Hermione Granger-Weasley and Ginny Potter were sipping champagne, waiting for their husbands to return. Despite it being Ron and Hermione's first wedding anniversay, he had spent the afternoon with Harry, Neville, Seamus, Dean and George, playing paintball. Hermione had spent the day at the spa with her sisters-in-law, Ginny, Fleur, Angelina, Audrey, and Hannah Longbottom.

"I still don'r see why we couldn't have gone to paintball too, then gone to the spa," complained Ginny, goodnaturedly. "We could have done girls versus guys. I'd love to shoot Harry." She grinned evilly at the thought.

"I did some research, Ginny. It's not exactly the way I wanted to spend my anniversary," commented Hermione.

"You're choosing dinner and anniversary sex over paintball?" asked Ginny, shaking her head. "Not me!"

Hermione scoffed. "You wouldn't have sex with Harry on your anniversary?" she asked doubtfully.

"No," clarified Ginny. "Paintball, where we can shoot the shit out of each other, then messy hot sex." She laughed at the look on Hermione's face.

"Sounds like a perfect anniversary to me," quipped Harry, stepping out of the Floo. He came straight to Ginny, tipping her head up to kiss her. "Hello, wife."

"Husband," she greeted, and slapped his arse as he walked past to grab a couple of Butterbeers out of the fridge.

Ron came over and kissed the top of Hermione's head. "Hey, 'Mione. I'm just going to run upstairs and use the loo."

"Make sure you put the toilet seat down," called Hermione, as he rushed upstairs.

"Yes, dear," he called.

"Aw, is that a thing you guys do now," said Ginny.

"Yes, we're pretending to be you two," teased Hermione, nodding back at Ginny.

"What?" Ginny was affronted. "We don't do that! Harry, tell them we don't do that."

"Yes, dear," said Harry, winking at Hermione.

"Oh, you," scoffed Ginny. She noticed Harry wincing as he sat next to her. "How was paintball."

"I think I have bruises on my bruises. My arse hurts. Seamus got me right on my butt cheek," he complained.

"I told you it was dangerous," sighed Hermione. "I told Ron – don't do anything dangerous."

"Come on, Hermione, you and I both know that's asking too much from these two," grinned Ginny, wincing herself as Harry swung his legs up and over onto her lap. She massaged his legs, earning a sigh of satisfaction from her husband.

Ron returned from upstairs, tucking himself in. "I checked on the sprog, he's still asleep. Say, Hermione, I had this idea...now, before you say no – "

"No," said Hermione, instantly.

He stopped and looked at her. "But I haven't even told you yet!" He took the Butterbeer Harry held up for him.

Hermione nodded. "I know, but I'm sticking with no."

"Oh, come on, Hermione," coaxed Harry, who was obviously in on Ron's idea. "Our hearts say yes."

"But Hermione says no," reminded Ginny.

"Excuse me, who made Hermione the boss of the group?" asked Ron, annoyed.

"You did," said Harry. "You said, 'Hermione should be the boss'."

Ginny nodded in agreement. "And then you said 'let's vote', and it was unanimous."

"And then you bought her this plaque that said 'Boss Of Us'," grinned Harry.

"Luna even painted little sparkles on it," said Ginny.

Ron sighed. "These are all valid points."

Hermione and Ginny laughed. "You guys are idiots, you know that?" said Hermione.

"In our own defense, we actually did know that," agreed Ron, chuckling. He grabbed Hermione's hand. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," replied Hermione.

"You're my wife," he told her sappily.

"And you're my husband."

"You married me in front of people," he reminded her.

"You did. I was there," said Harry.

"Our first year as a married couple, and we're still so much in love," grinned Hermione.

"Yeah!" Ron punched the air. "In your face, those who said we wouldn't last a year!"

"Hey, I stand by my wedding toast," pouted Ginny.

They all chuckled as they remembered Ginny's drunken toast at Ron and Hermione's wedding a year ago.

'My brother's really lame...but Hermione's pretty cool. I guess I kinda see why she would marry him. Also, if anyone has seen my hoodie, I lost it, thanks. Harry, stop laughing. Merlin, you're sexy. Come here, you."

"And then the two of you disappeared under the table," scolded Hermione.

"With the bottle of champagne we planned to keep for our one year anniversary," glared Ron.

"You know, I always suspected that was the night you got me pregnant with James," said Ginny, to Harry. He leaned over to kiss her, much to Ron's disgust. She nipped Harry's bottom lip with her teeth.

"Hey, that reminds me. This place we went to play paintball, we actually saw a snake. Dean nearly got bitten, but Harry convinced it to leave us alone. Do you reckon it was poisonous, Harry?"

Harry shook his head, but Hermione interrupted. "Venomous, Ron. Snakes are venomous."

"Not this one," said Harry.

"What's the difference?" asked Ron to Hermione.

"If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous," she told him.

"What if it bites me and it dies?" asked Ron.

"That means you're poisonous," said Hermione, patiently.

"What if it bites itself and I die?" teased Harry.

"That's voodoo," grinned Ginny. Harry nudged her in approval.

"What if it bites me and someone else dies?" asked Ron, genuinely curious.

"That's correlation," said Hermione.

"Not causation?" asked Ron. Hermione shot him a surprised but proud look.

"Well, what if we bite each other and neither of us die?" asked Harry.

"That's just kinky," said Ginny. Harry pulled her onto his lap and kissed her.

"Right, that's our cue to leave," said Hermione. When there was no response from the Potters, she raised her voice. "We're going out to dinner. The Niffler, the trendiest restaurant in town."

Harry and Ginny continued to kiss.

"Yeah, we had to use your name to get us a reservation, Harry..and I swiped your Gringotts card to pay for it. Thanks for that," said Ron.

Hermione sighed in annoyance when there was still no response. " Come on, Ron, we might as well go. Honestly, they couldn't keep their hands off each other at our wedding reception, and a year later, nothing has changed."

Ron nodded as they walked to the Floo. "That's nothing. Do you know what he told me at his bachelor party, about the first time he saw Ginny do her Bat Bogey Hex?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Told me it made him scared...AND horny! Then he apologised for taking Ginny's virginity, and promised it would never happen again. Honestly, there are just some things a bloke doesn't need to know about his sister and his best friend," sighed Ron.

Hermione couldn't help it, she broke into laughter, looking back at their best friends, still snogging on the sofa. "Actually, I think they're brilliant," she admitted softly.

"Well, I happen to think you're brilliant," commented Ron. "Come on, 'Mione, let's go home."

Harry and Ginny broke apart, breathing heavily, just as Ron and Hermione stepped into the Floo.

"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY," they yelled together. But either the couple didn't hear them, or chose to give them a taste of their own medicine.

"Rude, leaving without saying goodbye," noted Ginny.

Harry nodded. "And we never gave them that bottle of champagne we bought for them, to replace the one we drank at the wedding."

"It would be a shame to waste it," mused Ginny, with a glint in her eye. "Come on, James should sleep for another hour or so."

"Besides," she added, as Harry pulled her off the sofa, " it's kind of my anniversary too. It's a year ago today I found my hoodie!"

"I'll drink to that," agreed Harry. He Apparated them upstairs to their bedroom.

"Harry, when it's our anniversary, let's go paintballing," suggested Ginny.

"You want to shoot me, don't you?" asked Harry, with a knowing look.

"You know me too well," giggled Ginny. "You and my brothers, actually. Girls versus guys. We'll kick your arses."

Harry winced and rubbed his arse. " Don't remind me! Bloody Seamus!"