"Harry, this is crazy!"

Ginny was waving the paper in front of Harry's face as he attempted to keep eye contact with his fiance', franticly bobbing his head in the process.

"I know, Gin, but it's not like we can do anything about it," Harry said as he finally snatched the article out of her hand. "We know they'd find out eventually."

"I don't care!" Ginny huffed, slamming a hand down on the breakfast table angrily. "That Rita Skeeter has no business in our lives! How can she write that? Those rumors will be everywhere/i once people read this! How'd she find out we're engaged? How can she say I'm pregnant? Harry, this is horrid!You know how my parents are! Mum will read this and start asking questions about weather we've slept together or not and if I'm pregnant and- and-"

"Ginny!" Harry finally said loudly to pull her out of her rant. She glared at him; her honey eyes filled with tears of anger that she'd never let spill, her face red enough to match her hair that's as fiery as her personality, and her breath hard. "Ginny," he continued, softer, calmer to keep her the same way, "I don't know how she found out. You know how she is. Ever since she came out that she's an anigmas she's been bolder about these things. I don't know why she's saying you're pregnant or that she's best friends with you or whatever it says. And you're mum...well...we can deal with her later. We were gonna move in together soon anyways, right? This can help us break it to her. Your dad practically knows we're sleeping together anyways-"

"He does?" Ginny yelped. "Since when?"

"He saw you sneaking in early last Saturday," Harry told her softly. "He talked to me about it...he doesn't mind much, really. He said he just wants to know we're safe and all that- the typical dad stuff- and that I love you. Which I do. He's been keeping it from Molly because she's so crazy about these things."

Ginny sighed.

"She is crazy. We should get it over with...just...blurt it out or something. But I'm definitely not pregnant."

Harry smiled at her slightly.

"So...maybe Skeeter isn't that bad, hm? Giving us a nice open window for the discussion there?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, but Harry distinctly saw her lips curling slightly. She's always so stubborn, he thought to himself with an inner chuckle.

"I suppose...but I'm still writing her a big, nasty letter telling her exactly where she can stick that quick-notes-quill of her's-"

"-And she deserves it, really," Harry said hastily, agreeing that Skeeter deserved something. He slid his chair a bit closer to Ginny's. "But try and relax, alright? We've had enough trouble in our lives..."

Ginny was grinning now.

"Didn't I tell you that?"

"The very year we got back together."

"And you remembered?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you were saving it for some time like now so I'd be forced to shut up and snog you?"

"Hmm...maybe."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Gin."�