3: Health Advice
'Sex?' the Healer spluttered. 'Mr Potter, you're one hundred. You should not be doing anything strenuous.'
'It hasn't done us much harm over the past eighty years,' Ginny observed.
'James turned my hair grey, remember,' wheezed Harry.
'He eventually grew up enough to become Minister,' said Ginny. She caught her husband's eye and winked mischievously; Harry immediately knew what was coming. 'But, perhaps the Healer's right; I'm not enjoying sex so much these days, Harry.'
'Since when?' Harry tried to sound surprised.
'Twice last night, and again this morning,' said Ginny.
They laughed at the Healer's embarrassed and astonished expression.