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"I Do"
“Pansy help me I’m under attack,” Harry bemoans smiling as one of his small terrors climbs atop him. Lily giggles ignoring her Fathers grunts and groans as she aims for his hair once more.
She tries again and finally she grabs one of the strands to help her come face to face with her Father. Harry cringes as Lily pulls herself to standing on her little toddler legs. He wonders how much hair he has lost due to this child alone.
“PANSY,” he calls again but instead of an answer two other bundles hurry towards him wanting to join their sister in her attack. Her groans and all three of them giggle as one sets their sight on his legs as the other aims for the arms. “PANSY,” he tries again.
He glared jokingly at his children, “did your Mum put you up to this?” The three of them giggle instead of a response, “thought as much.”
“Where is your Mum?” He asks. The three of them just giggle again. She’s up to something then.
He tries to stand and each child takes a heavy hold on each part of his body they have taken as hostage. He groans once again as Lily grabs more insistently on his hair as Iris digs into his leg and Violet clings onto his arm.
He shuffles slowly up from the sofa and heads towards the kitchen, she won’t be cooking but usually when she’s scheming that’s where she’ll be.
He’s shocked by the sight of her, there’s flour in her hair and a few broken egg casings are about. He’s never seen Pansy cook let alone bake. She’s glaring at the mixture as if the very sight of it enrages her, which it most likely does of course.
She sighs to herself and he reminds his three daughters to stay quiet. “Potter you have the discretion of an elephant and as for your entourage they couldn’t be quiet even if I offered them all the chocolate frogs in the world.”
“Why are you baking?” He asks as his cover is now long blown. She turns glaring at him, “well why not?” He laughs but when he sees that his wife is in fact not laughing along with him he stops, “well you’ve never-“
“I have,” she snaps, “I always bake.” He’s not sure where to go from here, he’s been with Pansy for ten years, married for eight and he would know if this was something she had done before. Confusion mares his features and he decides what his next move should be.
She continues to glare at him, she looks rather adorable like this there’s a white sprinkling of flour on her nose, “problem?” She asks as she crosses her arms over her chest. He see’s it then, he see’s that his wife is upset.
He knows he’s not the real cause of her ire so he gently pries his three daughters off who moan a little and he scurries over to where she’s still standing with her arms crossed.
She continues to glare at him but he ignores her frosty exterior as he reaches forward towards her still crossed arms and takes her baked good covered hands in his own. “What’s happened?”
She just continues to glare at him but he knows her well enough to know that she’ll speak to him about it in a moment or two. Pansy may have perfected the perfect glare but it’s usually when someone’s upset her, it’s a defence mechanism over anything else. He squeezes her hands.
She sighs rolling her eyes and reluctantly squeezes them in return, “the girls have a bake sale tomorrow.” He nods along and she sighs again but continues, “I don’t know why it got to me! But one of the Mother’s said it would be a nice change if the Potter’s brought in handmade this time and, well all the other Mother’s can do it so why can’t I? It’s only baking after all. Even saying it aloud sounds stupid, I mean that’s not me and it-“ he cuts her off with a kiss and shakes his head, “it never will be,” he finishes for her.
“But maybe it should be,” she adds grumbling, “it’s only a cake!” He laughs and she glares but he laughs again, “Pansy Potter,” he begins, “since when did you care what others think?”
She glares at him but mumbles, “I don’t you know I don’t.” He laughs again, “who has the best selling skin care line in wizarding history?” She rolls her eyes, “I do.”
“Who has been on the front of Witch Weekly for the past three issues because of said skin care line?” She nods along, “I have.”
He smirks at her and wipes the flour that is still on her nose, “and who has the most handsome husband?” She rolls her eyes, “haha Potter, nice try.” He shrugs and she relents, “he is alright I suppose.” He grins and pulls her hands up giving them both a quick kiss.
“You could have just asked Molly you know,” he teases, “she loves baking.” She rolls her eyes for good measure, “but I wanted to do it prove the bloody bint wrong.”
“It’s what Hermione does,” he reminds her, “and she’s Minister.” She laughs, “fine, fine.” And steps back, she takes her wand and quickly tidies everything away.
She then turns back to him smirking, “GIRLS ATTACK.” There’s giggles behind him and his daughter hurry over to climb atop him again, “you taught them that?” He questions half in shock, half in understanding because of course she did. She shrugs her shoulders as Harry slowly falls to the floor as his three daughters climb all over him again.
“It’s part of my love language,” she informs him as sits down opposite him and gives him a kiss on the lips, “I love you,” he tells her and she grins nodding, “good because I do too.”