Ch. 9...? No wait, 10

AN: so, it's gotten to the point to where I've forgotten what chapter I'm on. It's a good thing this story os almost done. I'm so close to abandoning this wagon. And the lack of love in the form of reviews haven't served as a reminder that I had a floating story about. Anyways, on with the show!

Harry Potter walked beside his new wife, his fingers intertwined with hers. They had enjoyed a wonderful honeymoon in Italy and had been home for a few weeks. They did everything together. They lived together, slept together, slept sexually together, brushed their teeth together, showered together, put their shoes on together, they even ate breakfast and dinner together. They wanted to eat lunch together, but they had different lunch hours. It made Harry and Ginny most upset. How were they supposed to spend the rest of their lives together forever and ever if an entire hour of their day was spent alone?

The weekends were the best (unless Harry was on a mission, or Ginny had a match). On the weekends, Harry and Ginny could spend every waking second together, and they did.

On this particular day, Ginny decided she wanted to change the curtains in her and Harry's flat. Naturally, Harry tagged along with her. He thought he could give ideas for patterns.

Harry was thinking of a potato pattern. He loved potatoes. Maybe sailboats. Boaties are fun.

As the couple walked through the Leaky Cauldron, Harry stumbled on something. It turned out to be a foot. Kingsley's foot to be precise.

"Ouch," Kingsley grunted. He was nursing a cup of coffee.

"Sorry Kingsley," Harry apologized. "What's up?"

"Did you not see this morning's Prophet? I'm ruined!"

"That was a pretty bad photo," Ginny agreed. That morning's Daily Prophet front cover strayed from the life of Harry Potter to highlight a party Kingsley attended. Unfortunately, Kingsley had a little too much to drink and became the life of the party...by dancing on a table. The paper made sure to highlight every aspect of Kinglsey's drunken dancing show. The picture that adored the front cover was of the Wizarding World's minister of magic taking a provocative dip with people outside of the shot, throwing money as if he were some stripper at a club.

"Hey, Gin, why don't you go on and I'll stay here, talk with Kingsley," Harry suggested.

Ginny froze, "really? I mean you don't want to pick out curtains?"

"Naw, I mean, I don't know one thing about curtains."

A look of relief crossed Ginny's face and she left before Harry could change his mind, "I won't be too long!" She called over her shoulder.

Harry frowned, but shrugged his shoulders and joined Kingsley at the table.

"Well, it looked like a fun party," Harry started.

"I wish I could remember it," Kingsley replied curtly. "I am going to be thrown out of office for being reckless. I have to meet with the press to talk about it in a little bit, but I don't know what to say!"

"Lie."

"What?"

"Lie. Sometimes, the truth is overrated," Harry explained. "You could tell the press that you made a mistake and had too much to drink and the night is a blur, or you can tell them something else."

"Like what? They already have a statement from me saying I don't ever remember climbing on a table and making a fool of myself!"

"Then say that wasn't you," Harry replied, standing his ground against Kingsley's frustration.

"Who else could it have been?"

"Ernie Kernersky...Shakelbolt."

"Who?"

"You know, your ne'er do well twin brother. He really likes to party and have a good time. It's hard to admit the two of you are related, but blood is thicker than water. You do love your brother, just not the things he does," Harry said in an official tone.

Kingsley opened his mouth to say something but closed it. He took a sip from his cold cup of coffee. He sat in silence and let Harry's words wash over him. It was a long shot. A twin brother? They would never buy, or would they? If he told the truth he would be sacked in a heartbeat, or maybe he would stay in office, but no one would trust him again. That was worse. Even worse still was lying to the press and getting caught. But what if he wasn't caught? What if he managed to get away with having a twin brother? It was his only shot at not losing a job.

"Ernie Kernersky, huh?"

'Yep, Ernie Kernersky. You are confused with him and he with you, nothing more than that," Harry smirked. Kingsley returned the smirk before bursting out laughing. He may have been taught to not lie, but, what the press don't know, won't hurt them.

AN: this was funnier in my head. Leave a review!