-D is for daring-

Ginny roughly threw open the door of a small Muggle diner on the edge of London. It was a warm June afternoon and she was more than exhausted. It had been a long day of Holyhead Harpies Quidditch practice and she was ready to sit down and enjoy lunch with her husband.

As she stood in the doorway of the familiar diner she looked around for black messy hair. She became quite frustrated when she couldn't spot him after a few moments. She sighed heavily and she jumped when a voice broke her thoughts.

"How many?" the annoying voice of the waitress asked.

"Well I'm here to meet my husband." Ginny answered. "But I can't spot him."

"Oh, well name?"

"Harry Potter." Ginny said. "Black hair, round glasses."

"Let me see if I can find him." The waitress said, before she walked off. Though Ginny wasn't satisfied with that answer, so she began to search the café again. And what she spotted made her blood boil and her eyes widen.

Across the diner, she spotted her husband seated with a gorgeous blonde.

Sure, Ginny trusted her husband and knew he'd never cheat on her, but nothing looked right about what she saw. There sat her husband talking, laughing and smiling at this perfect blonde. He had a smile across his face as he glanced at this woman. Ginny was ready to snap. She wasn't a Weasley woman for nothing.

As she was going to take a step towards the table they sat at, the annoying waitress popped up.

"Your husband's sitting over with Ashley." The waitress pointed at the table Ginny had her eyes already glued to.

"Ashley?" Ginny turned to the waitress with raised eyebrows.

"One of our waitresses. Though her shift ended twenty minutes ago, not sure what she's still doing here." The waitress rolled her eyes.

"Oh I see." Ginny glowered.

"Oh, and," The waitress lowered her voice. "She's a bit of a slut if you ask me." And with that she walked away. By now, Ginny was fuming. 'Who does he think he is?' Ginny's mind roared. She stomped over to the table, and stopped when she was close enough to hear the conversation, but neither could see her.

"Really, your eyes are gorgeous!" The woman named Ashley cooed and Ginny wasn't stupid. She knew what Ashley was getting at, and no one flirted with her man.

"Thanks," Harry spoke next and a small smile graced his face, but Ginny was too angry to notice the forced manner of his smile.

Ginny had had enough. She wasn't going to tolerate one more second.

"What's going on here?" Was Ginny's furious question. Both people seated turned in surprise and both had very different reactions. A large smile graced the face of her husband, while the blonde bimbo looked surprised.

"Hey, Gin." Harry stood up and greeted his wife with a kiss. "I've been waiting."

"Had great company, I see." Ginny snapped. She wasn't going to just let him get away with this. She would give this Ashley a piece of her mind. They didn't call her a daring Gryffindor for nothing. She wasn't shy and was ready to speak up.

"Oh, love, this is Ashley." Harry pointed at the blonde, whom waved and winked at Ginny.

"Hi," Ginny smiled tightly.

"I was just keeping Mr. Potter company. He was waiting all alone." Ashley spoke.

"Yes, I but I was on my way." Ginny snapped. "He was fine."

"I was only trying to keep him company." Ashley spoke, her eyes staring firmly on Harry, which only aggravated Ginny more.

"He didn't need your company!" Ginny exclaimed. "He didn't need a slutty waitress-" The lady cut straight across Ginny's loud proclamation.

"What did you just call me?" Ashley stood up just then, standing in front of Ginny.

"A slut." Ginny said confidently. 'Yes', Ginny thought to herself. 'I'm daring'.

"Excuse me?"

"What grown woman flirts with a married man?" Ginny exclaimed. "What kind of diner is this?"

"Gin, calm-" Harry started to say, but then Ginny turned on him.

"Calm down?" Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Why in the world did you let her sit with you?" Ginny riled on Harry.

"I didn't think that-"

"Didn't think what?" Ginny snapped.

"Gin, it's okay." Harry spoke calmly, hoping to reassure her.

"Whatever." Ginny snapped. "This is ridiculous." And she spun on her heel, leaving both Harry and Ashley in her wake.

Harry watched as Ginny stormed from the diner and opened the door, before slamming the door shut.

"I'm sorry." Harry turned to Ashley. "I gotta go." And with that Harry rushed from the diner. He ran out the door, before searching the street up and down for Ginny. He couldn't spot her anywhere and so he decided to go right. As he darted down the sidewalk, he saw a glint of red hair fly in the corner of his eye.

"Ginny!" Harry called, and it seemed to him that she moved faster at the sound of his voice. "Ginny, wait! Come back!" But Harry watched as she ran on. Harry just sighed in defeat. He really wished she would just calm down.

As Harry raced after his beautiful-he still thought—wife, he saw her start to spin and he knew that she was close to apparating.

"Ginny! Please talk to me!"

"What? Why?"

"Ginny, what do you mean why? I'm your husband, that's why!"

"I don't care to hear your lousy excuse." Ginny snapped.

"Ginny, that girl was being a bit too friendly and she took a seat across from me. I said that my wife was on her way and she said she'd keep me company. I didn't really enjoy her company; I thought that it'd be alright until you got there." Harry explained gently.

"Then why were you flirting with her?" Ginny demanded.

"Ginny, love, I wasn't flirting with her." Harry put his hands on her shoulders, and looked straight into her chocolate brown eyes. "Why would I flirt with someone when I have you?"

"That's what I was wondering." Ginny murmured.

"You have nothing to worry about, love." Harry tried to assure her. "I love you. Trust me." Ginny sighed loudly.

"Well you still shouldn't have let her sit with you." Harry couldn't help but smile. He knew that Ginny wasn't angry anymore, but she would never make a fool of herself. It was still Harry's fault and Harry was more than okay with that.