You Old Fart!
Summary: Who says they can't have fun old people style?
A/N: I noticed there are not a whole lot of stories about Harry Potter and company as old people - so I decided to change that! Please read! I hope you like it!
"Eh, Ginny, what didya do with my meds?" grumbled Harry Potter, now no longer the good-looking man he was in his younger years. He was fifty-one years old, but he still looked darn good for it, he thought. Only a few mangy specks of black hair dotted his head, the rest were a continuous shade of light gray. His wife, Ginny Potter, came in and slammed the tiny orange bottle down on the table.
"Get off your lazy bum next time and get it!" Ginny mumbled something under her breath, and stomped off into the living room. Menopause was not treating her very nicely, and the mood swings were enough to drive Harry to drink. He sighed and hesitantly gulped down his medication.
"Eh, Ginny, aren't Ron an' Hermione coming over?"
"Oh, shit, I completely forgot about that." Now, contrary to what you may be thinking, Ron and Hermione are also the names of Harry and Ginny's children. Ronald Potter was a dashing 23-year-old fresh out of Auror training. Hermione Longbottom, as she was now called, had gotten married to Neville Longbottom's son and the both were excitedly awaiting their first child.
Now, the real Ron and Hermione are a different story. Their 26 years shared together brought forth two children named, obviously, Harry and Ginny. Harry Weasley was also fresh out of Auror training, and he and his best buddy, Ron Potter, were now the best Auror interns the Ministry of Magic ever had. The younger Ginny Weasley was 2 years out of Hogwarts and working on becoming the new Transfiguration professor, after McGonagall finally kicked the bucket. But let's go back to the present Harry and Ginny Potter.
"What time, Gin?"
"The calendar says. says. aw shit I need my glasses again."
"Wanna use mine?"
"No, you old fart!" But Ginny could barely contain her laughter. She came in, her tiny frames sticking to her nose, and her mouth curled up into a smile.
"It says 4.30."
"Oh, good, 3 hours till they come back to haunt their poor old miserable parents," laughed Harry. Ginny chuckled and playfully slapped her husband of 30 years on the arm.
"What was that for?" asked Harry, a playful look of mock hurt inching its way onto his face. Ginny just laughed.
"For teasing our children!" Harry smiled again and out his arms around his wife.
"I still can't get over the fact that we have children and they're all grown up. It seemed like yesterday I was watching the nurse bring Hermione over to you."
"Neither can I." Ginny smuggled into the collar of her husbands shirt, and they stood there for what seemed like hours. Then Ginny looked up into the eyes of her husband for a second, staring into the vivid green that had escaped their age and stood out almost defiantely.
"I love you."
"I love you too Gin." He kissed her nose and they walked hand in hand to the kitchen, to start preparing for the kids.
THE END!!!
A/N: hey wat can i say, I was bored and its 3.09 in the morning, eastern time, plus u never see old ppl stories bout Harry potter and Ginny and Ron and Hermione, so I thot id diversify a lil here ;-). please r+r! thanx!
Summary: Who says they can't have fun old people style?
A/N: I noticed there are not a whole lot of stories about Harry Potter and company as old people - so I decided to change that! Please read! I hope you like it!
"Eh, Ginny, what didya do with my meds?" grumbled Harry Potter, now no longer the good-looking man he was in his younger years. He was fifty-one years old, but he still looked darn good for it, he thought. Only a few mangy specks of black hair dotted his head, the rest were a continuous shade of light gray. His wife, Ginny Potter, came in and slammed the tiny orange bottle down on the table.
"Get off your lazy bum next time and get it!" Ginny mumbled something under her breath, and stomped off into the living room. Menopause was not treating her very nicely, and the mood swings were enough to drive Harry to drink. He sighed and hesitantly gulped down his medication.
"Eh, Ginny, aren't Ron an' Hermione coming over?"
"Oh, shit, I completely forgot about that." Now, contrary to what you may be thinking, Ron and Hermione are also the names of Harry and Ginny's children. Ronald Potter was a dashing 23-year-old fresh out of Auror training. Hermione Longbottom, as she was now called, had gotten married to Neville Longbottom's son and the both were excitedly awaiting their first child.
Now, the real Ron and Hermione are a different story. Their 26 years shared together brought forth two children named, obviously, Harry and Ginny. Harry Weasley was also fresh out of Auror training, and he and his best buddy, Ron Potter, were now the best Auror interns the Ministry of Magic ever had. The younger Ginny Weasley was 2 years out of Hogwarts and working on becoming the new Transfiguration professor, after McGonagall finally kicked the bucket. But let's go back to the present Harry and Ginny Potter.
"What time, Gin?"
"The calendar says. says. aw shit I need my glasses again."
"Wanna use mine?"
"No, you old fart!" But Ginny could barely contain her laughter. She came in, her tiny frames sticking to her nose, and her mouth curled up into a smile.
"It says 4.30."
"Oh, good, 3 hours till they come back to haunt their poor old miserable parents," laughed Harry. Ginny chuckled and playfully slapped her husband of 30 years on the arm.
"What was that for?" asked Harry, a playful look of mock hurt inching its way onto his face. Ginny just laughed.
"For teasing our children!" Harry smiled again and out his arms around his wife.
"I still can't get over the fact that we have children and they're all grown up. It seemed like yesterday I was watching the nurse bring Hermione over to you."
"Neither can I." Ginny smuggled into the collar of her husbands shirt, and they stood there for what seemed like hours. Then Ginny looked up into the eyes of her husband for a second, staring into the vivid green that had escaped their age and stood out almost defiantely.
"I love you."
"I love you too Gin." He kissed her nose and they walked hand in hand to the kitchen, to start preparing for the kids.
THE END!!!
A/N: hey wat can i say, I was bored and its 3.09 in the morning, eastern time, plus u never see old ppl stories bout Harry potter and Ginny and Ron and Hermione, so I thot id diversify a lil here ;-). please r+r! thanx!