Chapter 8: Never Give the Woman the Money

Recap: Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron

YAY! You're back!! I had long, somewhat provocative talks with Harry. It was fun, but there was no arguing.

Provocative in what way?

Yeah, Harry? –glares-

Errr…

In the same way you two are yet more, well in Harry's case mostly and mine somewhat, sex-deprived.

I'm glad to hear you're deprived.

Oh, Ronald. Leave them alone.

Yeah Ronald.

Stop calling me "Ronald". There are only certain times that's allowed.

Whatever you say, ickle Ronny-poo.

-to Ron- You just had to say it, didn't you? –to Ginny- You are just provocative.

No, I'm not…much.

Suuuuure… well…we had fun on our honeymoon, in case you wanted to know.

I didn't.

Of course not.

Thanks for your concern.

It's my job.

If it helps, I was worried.

Thanks, Harry.

His worryness doesn't count, he's worried all the time.

Well, we love Harry more.

No, you don't, and Harry loves me more. Or he better…

I love you more…in a different way.

More romantically and of course, as your best friend, right?

Errrr…

-watches-

…of course, Gin.

Moving on, Gin…where's that present for a friend?

What present?

The one you needed Harry's money for.

Oh, there was no present, I wanted a new Wicked Witches t-shirt.

-shakes head- I told you not to give Ginny the money. Never give the woman the money.

WHAT?! WHAT WAS THAT? –begins to bicker with her new, stupid husband-

You don't believe that, right Harry?

No, I don't. Anyway, we have enough money to spend on t-shirts.

So do we.

-is silent-

Since when? Last time I heard, you were complaining about how little money had.

-is also wisely silent-

-is timid- Last night, after we got back…err…I was given a very generous offer from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to be an attorney.

Cool, I guess…

But how exactly did you get rich so fast? They didn't pay you to hire you, did they?

Well, I was going to go into the Auror department, hence why I'm in this class. So when they asked, I said told them that. For some reason, they were disappointed, and they offered me generous compensation. I told them I'd think about it.

How much?

That's for us to know and you never to find out.

Okay…But you know I won't rest until I find out.

You do that.

Well, I think you'll be a great attorney, 'Mione.

Thank you. I thought so too. It suits me.

You can definitely make a point.

What is that supposed to mean?

-is evasive- Absolutely nothing.

I think I'll probably play Quidditch. Holyhead Harpies, hopefully.

No…

Yes.

No.

If you want to keep me, yes.

If you want to live, no.

Why wouldn't I live?

-gives Harry death glare-

No, Mum'll kill Ginny.

Well, keep in mind that Harry's always been her dream child…and she'd angry because you made her sweet, innocent angel cry.

Sweet and innocent, my arse.

A/N: Alright. I have some bad-ish news. Considering that the Hogwarts school year, and my school year is closing up, this fic will probably have only two more chapters after this. Good news, there will most likely be a sequel.

Bad-ish news, again: This sequel will be much more sporadically updated, as my Ginny is moving schools, and we always write this during Geometry. So, there will be much less updating. Sowwy.