Chapter 1 : Peanut Butter Jelly Time
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Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!! JKR is a wonderful person for providing us with Harry, Ginny, and their kids, so don’t give me credit for anything but the plot.
Ginny walked into Harry’s flat with a scowl on her face.
“Hey honey. God, what’s the matter with you?” Harry asked when he saw the expression on her face. He approached her with caution, aware that if he made the wrong move, he would likely face the wrath of the well-known Weasley temper.
“I just had a terrible day. First, at practice, Gwenog told me that the new girl, Cassie, took my starting spot! She said it was just a chance to ‘improve my play and work harder’ whatever that means,” she growled, “THEN, as I was coming out of the locker room, the press mobbed me and kept asking me about our engagement, I swear, they’re all bloody little-“
But Ginny didn’t get a chance to tell Harry what the reporters were because he had captured her midsentence in a deep kiss.
“I know exactly what you need…” he said.
“No, Harry. Shagging, however pleasant the idea is, will not lift this rotten mood. Nothing will,” she said, and slumped down onto the couch.
“I beg to differ. Follow me,” he said, leading her into the kitchen. “I know we have some bread, do we have any peanut butter? Oh, and jam, preferably grape,” he said, rooting through the cupboards.
“I don’t know about peanut butter, but I think we have some strawberry jam,” she said, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Ha! Found it! Good, well now we have all the ingredients. First, the bread, it’s better if it’s toasted…” he drifted off, looking for the bread.
“Here, I got it,” said Ginny, taking out her wand to summon it.
“No, no wands. Trust me it’s better when you do it manually,” he said, still looking for the bread.
“Am I allowed to ask what is so important to do without magic? The bread is right here, how did you not know that?” she said, getting annoyed at his secrecy.
“Okay. Have you ever had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” he asked, getting out a spreading knife.
“A few times, but Mum seemed to think against it. Not healthy enough for her, apparently,” she responded, wondering why on Earth he thought a sandwich would change the way she felt right now.
“Well, we’re going to make some. Trust me on this one, Gin. It’ll work,” he said, the tone of his voice in the last few words melting her heart. She loved it when he got in his whole caring, sincere mode.
“Now, first we toast the bread, ‘cause it tastes way better when it has the slightly crunchy outside,” he said, putting the two slices of bread in the toaster. He insisted on having the basic muggle appliances, to show how much the wizarding world has changed since Voldemort’s reign.
Once the bread popped up, he put another two slices in and turned to Ginny. “Now you can put on the peanut butter, and I’ll spread the jam,” he said, grabbing the knife and taking a big scoop of jam out of the jar. Ginny looked somewhat lost, having learned only to prepare food by the most part my magic. She mimicked his style and put the knife in the peanut butter jar and took out a large portion of the stuff.
“Not so much!” exclaimed Harry, looking over his shoulder to see how she was doing, “you don’t want the two to be unbalanced.”
“Fine,” she growled, and put some of the peanut butter back into the jar. Harry smiled at her frustration with what he considered a simple task.
When both were done with their spreading, Harry showed her how to put the slices together, and took the slices of bread that had just popped out of the toaster.
“Your turn” he said, and laughed at the sudden expression of helplessness on her face. “It’s not that hard!”
“So you say! I didn’t grow up with muggles!” she whined. He had a hard time understanding what the big deal was. It’s not like it was for him. When he was introduced to the magical world, he had to learn how to do magic, not something as simple as sandwiches.
“Okay,” she said, apprehensively. She took the knife and scooped out a huge amount of jam. Harry was about to say something, but decided against it and held back the words that were about to come out. Ginny noticed this and scowled and put some of the jam back into the jar. She continued making the sandwich, while Harry didn’t say a word.
“There,” she said, after a few minute’s work, “how’s that?” She was rather pleased with herself.
“Wow! Perfect!” said Harry, somewhat surprised, “Just like you.”
“Oh, God, don’t get all mushy-gushy on me,” she said, leaning in to him.
“So, how do you feel now?” asked Harry.
“Hey, I almost forgot I was supposed to be in a bad mood! That did work!” she said with a big grin on her face.
“Doing it manually has a much better feeling than doing it by wand, doesn’t it?” he asked, returning her grin.
“Yeah…” she said, drifting off a little.
“So, I’m full. I don’t know about you, but I think it’s a bit early to be having dinner, especially after our little snack. What do you want to do?” Harry asked.
“Well, I’m still in a bit of a bad mood… what was that thing you offered when I first got home?” she asked, with a naughty look on her face.
“You mean this?” Harry responded, and with that he swept her off her feet and kissed her passionately while carrying her into the bedroom.
Lily Potter walked away from platform 9 ¾ with her parents, wiping her tears away from her face.
“It’s not fair! Why can’t I go?” she whined for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“You know why,” said Ginny with her usual response, “You’re not old enough. You can go next year.”
“Besides,” added Harry, “you’ll be able to see James and Albus soon. Christmas isn’t that far away.”
“I guess so. But nothing can make me feel better right now. My day is ruined!” said Lily.
“You really think so?” asked Ginny. Lily nodded without even thinking.
“You know what Harry?” she said loud enough for Lily to hear, “I think I see some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in our future.”
A/N: I wrote this a while ago, and am now updating it and making slight changes. It's always fun to go back and read what you wrote years ago, when you were a completely different writer... Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, and I would love it if you left a review!
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