AN: This idea was keeping me awake. I had no plans to continue this story, but I felt that this chapter needed to be written. Here you go!


The warm yellow firelight flickered and glinted off the lenses of the Minister of Magic's horn-rimmed glasses. Percy Weasley sighed with contentment as he kicked off his shoes and stretched out at the kitchen table; the aroma of freshly brewed coffee (decaf, of course, at this late hour) filled the air and teased his nose. It was wonderful to be back after a month of traveling abroad on business. Seeing the sights of the world was exciting and grand, but to Percy there was never quite anything like home.

Abigail Weasley set a large mug of coffee in front of her husband and sat down in the chair across from him, her eyes focused on the bouquet of daisies posed in the center of the table. She clenched and unclenched her hands nervously; Percy glanced up and saw his young wife chewing on her lower lip, full of anxiety. He sat up in his chair and reached across the table to cover her hands in his. "Darling, is everything alright? You seem uneasy."

The girl met the man's gaze and sighed. "I'm sorry, Percy. I..." She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "I have a confession to make."

The minister's brow furrowed. "Go on," he urged, leaning forward.

Abigail closed her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat. "While you were away, I... I slept with Charlie."

Percy pulled his hands away from his wife's as if he had been electrocuted. "You what?"

Abigail looked up to see her husband's face contorted with shock and dismay and looked away guiltily. "I swear I didn't mean for it to happen," she protested. "It was just that you'd been away for a week and I was so terribly lonely, and he was always there, waiting for me and looking at me with those big brown eyes and I-"

"Yes, I get the picture," Percy interrupted irritably. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, suddenly exhausted. "At least this only happened once." His wife remained uncomfortably silent. Percy leaned in closer. "Abigail. It only happened once, right?"

The girl turned bright red. "Actually, it's been every night since then."

"What?" Somehow, Percy found himself on his feet, as if his chair had jumped out from under him.

Abigail stood up quickly. "Oh please, Percy, don't be angry with me! I didn't mean for this to happen! It just sort of... did." Her husband's stone still face indicated that her apology had fallen flat. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll work on him, make him go back to his old bed." Noticing that Percy's hard exterior was beginning to crack, she doubled her efforts. "Let's not fight, darling. It's your first night back."

Try as he might, Percy could never withstand Abigail's pleading face. "Alright. I'm not mad." He took his wife in his arms. "I love you."

Abigail wrapped her arms around her husband's waist. "I love you too, Percy. Now please, let's just go to bed."

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Percy walked out of the washroom and into the bedroom, studying his wife's reclining form and the extra lump next to her. He scowled and made his way over to the bed.

Lifting his head, the Saint Bernard looked Percy full in the eye. The man could swear that dog was taunting him, flaunting his new position as Dog-who-sleeps-on-bed. Clearing his throat, the man pointed at the floor. "Down, Charlie. Go to bed." The dog wagged his tail once and laid his head back on the pillow, throwing in a loud snore for extra measure.

A giggle rose from the other side of the massive beast and Percy rolled his eyes at his wife. "You're not sorry at all," he grumbled, crawling under the covers.

"Yes, I am," Abigail replied through bubbles of laughter. "I just never thought I'd see the day you let a dog emasculate you."

Percy rolled over the dog to lay next to his wife, eliciting a groan and a few kicks from the animal. "You know, thanks to you it will take forever to break him of this habit," he complained as he weaved his fingers through Abigail's hair. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

Abigail reached up to trace her husband's jaw. "I should be," she agreed, "but I can't say that I am." She drew his head down for a kiss. "I'm so glad you're home," she whispered.

"I love you," he whispered back, pulling her close with his free hand.

He then winced in pain as Charlie kicked him in the back once more, eliciting a hearty guffaw from Abigail. Yes, Percy thought as he sat up and shoved the dog off the edge of the bed, there's no place quite like home.