A couple of weeks have passed, and we still haven't found the time for a family night. That was until Hermione suggested the Weasely's just come over on Friday, our date night.

Sadly that night was tonight, which means that Harmony and I have to dress up. I strolled into my room to find Herms trying to get Harmony dressed in a little light grey dress with a light blue overcoat. I noticed that her dark grey dress was unzipped in back. I gently place my hands on her warm back then proceed to zip up her dress.

"MOMMY I DON' WANNA BE FANCY!" Harmony cried.

"Sweetie, nobody wants to be fancy," Hermione assured her.

"Yeah, your mom and I would rather be playing or reading with you," I told her buttoning my grey long sleeve collared shirt.

"Thanks by the way, I would have walked out of here like that," Herms chuckled.

She finally wrangled Harmony into her dress, and set her on the ground

"Oh we know mommy," Harmony giggled.

"Hush you!" Herms giggled picking Harmony up and sending her into little squeals.

When everyone was dressed, including Mr. Granger, we decided to go to a little restaurant called Felicite. It's the only place in Tinworth you can get anything other than fish and chips. We actually live only a few miles from Bill and Fleur. Mr. Granger loves the stroll and Harmony loves sitting on his lap as he goes.

"Faster grandpa!" Harmony cheered from her place on his lap.

"Alright sweetie."

I slip my hand into Hermione's as we keep walking. We were almost there when I saw Ron and his family arriving. Mr. Granger and Harmony beat us to them.

"MOMMY AND DADDY WE WON!" Harmony giggled.

"Oh no," Hermione fake cried.

"Harry, you need to get this one moving," Mr. Granger chuckled pointing at Hermione.

"Dad!" Herms whined.

"Sorry 'Mione," he chuckled.

I noticed Ron and his family already waiting at the table. I helped Harmony into her seat, pulled out Hermione's, and moved the chair so Mr. Granger could wheel up to the table.

"Mommy, why is that man in a rolly chair?" Ron's daughter asked.

"Honey, it called a wheelchair," Ron corrected her.

"It's because he can't walk," Lavender told her.

"Oh, so do babies have 'em?" Ron's son asked.

"Can't we not talk about my father at the table?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, leave my grandpa lone," Harmony mumbled from her place in Mr. Granger's lap.

"Sorry," Ron said.

The waiter came and we ordered. Well, I ordered for Harmony and Hermione, they're both too indecisive to order in a timely fashion. The Weasely's ordered the most expensive things on the menu, which caught be by surprise. I thought his family was poor! Maybe the Browns have money. That would make sense.

When the food arrived the kids ate with gusto. I noticed Lavender giving Harmony a weird stare. I guess Hermione noticed it too by the look of irritation on her face.

"Something wrong?" Hermione questioned.

"Yes. Why does she have such an oddly shaped nose?" Lavender asked.

I could feel the anger radiating off of Hermione's body, so I started rubbing my thumb over her hand. But that did little to calm her.

"Did you just say that my little girl has an odd nose?! Look at your daughter! It looks like she played in your make-up case!" Hermione scoffed.

"Oh, really! Well it looks like Harmony should be called HENRY!" Lavender countered.

Hermione's face turned beet red. She bolted up and clenched her hands on the edge of the table.

"You watch your mouth you wench!" Hermione snarled.

"Or what?" Lavender laughed.

Hermione raised her hand to smack her, but I caught her wrist before she could.

"Hermione, I think it's time to leave," I suggested.

Mr. Granger nodded and Harmony jumped in his lap. The two of them began heading out of the restauraunt. Hermione followed them to avoid any more tension. I'm guessing Ron did the same with Lavender because she was gone when I turned back. As we were leaving the restaurant I pulled him to the side.

"You really need to learn how to control your wife," I said sternly.

"Like Hermione was so innocent," he scoffed.

"Listen, I'm not saying she was, but Lavender started it! She said my daughter had a weird nose!" I roared.

"Well, maybe she does!" Ron yelled getting in my face.

I push him back rather hard, causing him to nearly fall on his bum.

"Always so physical? Is it because I'm right? Your little girl looks like a little boy!" Ron chuckled, "and Hermione's hair! It's more like Mr. and Mr. Potter!"

That took the cake. I flung my hand towards his face. Ron fell on his bum and blood gushed from his nose.

"Don't you ever insult my wife or my daughter!" I ordered.

I began walking away when he got up and fixed his muggle suit.

"Harry, I'm sorry," Ron pleaded.

"Are you? Are you really?" I questioned turning back to face him.

"Y-yeah man," he said trying to grab me.

I just shrugged him off and scoffed.

"Depending on how 'Mione feels about what happened tonight, I think we should be able to stay on friendly terms," I said, turning away from him.

"Think she'll forgive me?" he wondered.

"Ron, you called Harmony a rat and then you let Lavender call my beautiful little girl a boy. What do you think?"

"Probably not," he signed, "Can I floo you guys?"

I ignored him and began heading to where Hermione was waiting for me at the house. The silence that greeted me when I reached the house told us Harmony was already in bed. Judging by the shut door, Mr. Granger was in his room.

I entered my room and threw my navy blue silk tie on the bed. Hermione wasn't in there either, I began to worry. I checked in the bathroom- empty. I checked the last place she would be at. The garden. She was harvesting the new vegetables, wearing only her purple night gown and her white robe.

"Herms!" I called walking over to her.

"Mmm?"

"I'm sorry for what happened," I said, pulling her into a hug.

"You didn't do anything. What happened to your hand?" she asked examining my knuckles.

"Ron was insulting Harmony and you, so I kind of lost it," I mumbled hanging my head in shame.

"You really need to stop hitting him before he presses charges," she laughed, "but thanks."

"Anything for my Herms," I cooed, pulling her closer.

She pressed her lips lightly to my cheek and walked back to the house. I followed her into our room. We got into bed and went to sleep.

Thanks just-to-be-alive for being the best beta EVER!

Thanks to thatharrypottergeekychick16 (and everyone who reads this story) for being patient and understanding.