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A/N: I apologize for taking so long. I have had this back from my beta for a few weeks and I've been putting off posting it due to me making changes in Chapter 13 which is leading to a lot of chamges for the other chapters I had ready to go. So blame me entirely for the lateness of this.

Thanks to my beta for all her help and wisdom. She is the best of the best! And don't forget to check out my Author's Page here on the forums!

And now here you go! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Just having some fun.

Adventures as Newlyweds

Chapter Twelve – The Wrath of Femininity

“What were they thinking submitting this? And this is for a toddler’s broom? The braking sequence would throw the child off! The Comet Broom Company must be desperate for sales if they are trying to pull something like this off.”

Ginny hastily wrote out the adjustments that needed to be made and tapped the form with her wand. It folded itself up and squeezed into an envelope. Another tap and the envelope soared into the post pile to go out the next morning.

She sighed and looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the cubicle. It was already half past five. She had promised Harry she would be home at exactly five but she had so much work to catch up on and she didn’t want to put it all off until the next day.

“Why don’t you just go home?”

Ginny turned in her chair and blushed at the knowing look Martha was giving her. Jeremy and Bea had left about twenty minutes ago leaving Ginny and Martha. Martha looked like she was getting ready to leave herself. The light brown haired witch smiled warmly at Ginny.

“I really should get this done,” Ginny sighed and turned back to the somewhat diminished pile of papers. “I’ve been gone for two weeks. I need to catch up on it.”

Martha shook her head and tutted.

“And it will still be here tomorrow. I know you like to do a good job and want to get things done but you need to go home to that husband of yours,” Martha insisted.

“I’m sure he won’t mind if I’m a little later than I already am,” Ginny replied and pulled another piece of parchment from the top of her pile. A hand however landed on top of the parchment. Ginny looked up and saw the sky blue eyes of Martha twinkling at her.

“He’ll mind,” Martha said and picked the parchment up. “I remember what it’s like to be a newlywed and he will mind and so do you. You can’t sit here and tell me you honestly don’t miss him and don’t want to be with him right this moment, can you?”

“But it’s my first day back, Martha,” Ginny sighed.

“Like I said, the work will be here tomorrow,” Martha persisted and picked up Ginny’s handbag. She shoved it at her. “Besides, if my husband looked like yours, I wouldn’t be wasting my time sitting here when I should have been home by now. Go. Now.”

Ginny smiled in embarrassment at her coworker and nodded. “Fine. I’ll go home to Harry.”

“That’s a good girl,” Martha encouraged her and watched as Ginny pulled on her work robes and picked up the scarves the twins had sent her. “Oh and Ginny?”

Ginny paused just before the entrance to the shared cubicle. She placed one hand on the wall and turned to face Martha.

“As your team leader, I do not want to see you here until nine thirty.”

“Martha, I just took a two week break.”

“Nine thirty.”

“But –”

“Nine thirty, Ginny, and not a second sooner!”

“Yes, Martha.”

With a smile, Ginny left the cubicle and made her way to the official Apparition point.

In no time she was back at the flat and shrugging off her robes.

“Harry?” she called out, looking around the sitting room and finding no one. She did notice, however, that the living room was free of any gifts they had opened and several foil take out trays were sitting on the dining table. The delicious smell of noodles, chicken, vegetables and rice wafted to her nose and she breathed in deeply. She smiled. Harry had gone to one of their favorite Muggle restaurants, Happy Garden which was an excellent Chinese place for dinner.

“Ginny? Is that you?”

Harry emerged from the hallway and stood there staring at her. He wore a pair of jeans and a simple white tee shirt. One hand was on the back of his neck and his other was shoved in a pocket. His hair was slightly damp and she could smell his soap from where she was standing. “Bit of a stupid question, yeah?” he grinned sheepishly and looked down at the floor. “Seeing that you live here with me and all.”

She smiled in return. “Hi,” she greeted him and threw her work robes over the back of the sofa.

“Hey,” he replied and stood in the same spot. “You’re late.”

“I know,” she sighed and put her handbag on the sofa as well. She threw the scarves on top of it. “I’m sorry. I had so much work to catch up on and I’m still not done. I missed you.”

He gave her a half smile. “I missed you, too.”

“So how come you’re all the way over there?” she asked and raised her eyebrows at him.

His half smile turned into a sheepish one. His hand dropped from his neck and hung at his side. “Well I really want to touch you right now but I thought it would be a bit silly of me to run and jump at you.”

“I see,” she said slowly and made her way across the room. “So you want me to do all the work then?”

“Well, not all the work,” he corrected her. “I mean, I would gladly do some of it as well.”

She reached him and slid her hands from his chest to the back of his neck. She hooked her hands together and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. As if on signal, Harry’s hands rested on her hips as he kissed her back, intensifying the kiss. Neither one of them seemed like they wanted to pull away, not that Ginny minded much. She waited all day to kiss him and was going to take full advantage of it.

Ginny pulled away slightly, but Harry quickly pulled her into another kiss. His hands slid up her back, pressing her to him. She felt his response to her and a bubble of excitement and anticipation filled the pit of her stomach. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue sought entrance and one of his hands slid over her backside. That simple noise from her opened the floodgates. Within moments, hands and lips were everywhere. Breathing was rapid and shallow and she couldn’t tell which one of them was making what noises, and it only made her eager to move into the bedroom. Her back suddenly made contact with the wall and she was sure Harry had ripped off a button or two from her shirt. She really didn’t care either; her shirt was too much of a hindrance right now.

Their sudden explosion of passion came to a very abrupt stop when Harry’s stomach growled loudly. He pulled away and grinned bashfully at her.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “Killed the mood, didn’t I?”

She sighed. “It’s all right. I’m hungry, too.” she said and brushed his fringe away from his face. “Why don’t you go take care of the food and I’ll,” she glanced down at her half un-tucked shirt and several opened buttons, “finish changing?”

She gave him a chaste peck on the cheek and hurried into their bedroom. It only took her a few moments to locate a clean pair of jeans and a shirt and change into them. She brushed out her hair and joined Harry at the dining room table.

Harry was already digging into a tray of Kung Pao chicken. He was chewing on it happily and his eyes were closed as he savored the flavor. He swallowed, smacked his lips together and took another bite.

“Good?” she asked and took a seat next to him. He glanced up at her and nodded. He picked up a set of chopsticks and handed them to her. Ginny took them and he offered her the tray he was eating from. She dug right in and was soon savoring the flavors of her favorite Chinese cuisine.

For a few minutes they shared the foil trays of food; fried rice, sweet and sour chicken and beef and broccoli. It was silent except for the sounds of their chopsticks scratching the sides of trays and chewing. Harry picked up the container of sweet and sour chicken and looked up at her.

“How was work?” he asked, sticking his chopsticks inside and pulling them out a moment later with the scrumptious food. He popped it into his mouth and began chewing, waiting for her response.

“Busy,” she replied and moved her chopsticks around inside the tray of beef and broccoli. “We got a new member for our team.”

Harry had taken another bite and gestured at her to continue.

“His name is Jeremy. He went to Beauxbatons. Nice bloke but it took him a few minutes to figure out that I was your wife. He was bit nervous since it was his first day,” she explained. “So in addition to all the work I had to catch up on I had to help train him in the paperwork. I think he’s going to be a great addition once he gets used to everything.”

“I see,” Harry replied looking rather suspicious. “Jeremy, huh?


“Jeremy what?”

“Jeremy Crick.”

He grunted in response and took a rather vicious stab at the beef and broccoli.

“So he didn’t know you were married?” Harry asked in a failed attempt to sound casual.

“Of course he did,” Ginny replied. “I told him first thing since I introduced myself as Ginny Weasley and had to correct myself. He just didn’t realize who I was married to.”

She knew Harry’s green monster was striking again and she didn’t want to feed it anymore than she had. She stood up. “I’m going to get us some drinks.”

Without letting him continue to question her about Jeremy she left him at the table in search of drinks. But her search turned up nothing for when she opened the fridge; it was just as bare as it was that morning. She filled up two glasses of water and returned to the table with them.

“You didn’t go shopping?” she asked and set a glass in front of him.

He frowned up at her. “Was I supposed to?”

Ginny sat down next to him again. “Well I thought you were going to seeing as we have no food.”

“That’s why I went to Happy Garden for dinner,” he replied as if that was the solution for having no food in their flat.

“Harry, love, we can’t eat out every night. Is that what you did while you were single?” she asked and took a sip from her water.

“Most of the time yeah, unless your mum sent something over,” he admitted and poked around in one of the containers. “You know I don’t cook that much.”

Ginny chewed on her bottom lip for a moment and thought of what he’d said. Any time that she visited him before they’d got married she would have food that her mother sent along or they would go out to some restaurant. Even though he had cooked while living with the Dursleys, Ginny knew the extent of his cooking knowledge didn’t go past a fry up and he had to work hard on making anything beyond that edible. The few times he had cooked dinner was for her birthday two years ago and on their anniversary last year, and both times, he had admitted, he had spent hours on making sure the food was perfect. Ginny, on the other hand, knew a thing or two about cooking. After all, being the daughter of Molly Weasley meant you had to learn to cook and to cook well. (She had to admit her mother was far better at it and she had a long way to go.) Though she had been trained to cook the magical way but she was fairly certain she could cook just as well the Muggle way.

“After we eat, we’re going to go grocery shopping,” she announced. “We can’t eat take out every night, love.”

“That’s how I survived before you,” he replied.

“And somehow you lived,” she teased and grinned when he stuck his tongue out at her. “But now you have me so you don’t have to worry about how to survive.”

“I’ll let you know once I’ve had your cooking,” he shot back.

“Lousy git,” she grumbled and threw one of the fortune cookies at him.

“Oi! What did we say about you being violent?” he cried and retaliated by throwing it back at her.

She smirked and picked up her chopsticks again. “Weren’t you the one who enjoyed being tied up and begged me to do it again?”

He flushed and quickly occupied himself with eating again.

“I’ll make a list once we’re done and we’ll go,” Ginny announced and stole a bite from the tray he had just picked up.

True to her word, Ginny armed herself with a quill and parchment and went around the flat, making a list of things they would need. She made sure to include food as well as cleaning supplies and other general things they would need. Once she finished, she sought out Harry and found him sprawled out on the sofa, his eyes closed and in a light sleep.

She sat on the arm of the sofa and looked down at him. “Harry,” she called quietly and nudged him slightly on the shoulder. “Get up. We need to go.”

He mumbled something incoherent and slowly opened his eyes. He gave her a half smile and reached for her hair. “You’re just as beautiful upside down.”

Ginny rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes again and sighed contently.

“Come on,” she urged. “It’s eight. We better hurry if we want food in the flat.”

Harry shook his head slightly, his eyes still closed and a content look on his face. “I’ll do it tomorrow. I don’t have practice.”

“You sure?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied and sat up. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “I’m knackered.”

Ginny sat on the sofa next to him. As if on instinct, he draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him.

“What did you do all day to make you so exhausted? You didn’t have practice today,” she asked, slipping her arms around his middle and squeezing him slightly.

“Oh, this and that,” he said vaguely. “I put away all the gifts as you can see and wrote and sent all the thank you cards out.”

“Ah. I see how tiring that is to do,” she teased.

“Well I did spend a few hours at the club gym,” he explained. “Guess two weeks away from practice and work outs took a bit too much out of me. I’m a bit sore actually.”

A wicked grin spread on her face. She wiggled out of his hold and sat up on her knees. “You poor, poor boy. Do you want me to make it all better?”

He raised his eyebrows at her and for a moment seemed very interested. But it quickly disappeared and he yawned widely. “As much as I would really enjoy that, I think I should just turn in.”

He stood up and gave her an apologetic look. “You coming?”

Ginny nodded. “In a minute. I want to double check the list I made for you.”

Harry nodded and leaned down to kiss her. He whispered a good night and left her alone in the sitting room.

After a few moments, Ginny got up and went through the list she had made. She added a few more items before heading off to the washroom to get ready for bed. Once she was finished, she made her way to the bedroom and joined Harry.

Almost immediately, Harry turned toward her, draping his arm across her waist and pressed a kiss to her hair.

“I love you,” he muttered sleepily into her ear.

“I love you, too,” she whispered back, smiling to herself.

“Hey, Ginny. Where did those scarves come from?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “A gift from the twins.”

“But it’s not cold enough for scarves.”

Ginny grinned. “Oh it’s not because of the weather, love. It’s because someone just can’t keep their hands off of me and my Concealment Charms keep failing me.”

He was silent for a few moments and Ginny thought he had fallen asleep until she felt him shake with laughter behind her. He squeezed her and began kissing her neck.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I just can’t help myself.”

“Oh I wasn’t complaining about it. Just in the future, let me know if there’s a big glaring sign on my neck that you’ve been having fun.”

“Isn’t a scarf around your neck in the middle of summer sort of a giveaway already? I’m not planning on giving up having fun with you anytime soon.”

“Then you ought to find some other place to leave your marks.”


* * * * * *

When Ginny awoke, she felt something hot on her neck and realized it was Harry’s breath.

And it was very irritating for some reason.

Usually she liked to feel his warm breath tickling her neck, but this morning it was far from it. Irritated, she carefully extracted herself from his grip and got out of bed.

Despite having a good night’s sleep, Ginny felt tired and her lower back was aching. A glance at the calendar on the bedroom wall, however, told her why and she sighed in exasperation. Her monthly was going to start soon.

Grimacing, she made her way into the washroom. She opened up the medicine cabinet and fumbled around for her potion and the Muggle medicine she had to use.

Unlike most witches, potions for this type of thing had very little effect on Ginny. While it helped, in order for her to feel any relief from the “joys of womanhood”, she had to rely on Muggle medicine to ease her symptoms and to settle her mood. It was a slight inconvenience, but she had no choice in the matter. It had been a nightmare to deal with while in school until Madam Pomfrey was able to keep the Muggle medicine in stock for Ginny and the few other girls at school who needed the same thing.

She took a swig of her potion and closed her eyes for a moment as it took its small effect on her body. Once she was sure it was doing all it could, she opened the medicine cabinet again and took out the Muggle remedy. Upon opening the small bottle, Ginny was slightly upset when she found it was empty. She angrily threw the empty bottle into the bin and went to add that, plus some other items that she was going to need now to the list she had made last night. She knew she was not going to be easy to deal without her medicine.

Ginny decided to take an extra long shower, allowing the warm water to cascade on her sore back for a while since she had nothing else to help it. It helped a bit but she was still sore and she knew it was only going to get worse.

She returned to the bedroom to get dressed, finding it void of Harry. She quickly threw on whatever was comfortable, yet professional enough for work and headed for the kitchen.

“Good morning, my love,” Harry greeted her cheerfully. He approached her and kissed her on the cheek. “Mum Flooed again. I told her you were up and in the shower and I promised that I’d make sure you’d get to work on time.” He turned back to the toaster. “Toast again.”

She snorted in response and snatched a cup out of a cupboard. She slammed it on the counter. “Yes, well we wouldn’t be having toast again if you weren’t such a bloody baby last night and went shopping with me.”

Harry looked slightly taken aback at her attitude but Ginny showed no remorse for him. It was his fault after all that he hadn’t gone shopping yesterday and they had no food!

“You could have gone without me, you know,” he pointed out and grabbed the toast that had just popped out of the toaster.

“No, I couldn’t,” she snapped and poured hot water over her tea bag in her cup. “You know very well that all the shops in Diagon Alley that even cater to grocery needs closes at eight and there is no way I am going to go into one of those ridiculously gigantic Muggle shops by myself.”

“You don’t have to get all snippy at me,” Harry replied and sounded irritated. “I’ll go today, okay? Here.”

He held out the plate of toast towards her. She pulled a disgusted look and pushed it away. “I don’t want toast.”

“That’s all we have right now, dear,” he responded in annoyance.

“Don’t take that tone of voice with me,” she growled. It was not at all the loving tone he usually took with her.

“What tone do you expect me to take when you’re snapping at me for no reason?” he replied and frowned at her.

“Perhaps because of your lazy arse we have no food!”

“We have toast!”

“I don’t want bloody toast!”

“Then you’re out of luck, I suppose!”

Ginny growled in frustration and glared at him. “Men!”

Leaving her untouched tea on the counter, she marched out of the kitchen to grab her work robes and handbag, figuring she’d just pick up something before heading to the Ministry.

“What is with you?” Harry asked, following her down the hallway. “You were fine when we went to bed last night and now all the sudden you’ve turned into a screaming banshee and honestly, Ginny, it’s not very becoming of you.”

Ginny rounded on him. “Excuse me? Out of all the inconsiderate things you’ve ever said to me, this tops it all! You’ve been spending too much time with Ron!”

“I just want to know what your problem is,” he cried and crossed his arms.

“My problem right now is you, Harry James,” she hissed and marched past him. She went into the sitting room and turned on her heel to glare at him. “When I get home you better have done all the shopping on that list or so help me, you won’t be able to sit properly for a month!”

And with that final note she Disapparated away from their flat and into the midst of Diagon Alley.

Ginny had a quick bite at the Leaky Cauldron, brooding over the argument she had with Harry, before going to the Ministry. She had spent the morning feeling angry at herself and at Harry. But as time went on all her anger towards Harry faded and instead she focused her anger on herself.

Harry hadn’t known why she was suddenly moody but at the same time, he should have had a little more tact. She had known that Harry had never really been around her while she experienced her monthly cycle. And if he had been around, she had already taken her potion and the Muggle medicine. She had been so used to her brothers who knew better than to provoke her during that time of the month but it hadn’t really clicked in Ginny’s mind that Harry hadn’t the slightest idea. And once that thought had hit her, she felt awful for her behavior.

During lunch, Ginny had rushed back to their flat to apologize but it was empty. She had spent her entire lunch hour waiting for him but he hadn’t shown up and she had to return to work feeling miserable and hungry.

The atrium was packed full of employees hurrying back to work. She caught snippets of cheerful conversation and it only made her mood worse. She crossed her arms as she headed towards a crowd of people waiting to get on the lift.

“Ginny!” a familiar voice called.

Ginny turned at the sound of it and managed a smile. “Hi, Colin.”

Colin Creevey happily joined her side. He had a large flat black satchel thrown over his shoulder. He gave her a short hug in greeting.

“Hawaii agreed with you I see,” he commented with a grin. “You look great.”

Ginny was tempted to disagree with him but she did not think another male needed to deal with her wrath. Besides, she wasn’t exactly happy to see him at the moment, not after her lunch with Mikayla. She smiled. “Thank you.”

They were silent for a moment. Ginny glanced at him. “So,” she sighed, “what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I’ve got a meeting with someone who wants to hire me to take photographs for his granddaughter’s wedding,” he explained with a grin. “I’ve brought my portfolio along to show him.”

“That’s nice,” Ginny replied lightly.

“Business has been booming,” he added as they hurried onto a lift. “I’ve been so busy lately.”

Ginny gave him a strained smile. “As busy as Mikayla has been?”

He glanced at her, his smile disappearing at once. He looked straight ahead at the closed doors.

“I see you’ve been talking with Mikayla,” he said stiffly.

“Yes, I have!” she hissed and grabbed his arm. She pulled him so he was facing her and registered the shocked look on his face. She ignored the looks they were receiving from the other people in the lift. “I can’t believe what you said to her!”

“It’s not like she didn’t say anything to me,” he argued.

“She didn’t accuse you of cheating on her!” she argued back. “Really, Colin, what makes you think she would ever do something like that?”

“I don’t know,” he said coldly and crossed his arms. “Why don’t you ask yourself that?”

Ginny stared at him in surprise. That whole fiasco back in her seventh year with Harry being “caught” cheating on her slammed to the forefront of her mind. How could he just slap that incident in her face like that?

He appeared to realize what he said and looked apologetic. “I didn’t mean that, Ginny. I’m sorry.”

She glared at him and resisted the urge to slap him as the lift stopped and everyone got off, leaving Colin and Ginny behind.

Colin sighed. “Look, this isn’t any of your business.”

“It is my business, Colin,” she replied instantly. “You and Mikayla are my best friends and I will not sit back and watch you destroy your relationship.”

Colin was silent and looked down at the floor of the lift. “I don’t want to discuss this.”

“Well I’m going to whether you want to or not,” Ginny insisted and poked him roughly in the chest. “Mikayla is working her arse off for the career she had dreamed about since she could talk and it’s hard, Colin. Healing is difficult and unpredictable, especially the field she chose. She has no control over when a woman goes into labor. She can’t help it and you have no bloody right accusing her of sneaking behind your back and pressuring her into doing things she doesn’t want to because she’s exhausted! You’re her boyfriend and you’re supposed to support her and be there for her right now. She’s about to take her intern exams and all she can think about is how screwed up things are between the two of you. You hurt her and you need to fix this because if I ever see her like that again you will be very sorry you ever heard my name!”

Without letting him reply, Ginny stormed out of the lift as it opened to her floor and left a stunned Colin behind her.

Ginny’s foul mood continued throughout the day and her encounter with Colin did not help. She still felt awful about how she treated Harry that morning. She really wanted to make things up to him and explain to him why she reacted the way she had that morning. So when five o’clock hit that evening, she had raced out of her cubicle and to the Apparition point.

“Harry?” she called once she landed in the sitting room. She quickly disregarded her work robes and handbag. “Harry?”

His head poked out of the entrance to the kitchen. He looked rather apprehensive at the sight of her. Cautiously, he stepped outside the doorway.

“Err, hi,” he said quietly.

“I’m sorry,” she replied and immediately ran to him. She flung her arms around his neck, taking him by surprise. “I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t mean to go off like that and I’ve spent the day thinking about it and oh, Harry, I’m sorry!”

Slowly, he put his arms around her and hugged her back. “It’s all right. I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”

He let her go and moved his hands to her shoulders. He peered in concern at her. “Is everything okay?”

Ginny nodded and looked down at the floor in shame. “Yes. It’s just that . . . my monthly is coming in a few days and it’s always terrible for me. I’m one of those few lucky witches that have to take both a strong potion and Muggle remedies. If I don’t have both my potion and Muggle medicine my hormones and everything really get to me and the tiniest thing can set me off. Apparently I was out of the Muggle stuff this morning so no matter how strong my potion is, I’m still going to feel all the physical pain and my emotions are high strung.”

“Oh.” He looked slightly uncomfortable but didn’t let go of her shoulders. He glanced down at the floor for a moment, his ears looking a bit red, and returned his gaze to her. “Err . . . so how long does this last then?”

“About a week or so,” she replied.

He nodded but didn’t appear to look very happy about it.

“I’m only horrible and what was it that you called me this morning, a banshee, when I haven’t taken everything I need to otherwise I’m your perfectly wonderful wife that you know and love,” she smiled and leaned up to kiss him chastely. “Did you get the shopping done?”

Harry nodded. “I just got home and was putting things away.”

“Good,” she sighed and squeezed by him to get into the kitchen. “I’ll help then and get dinner started.”

Together, the two of them worked to put the groceries away into their proper places. It wasn’t until they had finished that Ginny had noticed a few of her last minute items she added that morning were missing.

“Harry, love,” she said sweetly and turned to face him. She watched as he put away a bag of crisps (which coincidentally was not on the list she had made last night). He glanced over his shoulder. “Are you quite sure you picked up everything on the list I gave you?”

He frowned for a moment before fully facing her. “There were a few things I might have missed.”

Ginny pursed her lips into a thin line and tried very hard to keep her control. She knew exactly which items he had “missed”.

“And why, dear husband of mine, did you not get those particular items?” she asked, still maintaining her sweet tone but managed to throw him a very dirty look at the same time.

“I couldn’t find them,” he answered and avoided her eyes.

“You couldn’t find them?” she repeated and he quickly nodded. She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. “Even with the signs telling you what’s in every aisle?”

“That Muggle place is a confusing shop,” he replied with a shrug. He chanced a glance in her direction and quickly looked away when he found that her glare was not disappearing. Clearly he knew he wasn’t going win this one.

“And what exactly prevented you from asking an employee to point you in the right direction?” she demanded and took a step closer to him. “Or are you going to tell me there wasn’t a single employee there.”

He looked at her again. “Err, it was busy and I didn’t want to be a bother?”

Ginny had enough of his tiptoeing around her question and her anger with him kicked into full mode. “Why don’t you try telling me the truth because right now is not the time to lie to me!”

His eyes flickered to the floor and his face went red. He shoved his hands in his pockets and began tracing patterns on the floor with his foot.

“The truth is . . . I . . . I couldn’t,” he began to admit quietly, “they were,” he looked up at her with a pleading expression, “you can’t send a man down that aisle!”

“My brothers and my dad never had a problem buying those things for me when I needed them to!” she shouted, marching towards him. Her eyes were blazing with anger and her nostrils flared. Harry flinched and avoided her gaze. “I am your wife!”

“And I love you very much, sweetheart, but I can’t –”

“What are you going to do when we have a daughter and she hits that age where she needs those things and I’m not around for her?” Ginny cut him off and poked him roughly in the chest. “Are you just going to tell her that you can’t do it because a wizard can’t go down that aisle?”

“Ginny, look, I’ll take you down there and you can get them,” he offered and held his hands up in a peace offering.

“Oh no, you were the one who was supposed to go shopping and you were supposed to get everything on that list. You are going to have to get used to doing things like this because you are stuck with me for the rest of your life and this is not going away any time soon. I know you have very little experience with living with a woman, but you’re going to have to get used to it because believe it or not, Harry, I am a woman! You go back there and get them for me, Harry James, or I’ll . . . I’ll. . . .” she had run out of words to say and instead pulled out her wand. Harry eyed it warily and with a muttered response, he left the kitchen and a few moments later the front door slammed shut.

She stared at the closed door for a few moments and said aloud, “You have a lot to learn about the wrath of a witch, Harry Potter.”

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