Hermione huffed in frustration. "Did you learn nothing from working with Dumbledore, Harry? He put a ring on without checking first that it was ok. It would have killed him eventually had Snape not done it first." She reached across the kitchen table to grasp his hand.

"Look, the swelling's gone down and the colour is almost back to normal! Don't you think you are overreacting a little here, Hermione?"

Ginny grinned. More than twelve years of friendship was not enough to teach Harry never to suggest Hermione Granger was overreacting. She walked over to the sink with their mugs, now empty of tea.

Harry continued, "The ring was a Horcrux, cursed by Voldemort. This is my wife's ring, that I was trying to charm-"

"-with a spell given to you by George Weasley." Hermione leveled an expectant stare at him, knowing he would eventually see how utterly stupid he had been.

Harry grinned sheepishly. "OK, so I was a bit hasty. But nothing life threatening has happened!"

"Yet," said Ginny. "You could very easily have lost that finger. You know George has little regard for safety since… Well, you know." Ginny blinked back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. It was still difficult to voice the loss they all felt, even seven years on.

Hermione stood. "Alright then. You are curse-free, excepting your lack of common sense of course. Go get yourselves ready for this interview."

Harry stomped out of the kitchen and up the stairs, muttering under his breath the whole way up. Ginny watched him leave, feeling exceptionally satisfied. "Hopefully that'll finally put an end to all his ridiculous ideas."

Hermione snorted. "Unlikely. You know he'll just find another way. He is nothing if not persistent. He'll just find another way."

"Oh Merlin, I hope not! He is always getting in my way and fussing over me. It's unbearable, Hermione. He treats me like I am some fragile thing, ready to break at any moment." Ginny groaned and pressed her forehead to the table. "He knows me better than this."

Hermione stretched to put a comforting hand on Ginny's arm. "You are one of the toughest women, people, that I have ever met. I know you are not as delicate as Harry is treating you now. You grew up with more older brothers than should be allowed. It is a miracle, frankly, that you are as sane as you are. But Harry did not grow up with a family."

"Why are you making me feel guilty?"

"That is not my intention. But you are the first real family Harry has had since he was a year old. It was taken away from him then. I imagine he is terrified of losing his family again. He is desperate to keep you safe."

"Ugh, you're right. I guess I could be more patient with him. But he really is driving me nuts with all his experimenting. I'm worried that he's is going to hurt himself."

Hermione smiled. "That is entirely likely. Our husbands really are a lot of work, aren't they?"

"Yours more than mine," Ginny smiled back. "Do you think you could keep an eye on Harry? He's not going to stop this nonsense any time soon."

"I'll do one better," said Hermione. "I'll give him the spell he needs."

Later that morning, Ginny found herself practically dragging Harry into the small cafe on Diagon Alley where they had agreed to meet the reporter from the Prophet.

The interview went well enough in her opinion. Harry cringed frequently at the gushing compliments the insincere reporter gave him, all in the hopes of flattering her way to getting juicier gossip.

After their interview, the Potters followed their usual Saturday morning routine of brunch in Muggle London. They wandered slowly hand in hand on their way to their favourite place on Liverpool Road and got a table by the fireplace.

Ginny leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms over her head. "Well, that wasn't too bad, was it?"

"It was awful, Ginny. You cannot possibly deny that," Harry said, opening his menu. "I need no one to make jokes about the 'working order of my tackle', no matter how funny they think it is." He dropped his menu. "You don't think she'll print that, do you?"

Ginny snorted. "I don't know." She picked up her own menu, mostly to have something to do with her hands; she knew exactly what she wanted to eat. "Darling, you really have to get used to the press. They won't go away any time soon."

Harry sighed deeply. He snatched a piece of bread from the basket on the table and started ripping it into smaller pieces.

"Especially when you have such a famous wife. As a celebrity, people will want to know all sorts of things about me including, well… you know. "

"Is that so? Personally, I don't see what all the fuss is about." Harry grinned.

She hummed in response. Suddenly, a piece of bread flew across the table and hit her on the nose. "Ow!"

"You're certainly no Seeker."

"I'd be careful if I were you," she smiled slyly at him. "I may not have used a Bat-Bogey Hex in a while, but I still remember how to do it."

Harry chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. "Forgive me, Oh Glorious One! I'll back off."

A waiter approached the table and took their orders. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, listening to the crackling fire and the beginnings of pattering rain on the windows. The food arrived, and the steaming scents started Ginny's stomach rumbling. She had always had a healthy appetite but she just couldn't seem to stop eating since she got pregnant. The snacks that she had wolfed down during the interview had barely put a dent in her hunger.

"I don't trust that reporter though."

Ginny looked up, her fork most of the way to her mouth loaded with omelet. Harry hadn't started eating yet and was just pushing his food around in circles. "Why not?"

"She's Betty Braithwaite." Harry rolled his eyes when all he got from Ginny was a blank stare. "She is the one who interviewed Skeeter about the book she wrote about Dumbledore. The article was almost as disgusting as the book."

"Ah, I see why you are a little hesitant then. I guess we'll just have to hope for the best. We didn't say anything that could put us in an awkward situation."

"She's a reporter, Ginny. It doesn't matter what we say or how careful we are. The truth can always be twisted."

"And if I get the job I interview for next week, I'll be one too."

"That's true," Harry looked at her thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'll have to be extra careful and attentive to my beautiful wife."

Ginny winked at him. "You got that right."