Author's Note:

Hey! I like the idea of Ginny doing something like this, even though it may be a bit OOC. I think that I was just thinking about how she came to terms with the whole Harry/Cho thing. I'm really sorry about the delay, but school is winding down now, and I should be freer to write over the summer. I'll have plenty of new material, due to the ridiculous amount of family time that I will be spending with my ridiculously large amount of cousins. And do me a favour, and please leave a review telling me what you think. Feedback is always lovely! Here we go…

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Chapter 6

…you never, ever, write a fake letter to Cho Chang.

I was thinking the other day about the Triwizard Tournament. Harry was telling the kids about how he had to fly around the Hungarian Horntail, and then that led to me thinking about Cedric (because Harry would never mention that to our children). And Cedric leads right back to Cho Chang.

You see, I seem to have a bit of a problem with her. I know that technically I can't be mad at her for dating Harry. I mean, at the time, I was dating Michael. Even though that was only to stop thinking about Harry. But whatever. Not the point.

Because the issue with Cho is that she was the one that Harry shared his first kiss with. And sometimes, this bothers me immensely, and I can just see her smug little face.

So the day after that, when Harry was at work, James and Albus were over at Hermione and Ron's, and Lily was napping, I wrote a letter to Cho. Which I was never going to deliver, of course.

Dear Ms. Chang,

It has come to my attention lately that I seem to be having a bit of a disagreement with you, even though you have moved to America and married a random Muggle. The image of your face taunts me in my sleep and I cannot help but think that you are going to come back to England to steal my husband. Who just so happens to be Harry Potter. And, we have three children together.

Why, might you ask, would I think this? The answer, Ms. Chang, is that you were Harry's first girlfriend, and I believe that you may think that you have a special "claim" on him. Kindly do not continue to live under this delusion. He is mine and always will be.

The fact that you were also his first kiss adds some complications to this whole business. Because, you see, I am his wife and the mother of his children. You, on the other hand, just had a short relationship that you ended because you were jealous of his best friend, who was so totally and obviously in love with my dear brother Ronald at the time. And while you did date, I always knew that we would end up married, so I do consider his kiss with you null and void. Additionally, you moved on pretty quickly from Harry with Michael Corner. Therefore, if you would like to ruin a different marriage, please ruin his and not ours.

Best Regards,

Ginny Potter

Harry came home soon after that, and the house went berserk. James and Albus had come home by this point, and the house was in literal chaos as three kids ran (or toddled in Lily's case) around Harry.

Things settled down after that, and while I was making dinner, Harry ambled into the kitchen holding a piece of parchment that he was reading amusedly.

"What's that dear?" I asked, while I absentmindedly stirred the stew.

Harry came over and wrapped his arms around me. "Why don't you answer that question?" He asked.

As I peered at the paper and caught a glimpse of a few words, the cold feelings of dread began in my stomach. I turned away from the stove very slowly.

"Where did you get that?" I asked.

"You left it on your desk. Now, would you mind explaining what made you write this letter?" he asked, grinning cheekily.

I blushed to the very roots of my hair. "I dunno. I was just bored, I suppose."

"You really shouldn't be mad at Cho. If I remember correctly, you were very much taken with Michael Corner at the time," Harry said.

"Right, well, may I please see that letter then?" I asked. Her handed it to me and I grabbed my wand and quickly burned it, letting the ash drift down to the kitchen floor.

"You know, if your insane logic applies to me, then all of those kisses that you had with not just Michael, but Dean as well, are 'null and void'," Harry said, smirking.

"What can we do to fix that?" I asked, my eyes widening.

Harry just smirked and leaned in. Right when we were about to kiss, a rather large explosion was heard behind us. I felt something wet hit the back of my head, and opened my eyes to see that Harry had a rather ugly splatter of stew on the side of his face. He took off his glasses to clean them, and then we surveyed the kitchen together.

While we had been talking, the stew had overheated and then somehow exploded, which I suspected was the work of James, whom had most likely gotten a new pranking apparatus the last time he saw George. There was now stew all over the stove, and over us as well.

The children ran into the room, skidding on the stew (which had also gotten on the floor).

"Wicked," breathed James as he surveyed the damage that he had done.

Lily gurgled and tried to lick some stew off the floor, while Albus just looked shell-shocked.

"Right. Well, I'll clean this up, and then Daddy and I will change our clothes, and I'll restart dinner again. How does that sound?" I asked.

"I'm hungry, Mummy!" Albus said, and Lily squeaked in agreement.

"How about we go out to dinner instead?" Harry asked. There were general shouts of agreement to this proposal, and we soon found ourselves in a nearby restaurant.

Needless to say, the next time we went to the Burrow, Mum was very enterained by James's story about the time that Mummy and Daddy kissed and dinner exploded.

The lesson of the day is: In my house, you never, ever, write a fake letter to Cho Chang.