A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
Ginny was released the next day into Harry's waiting arms. He was smiling as he took her home, not even realizing she wasn't doing the same.
"I've updated the protections for the house, set a few new wards. Whoever attacked you won't be able to again," he added as if she were merely worried about her safety.
"Thank you, Harry," she replied. "Do you have to work today?" she asked hoping for a postive answer, but knowing she wasn't going to get it.
"No, I took the day off to spend with you. Ron's filling in for me."
"Oh, okay, Hermione says Ron's been spending a lot of time at work, maybe we should invite her over for dinner some night?"
"Sure, although, Ron hasn't picked up any other extra shifts that I know about," Harry replied looking slightly confused.
"No idea, so what do you want to do today? I'm supposed to take it easy, so no Quiddich."
"So, that's out, I was going to call your entire family over and have a game," Harry joked. Ginny felt herself smiling despite the fear in her heart.
"Yeah, I think something a little calmer. Maybe we could play one of your muggle games?' she suggested. Harry had bought a bunch of muggle games saying that they could be just as much fun as the wizard versions. Ginny still wasn't sure about that but was willing to try.
"Um, sure how about..."he paused looking at the shelf of games before pulling one out. "battleship."
"Okay, how do you play?" she asked as he pulled out the boards and handed her one and a small plastic bag of little ships.
"You place your boats on the board, without telling me where. Then we try to hit each other's ships by guessing numbers off the grid," he explained.
"Sounds easy enough," she replied studying her board and carefully placing her ships.
"Ready?" She nodded as they started playing. After about three games, Ginny had to agree this was fun, a little dull without explosions, but fun.
"Are you starting to get hungry?" Harry asked after he sank her final ship.
"A little," she admitted wondering what she'd be making for lunch.
"I'll go make us something," Harry stated with a smile. "Why don't you put the game away?"
"Sure, I'm sorry, I think the pumpkin juice I bought yesterday got destroyed."
"S'alright, Ginny. I bought some more last night, I also picked up a few groceries, including that yogurt you like for breakfast." Ginny nodded starting to put the game away while Harry disappeared into the kitchen. She nearly smiled, this was the Harry she loved, this was the man she'd married. She wondered how long it would before he reverted back into the man the war had made him into.
Soon the smell of spices filled the house. Ginny had found a copy of Quiddich Weekly and was reading it when Harry announced lunch was ready.
"I couldn't remember if you liked spicy food, so I cut back a little on the curry powder," he said putting a plate in front of her. She recognized it as an Indian dish, but she couldn't remember the name.
"I do like spicy food," she answered taking a bite. "But it's good this way too," she said. Harry nodded eating his own plate. They ate in silence for a minute.
"So, what's going on with Hermione and Ron? I know you went shopping with her yesterday, and she mentioned Ron was working a lot?"
"Yes, she said he's always at work. I was confused because you're home every night." She wished he wasn't, but she wasn't about to admit that.
"I'll talk to Ron, it's not right for him to be leaving Hermione alone all the time." She nodded wondering if Harry knew more about what was going on with her brother than he was admitting.
"He should be at Sunday night dinner," she offered.
"Right. Do you think you can wash the dishes?"
"Sure," Ginny agreed quickly as Harry rose and disappeared into his study. So much for the good day, she thought as she started cleaning up.
