Fan-fiction – Truth or Dare: Dare – Harry receives fan-mail. (353)
"Harry!" She called, her eyes narrowing on the small envelope she currently clutched in her hands. She heard movement from above and knew that her husband was on his way. Ginny had to restrain herself from pre-emptively opening the hand written envelope and peering inside. Finally Harry arrived in the kitchen, his messy hair sticking up on one side, his askew glasses and red-rimmed eyes indicated that the Boy-Who-Lived had just been rudely awoken. Ginny smirked, laying a hand on her hip as she looked her husband up and down.
"Tired?" She smiled, offering the letter o him. He snatched it, rolling his eyes as he quickly opened the envelope. His eyes widened as he read, cheeks suddenly flaring with colour as his eyes darted left and right down the page. Ginny bounced on the spot waiting until he finished to demand to be shown. Harry just shook his head, his hair waving slightly with the movement. She really needed to trim it, she thought before remembering the more pressing matter of the intriguing letter that he refused to let her read. She held her hand out, glaring at him, but still he refused.
"Harry!" She play-whined, stamping her foot softly. Still he shook his head. "How bad could it be?"
"You have no idea." Ginny snatched the letter from him with nimble fingers and gloated quickly before her eyes too, rushed down the page.
"This is porn!" She squealed, throwing the page back at him. They both watched as it fluttered slowly to the floor, staring at it as though it might explode. "Someone wrote creepy porn about you and," she took a deep breath, gulped, then whispered, "my brother." Harry nodded, still staring at the page.
"Says it's from... a fan. Thinks I made a mistake marrying you, and I should have ended up with him." They both quickly looked away and shudders ripped down their spines.
"Thank Merlin it's not a howler," Ginny chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Don't even say it," Harry laughed, looking back at the letter – still laying on the kitchen floor. "Should we tell Ron?"