AN: Sorry I missed the last two updates. Life got in the way. Next chapter is ready and waiting to post.
They landed just outside the wards and started walking. Before they reached the path to the house Harry stopped and pulled Ginny into his arms.
"I know you are going to tell me I don't need to but I want to so please be patient and listen," he said. He pulled out his wand and conjured a bench for them to sit on. He turned to face her keeping their hands linked. "I know you are not pregnant and if you were it would be wonderful. I know we decided to wait a few years but if something does happen I would be as thrilled today as I will be two years from now. We would just have to be a bit more creative, which has never been a problem for us."
Ginny smiled and pulled him in for a hug, "Thank you. You are right I would have told you it wasn't necessary, but it was sweet just the same."
"You know we can't do anything directly to Romilda right?" he asked.
Ginny's smile grew. "What do you mean by directly?"
"Well, you just happen to be the youngest sister of the most renowned pranksters in the wizarding world. We probably wouldn't even have to say anything to them. A few well placed comments and some well meaning looks should do the trick. That way we keep our sparkling reputations clean and your brothers will no doubt get some amazing publicity. I have to think the public is on our side with this. I can't believe that they let her publish that. I mean she's always been far off the mark but that type of trash belongs in the Seeing Eye, not Witch Weekly. Who ever let her get away with that is probably going to be hung over a boiling cauldron for it."
"You my love are a brilliant man," she said as she pulled him in for a kiss. "No wonder I never stopped loving you."
Harry looked at her a bit surprised then sported a smug grin. "I knew you never stopped loving me. I just had to wear you down didn't I?"
"Yes, love. You wore me down," she said with a flowery sigh. She'd give it to him because he deserved it. She stood up and pulled him with her. "Keep the bench, I like it."
Harry's grin just grew, "I am the man," he said then strutted a bit for good measure.
"Oh yes," she said dramatically, "How could I have resisted such a virile stud like you. I didn't' have a chance. All you had to do was walk into a few trees and get molested by a few hundred cupids and I was yours." She had to say it because now he was being downright cocky.
Harry's face fell, "Ha ha. Come on let's go see your parents and try and explain this mess."
Before they even got to the door they heard Molly yelling. They stopped just outside of the reach of the porch light.
"That horrible cow!" yelled an irate Molly. "How dare she print such a thing about my Ginevra I mean if she really was with child I would be overjoyed as much as she and Harry would be but really to publish such a horrid thing with those ghastly photos I have a mind to sick Fred and George on her that will show her not to mess with the Weasley's I need to bake something love what do you want a pie that's what I thought I am in the mood for cherry I know they are just coming into season but I am sure I have some preserved in the cellar," she grabbed her wand and immediately twenty ingredients came flying onto her countertop.
Molly's face was flushed from saying all that without even taking a breath. Arthur got up and hugged her.
"Love," he said sweetly. Harry and Ginny had to strain to hear him. "Last time you baked like this you got yourself so worked up that you were in bed for the next afternoon." He paused and snuggled her under his chin. "Let's just go upstairs and you'll feel much better."
"Oh lovey, you do know me so well," she said with a sad sigh.
Through the window they could see Arthur leading Molly up the stairs to their bedroom. Ginny looked up at Harry.
"What is with the sour face?" he asked, "I think it is sweet that they are going to and take a little nap together."
"They are not going to take a nap," she said with a grimace. "Why else do you think there are seven of us?"
Harry's face was priceless, "Merlin's boxers really?" Then he smiled, "No wonder you can't keep your hands off me, it must be genetic or something. Though I have to admit you redheads are dead sexy when you're riled up about something."
She rolled her eyes, "Come on, let's go inside and I'll finish up the pies my mum started."
His face soured again, "You still want to go inside while their upstairs…not napping."
She patted his cheek, "Seven children remember. They perfected privacy wards ages ago."
"Let's put the wireless on and we are getting them a TV for Christmas. Every time they go upstairs together I am going to think they are… not napping. I'm going to need something to keep me from going over the bend."
She laughed as she tugged on his hand to pull him inside, "So Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia never?" she asked.
"Dudley was a miraculous conception. There is no other way to explain it." He cringed. "Petunia was much too sanitary and would most likely freak about the sheets getting mussed. She changed them every day as it was."
"No wonder she was so uptight, she needed a good shag." Ginny laughed at the mortified look on Harry's face.
"Let's go bake pies before I hurl. I don't want to loose my appetite."
"At least I got you to stop thinking about my parents," she said with a chuckle as she opened the door and immediately went over to the counter to start working.
An hour later Ginny was pulling her first pie out of the oven while Harry was working on the other crusts. He was covered in flour and was silently cursing at the stubborn dough that refused to lie correctly in the pan.
"I thought I smelled something delicious," said Arthur as he came down the stairs looking way too happy for Harry's liking. He went over and gave Ginny a kiss on the cheek. "Hello princess, mum will be down in a few minutes."
"I am sorry about the magazine dad, I know how much it must have upset mum," she said as she turned and hugged him.
"No worries, she just needed to fuss about it for a few minutes and now she is right as rain." H looked over to his future son in law, "Harry. It's good to see you. I hope that magazine didn't upset you too much. Though it's not the first time the press has gotten something wrong about you."
"I'm fine. I am more upset about how it's affecting Ginny. She shouldn't have to deal with this sort of trash. Romilda is just a jealous old hag that is obsessed with my image."
Just then Molly came down the stairs looking cheerful with a bit of a blush to her cheeks. Ginny smiled, yah it was a bit disturbing that her parents were still so 'active.' But how could you not be happy that after all these years and all the challenges they've had to deal with they were still so in love.
"Ginny dear you finished my pies. You are such a wonderful daughter," she said as she gave her a big kiss and a hug. "I am the luckiest woman in the world."
"We're lucky mum," she said as she hugged her mother back. Even as an adult her mother's hugs could settle her. It was like this tidal wave of love and caring that just set you right. Harry was amazing and nothing could match how he made her feel but she would always be grateful for her mother's love and affection.
Ginny looked at Harry then her parents, "I was thinking of sending a copy of Witch Weekly to Fred and George," she said while trying to look nonchalant.
Arthur smiled at his daughter, she may not be as flashy as the twins, but she still knew how to get the best of them. "I think that is a wonderful idea," he said. "Be sure to include a note asking them to send her their finest congratulations on such an insightful article."
"Dad, you are a brilliant man. I was wondering what would be the best thing to say. It was actually Harry that had come up with the original idea."
"Good man," said Arthur as he nodded to him. He had no doubts that Harry would take good care of his princess.
Molly looked down at the mess Harry had created and smiled, "Having a rough go of it?" she asked.
"I am better at cooking than baking," he said in frustration as he handed over his rolling pin.
"Well aren't you glad that our Ginny is so talented. I think her lemon meringue is better than mine. I can't get mine nearly as high or as golden brown as hers."
That was her clear sign that the conversation was over. She had dealt with the slanderous article and was confident her boys would fix the situation for her.
They spent the rest of the evening chatting and enjoying one of the pies that Ginny had finished.
The next day at lunch a note was delivered to Harry and Ginny by the twin's owl Mischief.
Dearest Ginny and Harry (the object of Romilda's obsession)
Thank you for the insightful magazine. As per your suggestion we sent a congratulatory package to Romilda.
Did we mention that we have a new mate who is one of the editors for Witch Weekly? After Romilda's last article we invited Harold out for a beer and had an interesting chat. It seems Miss Vane has been "spitting in the potion" for a while now and her mother is the only reason she still has a job. Rumor has it that Romilda slipped the printer a love potion and was able to get her article printed without it going past the editor's desk. I wonder if she went the chocolate route again? Some people are so predictable.
Please be assured that Miss Vane will be looking for new employment soon. Out of consideration our new mate is going to wait until Miss Vane has opened our package before he delivers the good news. Harold has an excellent sense of humor!
Of course we also arranged for some advertising at an amazingly great price. Couldn't let such a fine opportunity go to waste could we?
Your loving and brilliantly creative brothers,
Gred and Forge
"I really love them," she said with a sigh. "I just wish I could be there when the package arrives."
"I am sure we will hear about it," said Harry over his coffee cup trying hard not to laugh.
Ginny looked at him and took a deep breath, "I know you have been against it, but what would you think about granting Teen Witch an interview?"
"Ginny…" he started.
"Please just hear me out," she asked. "It would be on our terms and we would have the final say as to what was printed. I just want to get something out there to counteract that beastly article. I know everyone will think it is rubbish but I still want to make things clear."
"Let me think about it," he said with a frown. He hadn't done an interview since the end of the war and he really didn't want to give another, but he had to consider Ginny's feelings.
They spent the rest of the afternoon talking wedding plans. Well, Ginny talked Harry commented. By dinner they had enough to give to her mum. The only thing left were the dresses and Ginny and Hermione would deal with that later.
The biggest decision had been the date. They wanted to be married sooner rather than later. There was no reason to take a full year to plan the wedding, they were adults and knew what they wanted. Plus it was already the middle of June and final exams were next week. If they wanted to enjoy a carefree honeymoon they needed to be married in late June, July or early August. If they didn't do it within the next few months they would have to wait until next summer and that was just too far away.