A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 663

Warning: mentions assumed pedophilia, unhealthy relationship, and internet trolls

"I swear, is that all they fucking care about?" Ginny yelled, slamming the lap top closed. She opened it to make sure she hadn't accidentally broken the screen, and then shut it again. Sirius poked his head into the room they called their office. He was wearing nothing more than a blush colored frilly apron and a pair of matching silk pants. He was also barefoot. Ginny glanced over at him. He was the host of a youtube cooking show called the Almost Naked Chef. She was currently a blogger who talked about Quidditch, life, and everything else.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked, noticing the upset look on his wife's face.

"People," Ginny answered, glaring at the laptop behind her.

"What did they say now?" he asked, crossing the room. Ginny sighed and opened the machine back up. It hummed as she entered the password.

"Read for yourself," she muttered, turning it to face him. He peered down at the screen, his smile turning into a frown and then into a straight line of rage.

"They think you're promoting pedophilia by being married to a man twice your age?" he asked, as if unable to believe it.

"Yup. They also say you're a pedo and that you're abusing me but I'm too stupid to realize it. Also, they say I'm glorifying unhealthy relationships because of our age difference. Never mind the fact I was twenty when you asked me out, never mind the fact we didn't get married for two years, never mind the fact we're both adults and they're all idiots," Ginny stated. Sirius shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Red. I didn't realize people would still be hung up on all of this. I mean, we've been married almost three years now."

"I know, maybe having a Quidditch blog was a bad idea. I just thought, that you know, people would love to hear about the game from a current player."

"I'm sure they do! I mean, your play by plays of the games are fascinating!"

"You're just saying that because you're my husband. Don't you have problems with your viewers? I mean, you are standing in the kitchen cooking mostly naked..."

"Most my viewers are desperate housewives looking for eye candy," Sirius answered. "The only thing I have to worry about is jealous husbands," he answered, sitting down in the chair next to Ginny.

"Should I even bother doing this any more? I mean, I'm so sick of these people. It makes me just want to give up writing, give up playing Quidditch even, I mean..." Ginny blinked back tears. Sirius pulled her over to him.

"Red, ignore them. They're a bunch of gits. You have a real talent for both playing and writing about the game you love. How about you put the computer away for a bit, stay off the feeds and help me make dinner?"

"You'll allow me into your kitchen?" Ginny asked, wide-eyed.

"As long as you follow the rules," Sirius joked. Ginny smirked.

"You mean as long I'm not wearing any unnecessary clothing?" she asked, nodding to Sirius' current outfit.

"Exactly, so, I was thinking, we could bake something sweet, chocolate? Remus said it always made things better? I personally found fire whiskey helped a bit more, but..."

"What about a fire whiskey lava cake?" Ginny asked, her eyes sparkling at the idea.

"Ohh, that sounds perfect! I think I have just the recipe to alter for that. So, want to help me, Red?"

"Am I going to be on camera for all your lonely little viewers?" she asked.

"Only if you want to be. Hey, that could be a great way to show your little trolls that our marriage is perfectly fine and healthy?" he joked. Ginny burst out laughing as she hit him with a pillow.

"Fine, but maybe just this once," she agreed, stripping down to her bra and knickers, both a lovely shade of lime green and followed her husband to the kitchen.