Harry Potter stood across the battlefield and looked to the commander on the other side. She was beautiful. She looked every bit of a weary warrior with her blonde hair falling down from the band that was holding the strands in place and her blue eyes hard and unyielding. Her expression told Harry that she would never surrender.
They had been trading blows back and forth all night, just as the tide of battle turned in ones favor the other would complete a maneuver that would shift it back to the other. And so, they pressed on, blow after blow, strike after strike, depleting resources and obtaining more when they needed it.
The heat of battle was blazing around them, but the field was eerily quiet. Harry looked up, preparing his penultimate strike, a calculated move that should pay off immensely, but he faltered for a heartbeat when he saw that once more her eyes were locked onto his. She was staring at him intently and Harry knew that she was anticipating it. Could she possibly counter it?
If she could all hope was lost, but he had no better plan, no alternate move. He played his card, a yellow skip, and screamed out "Uno!" a second before Daphne's own voice shouted the word.
"I said it first!" He shouted and Daphne chewed on her bottom lip, knowing she was beaten. "And now I skip your turn, my turn again, yellow seven I win!"
Harry stood and pumped his fist causing Daphne to scowl. "I had a draw two ready, and you skip me? That's low Harry."
Just then James' cry rang out and Harry sighed. "I may have been a little too excited." He said sheepishly and Daphne smiled.
"I don't know, I kinda like that competitive side of you, that's why I liked it when you played quidditch, even though the terror of watching you fly aged me about a hundred years."
Harry laughed softly. "How about I put him back to bed and we can share another epic battle?"
"I can't wait. I'm not losing twice in a row." Daphne said standing and grabbing his wine glass as well as her own, intent on refilling them while Harry rocked James back to sleep.
"That's what you said last week." Harry shot back over his shoulder and Daphne stiffened.
"You cheated! No one has that many draw fours!" She yelled but Harry only laughed as he made his way towards their sons bedroom. "Prat." Daphne muttered as she continued towards the kitchen.