A/N: got an ask for more jily + hinny au fics where hinny get together sooooo this is gonna be a series updated as I get inspired! It'll all be in a same universe (kinda like how fresh pickled toad works)

I already have 2 ideas of things I'd like to have a fic about from the details in this fic but if you have prompts/ideas feel free to leave a comment!

"So what do you and Ginny talk about?"

James shoots Harry a sidelong glance that goes unnoticed and smiles. Apparently Aurors aren't necessarily perceptive in all areas of life. Or gifted in translating investigative techniques to familial scenarios.

"Not much," James finally answers, light and breezy. "Quidditch, family, how you fancy her to the moon and back."

"Shit!" Harry's rhythmic chops end with a fumbled thunk against the cutting-board.

Perhaps teasing should be saved for times when his son isn't wielding a 7-inch blade.

Harry's already grabbed a nearby tea towel and wrapped it around his finger. "The hell Dad?"

"Give me your hand."

"I think part of it is on the counter can you grab it?" Harry deadpans while James pulls at his wrist.

"Aurors used to be tougher in my day," James teases with a grin. Though his eyes immediately focus in on Harry's hand once it's revealed, healing spells on his lips to cleanse and knit the skin back together.

"You mean Mum's day?" Harry shoots back. "Mr May."

"I played quidditch," James corrects with a sigh.

"Played quidditch and did topless calendar photoshoots," Harry says, wriggling his newly healed fingers.

"One calendar - and I was in uniform," James adds, "Mostly."

"I've seen the photo. Half in uniform at best."

"Well I had to get your Mum's attention somehow," James says as he begins heating the wok.

Harry lets out a long sigh as he pushes up onto the countertop, heels thudding against the cabinet doors. "I'm not much for photoshoots."

"But you do have the Potter physique that has been known to drive women to matrimony."

"That is a lie," Lily says, lingering in the doorway. "The bit about what it's known to do anyway. You do look like quite your Dad."

She steps into the kitchen and toward Harry, running her hand down his shoulder before grasping his hand. "Dad learned that little spell from me."

"I do it better - the principles that make it work are more like transfiguration than charms. It's really misclassed."

Lily shares a glance with Harry and rolls her eyes. "Nerd."

"Jealous," James shoots back.

"Of what exactly?"

"Dunno," James answers, tone light with faux thoughtfulness. "Maybe my O in Transfiguration 7th year?"

"I'm not going to dignify that with a response," Lily mutters, snatching a few sliced carrots from the towering veggie pile.

She crunches down on a few and gives Harry a lingering look. "So what's up?"

Harry and James's responses are a conflicting cacophony, with the latter firmly in the 'nothing' camp.

James sets the veggies sizzling and gives them a preliminary toss. "We were talking about Ginny Weasley, contrary to what my son the liar says."

"There's nothing to talk about, is what I mean."

"Lies."

"I heard you held hands."

Harry jolts. "From whom? I think I would remember that."

"Fleur," Lily answers easily, watching Harry. "At Dominique's christening."

"Wow," Harry grumbles. "You all need a life."

James scoffs. "More like you need some game."

Lily stifles a laugh and shoves James's shoulder. "Leave him be."

"Besides," Harry says, focusing intently on the hole wearing through the knee of his jeans, "We held hands for the prayer. That's like - "

"Congrats," James says with a grin, "You've made it to Shakespearean first base."

"I - what?"

"Palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss," James quotes as he gives the veggies another toss.

Whatever follow up Harry might have formed dies when he spots the utterly nauseating look his mother is currently giving his father. "Really?"

She startles but doesn't look the least bit guilty. "Yes?"

"That - gross."

"Don't be jealous your Dad wooed," Lily says finally, patting Harry's shoulder. "You may be older but he was a bloody mess. It took quite a bit of meddling."

"Please don't."

James frowns. "I want grandbabies."