Deputy Auror Potter - Harry/Ginny
Ginny Weasley was pregnant. She was the kind of pregnant where acquaintances who hadn’t seen her for seven months would say, with far too much confidence and clearly no self-preservation, “Wow, you’re really showing, aren’t you? Maybe it’s twins!” Harry had, of his own volition and without informing anyone, created a silent blocking spell that worked on anything from Bat-bogey hexes to Jelly-legged jinxes. He found out too late that it didn’t work for a punch to the face. Ginny also learnt too late that there was no law allowing heavily pregnant women to assault whom ever they wanted. Both regretted not researching these vital pieces of information before attending a social event where Draco Malfoy would have center stage to say and do whatever he wanted.
Ginny slumps back in her seat and rests her hands on her stomach, smoothing out her shirt and avoiding the eye contact of the dark haired wizard across the desk. Harry raises his eyebrows an infinitesimal amount at her before pushing his glasses through his already messed up hair to the top of his head and squeezing the bridge of his nose. His sigh is too loud for his cramped office space. He picks up the paper in front of him, pulls his glasses back down to his nose and studies it before sighing again. Ginny tries to fight a smirk as she gives her own loud and overdramatised sigh.
“He’s pressing charges.” Harry says, sounding exhausted. Ginny smiles sweetly before replying.
“Bastard.” Harry’s eyes meet hers and sparkle with mischief for a moment before he returns his attention to the form in front of him.
“Illegitimate or not, he’s asking for either 200 galleons for physical and emotional damages,” Ginny scoffs. “Or a public apology at The Leaky Cauldron tomorrow night specifically using the phrase,” Harry sighs once more, looking up at his wife and then back to the paper, “You were right you sexy, sexy wizard who I adore more than my own idiot husband. Weasels are just ginger Ferrets.” Ginny is silent for a moment and then smooths out more, non-existent, creases in her shirt. Making sure to adjust its fitting around her chest and waiting for Harry’s eyes to focus on these movements she replies calmly:
“Well, I’d say now is as good a time as any to dig into that Potter fortune.” Harry’s eyes flick up from her chest a little guiltily before he raises an eyebrow at her. She continues smugly, “I knew I’d married you for a reason.”
“I thought it was more of a fame than a riches thing.” Ginny laughs at him pointedly and he frowns. She attempts to sit up, wincing a little bit.
“He’s not really going to press charges is he?”
“I mean he has the motivation, witnesses and the resources to follow through but it’s unlikely. He has too much on his plate already. He’s just messing with us because he’s missing Hermione.”
“Why are we in your office then? You sent Aurors to collect me into Ministry custody.” Harry smiles eagerly and spreads his arms.
“I wanted to show you my new office! Isn’t it cool?” His eyes light up with genuine excitement and Ginny smiles weakly and nods a little.
“This one even has a window. That’s nice, dear.” Ginny is calmly furious but Potter doesn’t notice. Harry turns to face the tiny window, smaller than the Auror Certification Award beside it, and jumps out of his chair to peek through it. Ginny stretches her arms out, drops them onto the arms of her chair and pushes herself out of it. Harry laughs at something out of the window and Ginny lets out a sigh that rivals his own. She mumbles under her breath as she pulls her bag off the table and onto her shoulder.
“Missed out on a birthing class for this. Fucking Potty and that blonde, pointy nosed…” She trails off as Harry kisses her cheek and forehead before leading her to the door. He opens it and she smiles up at him until he points eagerly at the label on the door, wriggling his eyebrows. It reads Harry Potter, Deputy Auror. Ginny’s smile drops and then lifts again as she points to a post-it note stuck below it. Hairy Potty, the boy who lived, died, lived again and still can’t seem to pay me back for a Butterbeer.
“Fucking Thomas” Harry pulls the post-it off and goes to put it in his pocket but Ginny grabs it from him and grins wickedly as she puts it in her bag. “I’ll pay you back for the beer when you stop talking about kissing my wife!” Harry shouts into the bullpen office outside his door. Dean Thomas’s face appears over the laughing heads bent over desks and he winks at Ginny, ducking back down at Harry’s glare. Ginny presses a kiss to Harry’s lips and he stops frowning to return it.
“Love you, Deputy Auror Potter.” He grins at her and his chest puffs out slightly with pride. Ginny leaves the office and grins back at him before spreading her arms out and announcing, like some kind of muggle TV presenter,
“Dean Thomas! It is your baby!” Dean laughs loudly from his desk and a few aurors around him clap mockingly, one whistling loudly between her fingers. Ginny waves at Harry again before making her way to the corridor and the moment she’s out of sight Harry’s grin turns deathly serious.
“Auror Thomas! My office. Now.” Dean stands up straight and tries to put a frown on his face, failing as his peers applaud him to the front. Harry stands out the way of the door and nods for him to go in.
“Wow. Nice office Harry.”