Flirting Friends -
Ginny apparated the next morning to the back of WWW opening the door and entering. Fred sat at the desk going over papers, "Good morning runt," he said looking up. "Morning to you too bane of my existence," Ginny teased, "George at the Diagon Alley branch this morning?" she asked hanging her cloak on a wall peg. "Yes we have a meeting later today on the preparations for the Berlin branch," Fred said watching as Ginny made her way to sit at George's empty office chair. As soon as she sat down the chair seat began to vibrate and goosed her on the bottom. Ginny screamed jumping back up quickly grabbing her rump with a hand looking down at the chair. Fred broke out laughing, "Goosy chairs," he said. "You do know those could be taken the wrong way," Ginny said crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Yeah," Fred chuckled, "The work place would never be the same again." Ginny snorted, "You'd have women happy to have a desk job, that's for sure." Fred stood up grabbing his cloak, "I have to meet George and Lee before we go to our Gringotts meeting, do you think you could stay a bit later today? Dennis needed the day off," said Fred grabbing a folder off of his desk. "That won't be a problem, but I have an errand to run at lunch so I'll be closing the shop to do it," said Ginny. She had been working for the twins since she left Hogwarts. It wasn't for lack of ability elsewhere; her OWL and NEWT levels could rival Hermione's. Ginny just enjoyed working at the shop, meeting the customers and the Hogwarts students when they came for their visits. The Weasley name was still infamous after all these years out of Hogwarts. Professor Flitwick's shrine to the twins stood to this day, a roped off bit of swamp they had flooded the school with in their final year.
Noon arrived without incident. Ginny locked the front of the shop pulling her cloak tighter around herself against the cold breeze. The sky was looking grim with the threat of snow soon. Making her way down the street she smiled and nodded politely to passerbys. First on her list was the office of local healer Nynaeve Mandragoran. The large outer office was airy and light from many windows, herbs hung along the edge of the ceiling and shelves of bottled ingredients lined the wall behind the tall counter. A woman with a smooth face and perfect skin stood behind the tall counter, she had long black hair that hung to her waist, it was impossible for Ginny to guess her age. She greeted Ginny with a polite smile, "Hello how can I help you?" Ginny glanced around the outer office, "Hello, yes, I would like to make an appointment." The receptionist flipped through her ledger, "How soon would you like to see the healer?" the receptionist asked. "No rush," Ginny answered reading the label on a bottle on the shelf behind the receptionist twisting her wedding band around her finger with her thumb. "That is a bit of a help for us, we've been flooded with patients lately due to a nasty cold going around. If it wasn't for the fact that we're about to break for lunch this place would be crowded," the receptionist nodded her head to the empty waiting room. The lady straightened the yellow shawl that hung over her shoulders turning another page of the book. "Ok, this is Tuesday," mumbled the receptionist, "Would Friday at this time be ok?" she said looking back up at Ginny. "We could squeeze you in right before lunch if you'd like. Otherwise we won't have an opening until next Friday." The friendly receptions gave an apologetic look. "This Friday would be lovely," Ginny smiled at the receptionist letting her know it was fine. "Wonderful, my name is Ananda," she said reaching her hand across the counter. Ginny took Ananda's hand and gently shook it, "Ginny, Ginny Potter." Ananda took up a quill after releasing Ginny's hand and dipped it in the ink well on the counter, "Mrs. Potter is it?" she asked glancing at Ginny's wedding band. "Yes, Mrs." said Ginny smiling to herself. She still marveled two years later that she was married to the man of her dreams. "All right then Mrs. Potter, we'll see you back here on Friday," Ananda said blowing on the ink to dry. "Thank you, have a nice lunch," Ginny said over her shoulder making her way to the front door. "You too," Ananda called out with a small wave before closing the ledger.
Ginny stepped out of the healer's office and continued a few blocks down to the local clock shop which held a large wooden sign above the door, Tinker Time - Jac al'Seen proprietor. Stepping inside bells chimed from above her. Clocks of all various sizes and shapes greeted her, each ticking softly. Many had plain faces and numbers that resembled muggle clocks. Others had phrases such as, Lunch, Dinner, Bath and Bedtime. From the back Ginny heard someone call out, "Can I help you?" Stepping out from a swinging door at the back of the shop a stocky man with square shoulders emerged, what hair the man had left on his balding head was dark grey. "Mr. al'Seen," Ginny said stepping further into the shop holding out her hand. "Ahh, Mrs. Potter, please call me Jac," he said taking her hand into both of his. "Only if you call me Ginny," she said giving him a charming smile. "It would be my honor, Ginny. So what can I do for you today?" Jac said giving her hand a final affectionate squeeze before releasing it. "If I remember correctly it was a few months after your wedding, not quiet two years ago I believe, you and Mr. Potter were in my shop purchasing a grandfather clock," Jac said moving back behind a long glass display case. "I am looking to order more hands for our clock," Ginny said looking down into the display case at the many pocket watches and clock dials. "Alright then," Jac said moving further up the case to a multitude of hands to choose from. "This here is examples of our work, you can choose an exact from below or we can make to your specifications, each piece is hand crafted on site and unique in it's own right," Jac said turning around searching through the many leather bound books that lined shelves behind him. Ginny bent lower looking over the beautiful clock pieces. "Ah here we go," Jac said pulling a book from the shelf and turning around to set it on the case between them. Ginny looked up curiously at the book he was opening. "P, P. . . Patil. . . Pippin. . . Potter! Here it is, Harry and Ginny Potter. Lovely clock you chose, one of the finest we ever had the pleasure to craft," Jac al'Seen smiled with pride. "Does it list the hands?" Ginny asked peering at the page. "Let me see," Jac said skimming down the paragraph, "Yes it does, knew it was in there just had to look at bit," he said chuckling to himself. "Right then, is this what you would like?" Jac asked pulling out an order form. "Yes please," Ginny said reaching up to finger her pendant. "We'll have this ready for you, oh. . . say the end of the week?" Jac asked while scratching out the order with his quill. "That would be wonderful Mr. al'Seen," said Ginny. The clock maker looked up from his writing giving her a patient grandfatherly smile, "Jac please." Ginny smiled giving him a quick wink, "Yes Jac, I'll see you at the end of the week."
The rest of the day was spent quietly tending to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Since it was the middle of the week business was always slow. A little before closing the bell over the door chimed alerting Ginny that someone had entered. She put down the muggle novel she was reading titled, Eye of the World, to look up. "Ginger!" Ginny cried out seeing her friend walk in. "Ginny I was hoping to catch you here today," Ginger said striding over and embracing her friend who had came rushing out from around the counter. "When did you get back?" Ginny asked pulling out of the hug and holding Ginger at arms length to look her up and down. "Just this morning, Colin had to go into the office to turn in the photos he shot," said Ginger. "Three whole months, how could you stand it?" Ginny asked pulling her friend to sit on the tall chairs behind the counter. "It wasn't that bad touring with the various Quidditch teams so Colin could get publicity shots for the paper," said Ginger shrugging, "I got to see plenty of the country side." Ginny had walked to the back room as soon as Ginger was seated and was quickly magicing a tea for two with her wand listening to Ginger talk. Ginny snorted loudly carrying the tea service back to the counter top setting it down, "Country side, is that what they are calling it now a'days?" she said quirking an eyebrow. Ginger grinned naughtily holding the back of her hand up in front of Ginny wiggling her fingers to flash her bridal set, "Honestly Ginny I'm a married woman I could never even think of looking at another man." Ginny choked on her tea spluttering. "Liar," she said dabbing her lips with a napkin hiding an evil grin. Ginger's face broke out into just an evil a smile, "Just don't tell Colin I was admiring more than the broomsticks on some of those luscious men," Ginger said in a conspiritual tone. "Oh please, like Colin didn't appreciate the female players on the team and how well they flew?" said Ginny smirking. "Oh I'm sure he did!" Ginger laughed. "Well?" said Ginny waiting.
Ginger smiled knowing exactly what her friend was thinking, reaching into her pocket Ginger pulled out a thick envelope setting it on the counter. Ginny eyed Ginger before reaching over opening the envelope and removing several photographs. There stood a handsome man giving a roughish grin to the camera before mounting his broom. "Oh lord girlfriend, he just gets finer with age," Ginny said turning to look at the next photograph. The second shot revealed the man in knee high black boots, tight quidditch riding pants enhancing his muscular thighs and the standard tank shirt worn beneath the uniform shirt and robe. He was knelt on one knee facing the right of the photo putting a quaffle back in the box, the sun shown down on his tanned back as the beads of sweat on his body reflected the light. Straightening up he tossed his head trying to move the bangs of brown hair that fell into his eyes. It was apparent the subject did not know he was being photographed at the time by his completely relaxed state. Ginny gave a low whistle, "Damn, Oliver just toolicious." Ginger nodded, "Wood was really great about letting Colin shoot him while we were with his team. Still one of Europe's most eligible wizard bachelors says Witch Weekly," Ginger said leaning against the back of the chair sipping her tea. "I should give Hermione one of these to focus on during labor, to make the pains easier," Ginny said looking over at her friend while nodding her head and pursing her lips. Ginger sat up straight, "Hermione's expecting again?" Ginny smiled leafing through the remaining photographs of one of Hogwarts hottest Gryffindor keepers to ever grace the field, "Yes, isn't it wonderful." Ginger laughed with delight, "Yes that is wonderful news, you give her one of those photos and tell her it's an early present from Colin and I."
Two loud pops could be heard from the back room before Fred and George appeared through the doorway. "How was the meeting?" Ginny said setting the pictures down on the counter looking at her brothers. Before she thought about putting them away George snatched up the pictures quickly, "What have we here, a few honeymoon action shots?" George said wiggling his eyebrows at Ginger who snorted in disgust. "Blimey, what in the hell is this?" Fred looked mortified at the photo of Oliver. "Honestly Gin, if we thought Harry wasn't man enough for our sister we'd have never let you go down the aisle with him in the first place," George teased. "Oh shut it you," Ginny said snatching the photos back putting them in the envelope. "Does Harry know you're enjoying eye candy that doesn't belong to you?" said Fred looking highly amused, he jumped back laughing harder when Ginny backhanded his chest. "Our little sister, the pervert," said George dodging another swing coming from Ginny. "On that note, I need to get going I'm meeting Colin for dinner. Owl me later," Ginger said giving Ginny a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the door. "Caw! Ginger don't be kissing our sister like that, gives us the wrong ideas," said Fred chuckling as Ginger reached for the door handle. "And who says your ideas are wrong?" Ginger said giving both Fred and George a lingering glance from head to toe. Turning she gave Ginny an exaggerated wink before going out the door. Ginny laughed hard at the look of astoundment on her brother's faces. "Colin has his hands full with that one he does," said George with a shake of the head grinning wildly. "Taught her everything she knows," Ginny said proudly putting the last photo in the envelope before hoping down off of the chair. "Now if you two would excuse me, I'll be heading home to cook dinner for my husband," Ginny said making her way to the back office area to gather her cloak. "Uh, Gin?" Fred said as he and George followed her in the back. "Anything you wish to share with your favorite twin brothers?" said George, both with exact hopeful yet fearful expression on their faces. "Wouldn't you like to know," said Ginny smirking. "See you tomorrow," she said before stepping out the door to apparate home. Fred turned looking at his brother George, both a little amused and more stunned, "I think we created a monster we did," said Fred. " 'Choo ain't just whistling dixie," said George nodding his head, "Glad she's Harry's trouble now." George placed his hand over his heart as Fred saluted, "God bless him, he's gonna need it."
Ginny entered the front door hanging her cloak in the closet next to the entrance. Opening a drawer in the long foyer table she placed her wand and photo envelope in for safe keeping. Ginny stepped further into the great room looking at the grandfather clock, Ginny saw her hand settle into place pointing towards 'Home' where Harry's was already resting. "Harry?" Ginny called out. The smell of chicken wafted through her senses the further into the home she stepped. "In the kitchen!" she heard him call back. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of wonderful smelling food when Ginny entered. Harry stood at the stove stirring what appeared to be chicken stew. "Smells wonderful," Ginny said walking up beside Harry reaching up on her tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks," Harry said proudly leaning in to her kiss, "I got off work early so I thought I'd surprise you." Harry turned his head kissing her gently on the lips.
Replacing the lid on the pot he made his way over to the refrigerator. Harry pulled out a large metal mold, turning it over quickly onto a platter already sitting on the counter next to the fridge he kicked the fridge door shut. Ginny watched his back as he bent over carefully pulling the mold away from the platter. A large mound of red jello revealed itself under the metal form. Harry sat the mold onto the counter with a triumphant look on his face; the jello shimmered and wobbled as he moved the platter around. "Look!" He beamed with pride at his accomplishment. Had he been paying attention he would have noticed his wife slowly turning green. The bouncing and wiggling of the gelatinous blob brought a huge wave of nausea crashing over Ginny. She could feel the back of her jaw begin to tingle and she knew if she didn't get to a toilet soon she'd lose her lunch on the kitchen floor. Thankfully at that moment the stew decided to steam from under the pot's lid, "Shit!" Harry said rushing over to the stove. "Excuse me," Ginny said holding her hand over her mouth rushing out of the kitchen, Harry hadn't time to give her a passing glance in his hurry to remove the lid and fan the contents with a pot holder while trying to turn down the stove and grab a spoon to stir.
Ginny raced down the hall to the master bedroom which was furthest away from the kitchen on the same floor, keeping her hand firmly clamped over her mouth she crashed through the door of the master bath slamming it shut behind her. She barely made it in time throwing the lid of the commode up before she began to retch the contents of her stomach into the porcelain basin. When she was sure the next thing to exit her body would be her intestines she finally stopped. Sitting back on her heels Ginny ran the back of her hand across her mouth standing up flushing the toilet. She went to the sink washing her hands before grabbing a tooth brush and paste. She stared hard at her reflection splashing water over her face and blotting it dry with a hand towel. Her appearance seemed normal enough aside from the slight flush of her cheeks. She was thankful Harry hadn't noticed her actions earlier or it might have spoiled her plans for telling him. Taking one last glance in the mirror she smoothed out a lock of light auburn hair before turning to leave. Reaching the kitchen entrance she saw no sign of the jello mold which Harry must have put back in the refrigerator until later. Harry was placing a soup terrain on to a set table smiling when he noticed her return. Ginny fixed a smile on her face, hoping to the all might Gods that she wouldn't have a repeat reaction later at dessert. In her mind, Friday wouldn't come soon enough.
Ginny apparated the next morning to the back of WWW opening the door and entering. Fred sat at the desk going over papers, "Good morning runt," he said looking up. "Morning to you too bane of my existence," Ginny teased, "George at the Diagon Alley branch this morning?" she asked hanging her cloak on a wall peg. "Yes we have a meeting later today on the preparations for the Berlin branch," Fred said watching as Ginny made her way to sit at George's empty office chair. As soon as she sat down the chair seat began to vibrate and goosed her on the bottom. Ginny screamed jumping back up quickly grabbing her rump with a hand looking down at the chair. Fred broke out laughing, "Goosy chairs," he said. "You do know those could be taken the wrong way," Ginny said crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Yeah," Fred chuckled, "The work place would never be the same again." Ginny snorted, "You'd have women happy to have a desk job, that's for sure." Fred stood up grabbing his cloak, "I have to meet George and Lee before we go to our Gringotts meeting, do you think you could stay a bit later today? Dennis needed the day off," said Fred grabbing a folder off of his desk. "That won't be a problem, but I have an errand to run at lunch so I'll be closing the shop to do it," said Ginny. She had been working for the twins since she left Hogwarts. It wasn't for lack of ability elsewhere; her OWL and NEWT levels could rival Hermione's. Ginny just enjoyed working at the shop, meeting the customers and the Hogwarts students when they came for their visits. The Weasley name was still infamous after all these years out of Hogwarts. Professor Flitwick's shrine to the twins stood to this day, a roped off bit of swamp they had flooded the school with in their final year.
Noon arrived without incident. Ginny locked the front of the shop pulling her cloak tighter around herself against the cold breeze. The sky was looking grim with the threat of snow soon. Making her way down the street she smiled and nodded politely to passerbys. First on her list was the office of local healer Nynaeve Mandragoran. The large outer office was airy and light from many windows, herbs hung along the edge of the ceiling and shelves of bottled ingredients lined the wall behind the tall counter. A woman with a smooth face and perfect skin stood behind the tall counter, she had long black hair that hung to her waist, it was impossible for Ginny to guess her age. She greeted Ginny with a polite smile, "Hello how can I help you?" Ginny glanced around the outer office, "Hello, yes, I would like to make an appointment." The receptionist flipped through her ledger, "How soon would you like to see the healer?" the receptionist asked. "No rush," Ginny answered reading the label on a bottle on the shelf behind the receptionist twisting her wedding band around her finger with her thumb. "That is a bit of a help for us, we've been flooded with patients lately due to a nasty cold going around. If it wasn't for the fact that we're about to break for lunch this place would be crowded," the receptionist nodded her head to the empty waiting room. The lady straightened the yellow shawl that hung over her shoulders turning another page of the book. "Ok, this is Tuesday," mumbled the receptionist, "Would Friday at this time be ok?" she said looking back up at Ginny. "We could squeeze you in right before lunch if you'd like. Otherwise we won't have an opening until next Friday." The friendly receptions gave an apologetic look. "This Friday would be lovely," Ginny smiled at the receptionist letting her know it was fine. "Wonderful, my name is Ananda," she said reaching her hand across the counter. Ginny took Ananda's hand and gently shook it, "Ginny, Ginny Potter." Ananda took up a quill after releasing Ginny's hand and dipped it in the ink well on the counter, "Mrs. Potter is it?" she asked glancing at Ginny's wedding band. "Yes, Mrs." said Ginny smiling to herself. She still marveled two years later that she was married to the man of her dreams. "All right then Mrs. Potter, we'll see you back here on Friday," Ananda said blowing on the ink to dry. "Thank you, have a nice lunch," Ginny said over her shoulder making her way to the front door. "You too," Ananda called out with a small wave before closing the ledger.
Ginny stepped out of the healer's office and continued a few blocks down to the local clock shop which held a large wooden sign above the door, Tinker Time - Jac al'Seen proprietor. Stepping inside bells chimed from above her. Clocks of all various sizes and shapes greeted her, each ticking softly. Many had plain faces and numbers that resembled muggle clocks. Others had phrases such as, Lunch, Dinner, Bath and Bedtime. From the back Ginny heard someone call out, "Can I help you?" Stepping out from a swinging door at the back of the shop a stocky man with square shoulders emerged, what hair the man had left on his balding head was dark grey. "Mr. al'Seen," Ginny said stepping further into the shop holding out her hand. "Ahh, Mrs. Potter, please call me Jac," he said taking her hand into both of his. "Only if you call me Ginny," she said giving him a charming smile. "It would be my honor, Ginny. So what can I do for you today?" Jac said giving her hand a final affectionate squeeze before releasing it. "If I remember correctly it was a few months after your wedding, not quiet two years ago I believe, you and Mr. Potter were in my shop purchasing a grandfather clock," Jac said moving back behind a long glass display case. "I am looking to order more hands for our clock," Ginny said looking down into the display case at the many pocket watches and clock dials. "Alright then," Jac said moving further up the case to a multitude of hands to choose from. "This here is examples of our work, you can choose an exact from below or we can make to your specifications, each piece is hand crafted on site and unique in it's own right," Jac said turning around searching through the many leather bound books that lined shelves behind him. Ginny bent lower looking over the beautiful clock pieces. "Ah here we go," Jac said pulling a book from the shelf and turning around to set it on the case between them. Ginny looked up curiously at the book he was opening. "P, P. . . Patil. . . Pippin. . . Potter! Here it is, Harry and Ginny Potter. Lovely clock you chose, one of the finest we ever had the pleasure to craft," Jac al'Seen smiled with pride. "Does it list the hands?" Ginny asked peering at the page. "Let me see," Jac said skimming down the paragraph, "Yes it does, knew it was in there just had to look at bit," he said chuckling to himself. "Right then, is this what you would like?" Jac asked pulling out an order form. "Yes please," Ginny said reaching up to finger her pendant. "We'll have this ready for you, oh. . . say the end of the week?" Jac asked while scratching out the order with his quill. "That would be wonderful Mr. al'Seen," said Ginny. The clock maker looked up from his writing giving her a patient grandfatherly smile, "Jac please." Ginny smiled giving him a quick wink, "Yes Jac, I'll see you at the end of the week."
The rest of the day was spent quietly tending to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Since it was the middle of the week business was always slow. A little before closing the bell over the door chimed alerting Ginny that someone had entered. She put down the muggle novel she was reading titled, Eye of the World, to look up. "Ginger!" Ginny cried out seeing her friend walk in. "Ginny I was hoping to catch you here today," Ginger said striding over and embracing her friend who had came rushing out from around the counter. "When did you get back?" Ginny asked pulling out of the hug and holding Ginger at arms length to look her up and down. "Just this morning, Colin had to go into the office to turn in the photos he shot," said Ginger. "Three whole months, how could you stand it?" Ginny asked pulling her friend to sit on the tall chairs behind the counter. "It wasn't that bad touring with the various Quidditch teams so Colin could get publicity shots for the paper," said Ginger shrugging, "I got to see plenty of the country side." Ginny had walked to the back room as soon as Ginger was seated and was quickly magicing a tea for two with her wand listening to Ginger talk. Ginny snorted loudly carrying the tea service back to the counter top setting it down, "Country side, is that what they are calling it now a'days?" she said quirking an eyebrow. Ginger grinned naughtily holding the back of her hand up in front of Ginny wiggling her fingers to flash her bridal set, "Honestly Ginny I'm a married woman I could never even think of looking at another man." Ginny choked on her tea spluttering. "Liar," she said dabbing her lips with a napkin hiding an evil grin. Ginger's face broke out into just an evil a smile, "Just don't tell Colin I was admiring more than the broomsticks on some of those luscious men," Ginger said in a conspiritual tone. "Oh please, like Colin didn't appreciate the female players on the team and how well they flew?" said Ginny smirking. "Oh I'm sure he did!" Ginger laughed. "Well?" said Ginny waiting.
Ginger smiled knowing exactly what her friend was thinking, reaching into her pocket Ginger pulled out a thick envelope setting it on the counter. Ginny eyed Ginger before reaching over opening the envelope and removing several photographs. There stood a handsome man giving a roughish grin to the camera before mounting his broom. "Oh lord girlfriend, he just gets finer with age," Ginny said turning to look at the next photograph. The second shot revealed the man in knee high black boots, tight quidditch riding pants enhancing his muscular thighs and the standard tank shirt worn beneath the uniform shirt and robe. He was knelt on one knee facing the right of the photo putting a quaffle back in the box, the sun shown down on his tanned back as the beads of sweat on his body reflected the light. Straightening up he tossed his head trying to move the bangs of brown hair that fell into his eyes. It was apparent the subject did not know he was being photographed at the time by his completely relaxed state. Ginny gave a low whistle, "Damn, Oliver just toolicious." Ginger nodded, "Wood was really great about letting Colin shoot him while we were with his team. Still one of Europe's most eligible wizard bachelors says Witch Weekly," Ginger said leaning against the back of the chair sipping her tea. "I should give Hermione one of these to focus on during labor, to make the pains easier," Ginny said looking over at her friend while nodding her head and pursing her lips. Ginger sat up straight, "Hermione's expecting again?" Ginny smiled leafing through the remaining photographs of one of Hogwarts hottest Gryffindor keepers to ever grace the field, "Yes, isn't it wonderful." Ginger laughed with delight, "Yes that is wonderful news, you give her one of those photos and tell her it's an early present from Colin and I."
Two loud pops could be heard from the back room before Fred and George appeared through the doorway. "How was the meeting?" Ginny said setting the pictures down on the counter looking at her brothers. Before she thought about putting them away George snatched up the pictures quickly, "What have we here, a few honeymoon action shots?" George said wiggling his eyebrows at Ginger who snorted in disgust. "Blimey, what in the hell is this?" Fred looked mortified at the photo of Oliver. "Honestly Gin, if we thought Harry wasn't man enough for our sister we'd have never let you go down the aisle with him in the first place," George teased. "Oh shut it you," Ginny said snatching the photos back putting them in the envelope. "Does Harry know you're enjoying eye candy that doesn't belong to you?" said Fred looking highly amused, he jumped back laughing harder when Ginny backhanded his chest. "Our little sister, the pervert," said George dodging another swing coming from Ginny. "On that note, I need to get going I'm meeting Colin for dinner. Owl me later," Ginger said giving Ginny a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the door. "Caw! Ginger don't be kissing our sister like that, gives us the wrong ideas," said Fred chuckling as Ginger reached for the door handle. "And who says your ideas are wrong?" Ginger said giving both Fred and George a lingering glance from head to toe. Turning she gave Ginny an exaggerated wink before going out the door. Ginny laughed hard at the look of astoundment on her brother's faces. "Colin has his hands full with that one he does," said George with a shake of the head grinning wildly. "Taught her everything she knows," Ginny said proudly putting the last photo in the envelope before hoping down off of the chair. "Now if you two would excuse me, I'll be heading home to cook dinner for my husband," Ginny said making her way to the back office area to gather her cloak. "Uh, Gin?" Fred said as he and George followed her in the back. "Anything you wish to share with your favorite twin brothers?" said George, both with exact hopeful yet fearful expression on their faces. "Wouldn't you like to know," said Ginny smirking. "See you tomorrow," she said before stepping out the door to apparate home. Fred turned looking at his brother George, both a little amused and more stunned, "I think we created a monster we did," said Fred. " 'Choo ain't just whistling dixie," said George nodding his head, "Glad she's Harry's trouble now." George placed his hand over his heart as Fred saluted, "God bless him, he's gonna need it."
Ginny entered the front door hanging her cloak in the closet next to the entrance. Opening a drawer in the long foyer table she placed her wand and photo envelope in for safe keeping. Ginny stepped further into the great room looking at the grandfather clock, Ginny saw her hand settle into place pointing towards 'Home' where Harry's was already resting. "Harry?" Ginny called out. The smell of chicken wafted through her senses the further into the home she stepped. "In the kitchen!" she heard him call back. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of wonderful smelling food when Ginny entered. Harry stood at the stove stirring what appeared to be chicken stew. "Smells wonderful," Ginny said walking up beside Harry reaching up on her tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks," Harry said proudly leaning in to her kiss, "I got off work early so I thought I'd surprise you." Harry turned his head kissing her gently on the lips.
Replacing the lid on the pot he made his way over to the refrigerator. Harry pulled out a large metal mold, turning it over quickly onto a platter already sitting on the counter next to the fridge he kicked the fridge door shut. Ginny watched his back as he bent over carefully pulling the mold away from the platter. A large mound of red jello revealed itself under the metal form. Harry sat the mold onto the counter with a triumphant look on his face; the jello shimmered and wobbled as he moved the platter around. "Look!" He beamed with pride at his accomplishment. Had he been paying attention he would have noticed his wife slowly turning green. The bouncing and wiggling of the gelatinous blob brought a huge wave of nausea crashing over Ginny. She could feel the back of her jaw begin to tingle and she knew if she didn't get to a toilet soon she'd lose her lunch on the kitchen floor. Thankfully at that moment the stew decided to steam from under the pot's lid, "Shit!" Harry said rushing over to the stove. "Excuse me," Ginny said holding her hand over her mouth rushing out of the kitchen, Harry hadn't time to give her a passing glance in his hurry to remove the lid and fan the contents with a pot holder while trying to turn down the stove and grab a spoon to stir.
Ginny raced down the hall to the master bedroom which was furthest away from the kitchen on the same floor, keeping her hand firmly clamped over her mouth she crashed through the door of the master bath slamming it shut behind her. She barely made it in time throwing the lid of the commode up before she began to retch the contents of her stomach into the porcelain basin. When she was sure the next thing to exit her body would be her intestines she finally stopped. Sitting back on her heels Ginny ran the back of her hand across her mouth standing up flushing the toilet. She went to the sink washing her hands before grabbing a tooth brush and paste. She stared hard at her reflection splashing water over her face and blotting it dry with a hand towel. Her appearance seemed normal enough aside from the slight flush of her cheeks. She was thankful Harry hadn't noticed her actions earlier or it might have spoiled her plans for telling him. Taking one last glance in the mirror she smoothed out a lock of light auburn hair before turning to leave. Reaching the kitchen entrance she saw no sign of the jello mold which Harry must have put back in the refrigerator until later. Harry was placing a soup terrain on to a set table smiling when he noticed her return. Ginny fixed a smile on her face, hoping to the all might Gods that she wouldn't have a repeat reaction later at dessert. In her mind, Friday wouldn't come soon enough.