AN-After reading Rita Skeeter's new article I got an overwhelming urge to write the trios reaction so here it is.

Disclaimer-I don't own any of these characters, they are all property of Queen JK Rowling.

'Merlin's beard, can she not keep her mouth shut!' Ron threw the article on the table and sat down in one of the wooden chairs.

'Honestly Ronald, I don't know what you expected. It was written by Rita Skeeter.' Hermione stood leaned against the counter with a cup of tea in her hand. 'Though I thought she'd learn from being stuck a beetle for so long.' She sighed and continued drinking her tea.

Harry laughed and put a hand through his hair that, as the article had mentioned, had grown a few gray ones here and there.

'What really gets me is the fact that she though we didn't know about Teddy and Victoire.' He cleared his throat and quoted the article in a high pitched voice. 'The good news is both of them seem to have invented a method of breathing through their ears. I can think of no other reason how they have survived such prolonged periods of what, in my young day, was called snogging.'

He and Hermione laughed as Ron tried his best, and failed, at hiding a smile.

'Harry did you honestly memorize that?' Hermione gave him an amused face.

'Why of course I did! How else would I be able to recite it to Teddy every time he walks by.' A devilish smile creeped on his face.

Ron stood up and patted his friend on the back. 'I think you've been spending too much time with George, mate.' He smiled back.

'But doesn't any of this bother you two? I mean, say what you want about me but what she said about Luna's kids, and Hanna and Neville being drunks is just mental. Not to mention suggesting that Gin gave Harry that scratch.'

'If she found out that a tree branch gave this to me while I was chasing after a drunk wizard screaming about his team not qualifying for the World Cup, flying, and brooms she'd have a field day. Chosen one defeated by a tree.' He scoffed and mumbled something that sounded like stupid tree.

'No one believes what she writes anymore. People mostly just read it for laughs.' Hermione gave her husband a kiss on the cheek and went towards the sliding-glass doors that lead to the porch where Ginny and Luna sat watching the kids play tag, though with James and Teddy on broom sticks it was a bit unfair.

'There's no need to worry. Now I'm going to join Luna and Ginny on the porch, make sure the rice doesn't burn.'

'You got it 'Mione.' Harry raised his hand to his forehead and saluted. She gave a small laugh before going outside and closing the door behind her.

'She's right, Ron, she's a joke and everyone other than her knows it.' He gave his friend a small nudge and took a sip of his tea.

The redhead shook his head slightly then sighed.

'I guess you're right, mate.'

Harry stood up and walked towards the stove. 'Ron?'

'Yeah?'

'We burnt the rice.'