without looking up from his after-action report. "So what's got your bits twisted? It can't be that you want to get back to dirty nappies and a screaming baby." Harry winced. "Trust me: a toddler teething is best handled by the wife and you sleeping as far away from them as possible. James and Albus were murder for about a month there."

"It's Hermione. I know you and my sister are different from us, but I get this –"

"If you say itch I'm hexing you!"

Ron gave Harry a dirty look. "It's not an itch, per se. It's a, I dunno, an ache, in here," He pointed to his chest, "and I just have to see her, snog her, hold her a bit before I'm better."

Harry laughed. "Nah. You just want a leg over to quell another ache. You're still arse over tits for her."

Ron continued to scribble on the parchment. "I know you think I'm whipped, and I probably am. But she completes me, and I like to think that I've got a place in her head, somewhere."

Harry smirked. "No, I get it. Marriage has done wonders for you, and for both of you. But please, no more details. I've seen enough to burn my eyes for a lifetime."

"You're not the only one," Ron muttered while trying to finish his after-action report.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

Ron looked up from his frantic writing. "Oh, just that I caught a glimpse couple of weeks ago while we were at brunch with Mum and Dad. I thought you knew better, trying to shag in the scullery." Ron shook his head. "I didn't need to see your pasty white arse in there."

Harry laughed. "You saw that, did you? Bugger. I thought everyone was out of the house watching the kids at that point."

"Well, I went looking for Hermione for a few moments. I didn't expect to find your arse in there acting like a garden gnome in the spring."

Harry stopped his movements. "Why were you looking in the scullery?" Harry put his head in his hands. "You'd only go in there if you were looking for her to shag, too."

"Bloody right there, you tosser."

Ron threw his quill down on the parchment. "There. Done. Now I can get the hell outta here and to Mum's for some good cooking and better snogging. I'm sure my wife and daughter are there."

"No you don't; not yet at least."

Ron stopped in the middle of picking up his rucksack on the ground. "What the bloody hell now? I've not seen my wife and daughter in two weeks."

"We've got to wait for the guys coming in at 4pm. It's only half three now."

"Bugger them. I need to see my family. The place won't fall apart if I leave half an hour early."

"And I promise you we will. We just have to wait for Robards to give the all-clear for us to get outta here."

Ron stood at his desk tapping his foot.

"Now come on. Don't take it out on me that you're here 'til 4pm."

"Why am I being punished for doing my job better than necessary?" Ron whined.

"Wealey! Is that you bemoaning your lot in life? Get your sorry arse in here along with that after-action report!"

Ron rolled his eyes once more before jumping to the task demanded of him by Director Robards.

Harry looked up from his stack of paperwork and saw his best mate standing before him. He looked at the heirloom timepiece on his wrist, a gift from his adoptive parents, and smiled. 4pm. Aurors Williamson and Beckford were already at their desks, looking at the evening roster.

Ron shuffled out from the Director's office and picked up his rucksack from the ground.

"Hey, guys," a voice echoed in the offices. Harry and Ron both looked over at the other team that was in the office. "Thanks for letting us off first shift. It was nice sleeping in today, and then taking Dad to the Exmoor match."

"Ta, Sloan."

"Yeah. Thanks. Wife and I went out for brunch and had a kip. That was so nice. So thanks."

The other two Aurors went back to their desks on the other side of the expansive office.

Harry and Ron packed their satchels and made their way out the doors. "Finally. I thought I'd never get out of Robard's office. Bugger was pestering the fire outta me for how I caught the kidnapper."

"How did you find the bastard? Last time we heard from you, he was in Hereford. Then you send a Patronus saying you're in Kent and on your way in with the kidnapper."

"Oh, that was bloody easy, really. I stopped in this pub outside Hereford. Tiny place, really. Looks ramshackle, almost like the Hog's Head."

"Ramshackle?" Harry stopped and looked at his best mate. "Hermione's rubbing off on you."

"What? Can't a bloke read while he's trying to track down a kidnapper? It's not like I can't do anything else 'cept sleep and chase leads. Sheesh! You know my wife writes me love letters and gives me the parcel before I go out on a mission. It's the only thing that keeps me from going around the twist." Ron punched the button hard on the lift. "Anyway, I stopped in at this pub, to get something to eat since it seemed the leads there were a dead end, and the bartender at that pub, after I ordered the cottage pie, told me that the bloke had been in the day before and mentioned that he was going to his place down in Kent. He said a particular name, and I ran with it. A day later, I caught the bastard."

The lift doors opened and they stepped in. Memos flew overhead and were poking everyone in the ear.

"Bloody memos," he grumbled. "I'm off duty until Friday. Go pester someone else."

"Good for you. So I expect we'll hear from you, I dunno, maybe Wednesday?"

"If then," Ron smiled. "I figure that I can coax Hermione into taking a day off, so we can both have time with Rose, and then sleep the next day."

The lift stopped and the two men stepped out. "Just don't pawn Rose off on Ginny for the day so you can have a bit of a lie in. Ginny's dealing with Al teething and that's bad enough. Throw in Rose and she'd pull my hair out!"

"I wasn't planning on that. If we need a babysitter for the day, we'd call Fleur or ring Jean up. But then she's still working so that might be out."

"I don't need the details."

They walked through the atrium and what few employees were in at work today gave them a wide berth. Even with that, they made their way to the Floo network. "You first, since you're gagging for your wife."

"Wise idea there, Harry. See you in a minute!"

Ron tossed the powder in the bottom of the Floo, yelling The Burrow and off he went in a swirl of green flames.

'Better give that tosser a full minute before I go through. I don't want to run into him snogging Hermione,' he thought mirthfully.

After a minute, he threw his powder and went to his other home, far away from the Ministry.

Harry landed in the fireplace at the Burrow and stayed there a moment. He wiped his glasses before stepping out. Sure enough, Ron was standing aside of the path from the fireplace, snogging his wife. From the looks of their thrashing, it would be a while before he saw them separated again.

Harry shook his head and went looking for his own wife. All he had to do was follow the sounds of yelling children to find the gathering. The backdoor was open and the kids were outside running around. Molly was finishing up lunch while Ginny was putting the last of the salad and parsnips in a bowl.

"Hi, love," Harry whispered before kissing his wife on the cheek.

Ginny turned and smiled brightly. "There you are. We've been waiting all afternoon for you."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Ron wrapped up his case and I stayed with him while he filed the mountain of paperwork." Harry leaned back and looked back in the parlor. Sure enough, they hadn't resurfaced for air. "Where are the kids? Out with Arthur in the back?"

"James and Fred are running around. Al is down for a nap in my old room and Rose is outside with Dad watching the kids play. Last time I saw, he was reading her a story. Oh, and Teddy is somewhere while hiding from Victorie."

Harry wrapped his arms around his wife. "Missed you today," he said across her lips.

"Later, then?" She kissed him gently, teasing his lips with her tongue. "Make it up to me."

"Absolutely, once the boys are asleep."

They kissed once more before Harry pulled back from his wife's embrace. He glanced into the parlor and saw that Ron and Hermione disappeared. "Maybe we can delay dinner half an hour?" He asked Ginny but Molly heard him too. She turned around and waved her spoon at her son-in-law. "I guessed as much anyway since Ron had been away for the last couple of weeks."

"You're a good one, Mum."

"I owe Hermione as much." Molly smiled at her kids before returning to the stove.