This is trash. I know this is trash. I wrote this at like 3 am last night and for some reason decided to publish it.
"I feel like you need a pet name."
"What?"
"Yeah, calling you Harry is getting kinda repetitive. I need something new to spice it up."
"Like what?"
"What about Harr-Harr?"
Harry spit out his drink. "Absolutely not!"
"Fine then Harold I guess you must not like my creative genius."
"I wouldn't call the nickname 'Harr-Harr' genius Ginevra."
"Hmmm. Touché my Green-Eyed Saviour."
"Really? Going with the whole 'Saviour of the Wizarding World' troupe are you my Red-Headed Seductress."
"What? According to Rita Skeeter you like the attention my Bespectacled Lover."
"You know I hate it my Fiery Witch."
"I have to admit that's not your finest comeback Seeker."
"Never claimed it was Chaser."
"I think you're losing your touch Rold."
"Rold? Really? That sounds like some kind of disease Evra."
"I could come up with something a lot worse Poochy-Cheeks."
"Like what Snookums?"
"Like my Horny Horntail."
"I've heard worse my Hangry Harpy."
"Harry-poo-poo what's hangry?"
"It's when you're so hungry you become angry, Princess."
"I'm not Hangry, Sexy Pants."
"I don't know Muffin, you've been off for the past few weeks."
"I have not, Babe!"
"Yes Dear."
"Don't you 'Yes Dear' me Hubby!"
"Of course, Wifey. Let me take this time to grovel at your feet to earn your forgiveness."
"You better Handsome."
"Would you like a butterbeer Gorgeous?"
"Water please Darling."
"Well here you go Ducky."
"So, what are you doing today my love?"
"Enjoying your company Gin."
"Don't call me that Lovey."
"Why not Gin-Gin?"
"Because Lover, Gin is a type of alcohol and I won't be able to drink it for a while."
"Why?"
"Because I'm pregnant Daddy."
Anyway like, review, read my other story, whatever. BTW for any of you who came from my other story I'm still writing it, it's just taking longer then I planned.