His Sunshine ↠ 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺

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Daily Prophet

Harry James Potter was sitting in office, doing nothing but searching for some excuse to get out of that boring place. He was playing with his wand and wondering what his wife must be doing. Quidditch, of course. He thought.
Suddenly he heard voices and bang. His door was opened.
"Ask those filthy nutcrackers to keep their hands off me.", said his wife.
"She is my wife, Auror Robins.", Harry said and chuckled. "What brings you here, darling?"
"Don't 'darling' me, Potter!", she said.
"O-okay. So? How are y--"
"How dare she?", Ginny yelled and sat in Harry's chair. No one but she can take anything from me. Making the head auror stand. He thought and chuckled. Ginny glared at him.
"What's so funny, Potter?", she asked.
Harry keeled in front of her and took her hands in his.
"Who did what to my beautiful wife?", he asked her in a very loving voice.
"That foul women!", she said angrily.
"Gin, ca--"
"Don't.", she hissed.
He sighed, no one can win her, at least not the defeater of the dark lord can.
"What happened, Gin?", he asked.
"Have you read the daily prophet?", she asked.
"Um, no. Why?", he asked.
She gave him the newspaper. The first page said..
Round twelve-year old glasses
By Rita Steeker.

"Oh man.", he said and Ginny glared.
"That damn women said that you don't have fashion sense!", she said.
Harry gulped, "Don't listen to her. My glasses are perfectly fashionable, Gin."
"Oh, hush, nerd!"

Harry tried his best to convenience Ginny and himself that his twelve-year old round glasses were perfectly fashionable. 

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Dedicated to GinnyWeasleyRules