4. A Child's Curiosity

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I should never think

What's in your heart

What's in our home

So I won't

Never think; Robert Pattison

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"Of course it is happening in your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

- Albus Dumbledore; Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
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Harry hadn't heard from Hermione ever since that day she interrogated Thorfinn Rowle. It has been two weeks after she disappeared from his life again and it left him jumbled in the mind. He was used to having to wait another period of time until he spoke to her again but with the unfortunate comments and disrespectful behavior from their suspect, he could not stop worrying over her wellbeing. He knew that no matter how expressionless she may look on the outside, she was still fairly sensitive about her blood status being spat on disgustingly like Thorfinn did.

Mudblood.

Harry grimaced at the word. His insides constricted and twisted uncomfortably as images of that day flashed in his mind. He had cancelled his interrogation session with Thorfinn and rescheduled for another available date afterwards in an attempt to search for Hermione and comfort her but she was nowhere to be seen later on. He figured that she would want to be alone in the meantime or maybe Ron could consult with her about her troubles in her job since he is her husband. Perhaps even young Hugo could try to distract his mother with his endless talkative personality and have her smiling with his lasting stories of irrelevant subjects.

Harry did not care what they did as long as it made her forget about that day and have her smiling the next time he sees her again.

During the weeks, Ginny had been enthusiastic about her dominating interviews with the famous worldwide Quidditch athletes and the uproar of her many articles in the Daily Prophet. The editor-in-chief had arranged a celebration for the successful numerous sales rating riding up in the charts in the name of Ginny's articles capturing the attention of their many readers and it was mandatory of her to make her appearance as she is the honorable guest of the whole occasion. She was pleased to have such a kind gesture from her own boss but Harry, however, was reluctant to arrive the scene.

"It's an important event," Ginny tried to reason with him. She was sitting at her vanity, the dim lighting of the bedroom casting a faint glow over the pale skin of her hands as she applied a basic coat of nail polish. She was wearing a silky beige nightgown that ended mid-thigh with beautiful designs sewed elegantly on the hem and around her collarbone. Her fiery red hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, revealing the seductive hairline on the nape of her pale neck. She looked like a model advertising for the latest nightwear.

Harry sighed as he slipped his sweatpants on and then rubbed his towel slightly wet towel over the moist skin of his shoulders. He had gotten home not too long ago when Ginny announced about the celebration and was recently refreshed from a cold shower by the time she brought the subject again. He knew that he would not be able to have any sleep tonight until his conversation with his wife was concluded with his decision on her plans with the Daily Prophet staff. Although, he hardly doubted he'd have any sleep tonight like the previous nights – his mind would still be racing about Hermione.

"I understand that, darling, truly," he said, his voice soft and smooth as velvet. "But you know how I am when it comes to the Daily Prophet. If you don't remember, I have a long line of history with those people."

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