Irrational [H\G After Hogwarts]: 1 - Yellow Curses

"I am NOT on bed rest! Not now, not ever! I refuse to stay at home!" Ginny Potter shrieked at her husband. "They need me at the Department, everything will go to bits and pieces if I'm not there, and I just got it all sorted out!"
"No, Dear, what they need is for you to not make yourself ill in the last month of your pregnancy so you can go back to work healthy. The Department will be fine without you. You're scaring the new employees, and you're about to pop. You need to relax."
"See, that's where you're wrong. I'm about to have a baby - your baby - you miserable git. Not pop. I'll make you think pop! What on earth is wrong with you, telling a pregnant woman she looks like she's about to pop? You are the most insensitive bastard I've ever had the misfortune to meet!"
Harry was suddenly grateful that he was still in good shape, because he found himself ducking a barrage of hexes and curses his wife was firing off faster than he could even think. And he was sure that last one had been a modified severing charm. Harry winced; getting hit with that would be severely unpleasant. Now, he could have easily disarmed her, or even set up a shield spell around himself, but Harry had learned early on that neither of those options helped diffuse the situation. Any. At all. And disapparating only ensured he would get it twice as bad when he returned. No, it was easiest to treat it like an Auror training session and go about dodging the curses physically, until she was either too tired to continue, or he'd managed to conjure a white flag of surrender sometime during all the commotion. He wondered why he didn't just take to carrying one with him at all times. It was during that brief thought that a brilliantly yellow colored curse hit him right in the arse.
Oh dear, she'd not meant to actually hit him, never mind hit him with that spell. Oh, Harry was going to be very, very angry when he woke up. Ginny wondered what he'd do when he found out what the spell was. This just couldn't be good. The fact that she'd never seen the trail of it so yellow made Ginny both proud and worried. The extra brightness ensured that it would pack a whollop, however, it probably also meant that it would last quite a bit longer as there was not a counter-curse.
Well shite. Now she'd gone and done it. She looked down at her overlarge belly and ran her hands over it. "You make Mommy very irrational sometimes. Daddy doesn't appreciate it." She received a hearty kick in response. "Now you be nice in there, Mommy would like to avoid internal injuries." When the baby didn't kick in return, Ginny levitated Harry to the couch and arranged him just so, covering his lower half with a blanket before hurrying to fetch an ice pack for his head. He'd given it a nasty smack on the table when the curse had hit him.

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He finally started coming around about twenty minutes and two enevrates later. When he opened his eyes and focused in on her the best he could without his glasses, Ginny practically pounced on him. Her lips slid over his greedily, and Harry slid one hand down to rest on her stomach while he let the other cup her cheek. Finally, he pulled away, still looking dazed - although now the cause of said dazedness was perfectly debatable - and looked around. Wand on the coffee table, glasses off, on the couch, covered with a blanket, ice pack on the floor.
"Ginny," he started. She paled a little, and he noticed that it made his favorite batch of freckles - the patch just to the left of the hollow in her collar bone - stand out a bit more. She took a deep breath, and he had to remind himself to stay on task. "Gin, what did you do to me?"
"Don't be silly love, why would you think I've done something to you?" Harry arched an eyebrow. "You just bumped your head in the kitchen a bit ago. I think one of my hexes scorched the seat of your trousers." She gave him a winning smile; he frowned. "If I hit you with something, and I didn't, I would have reversed it before you woke up anyhow."
"It was yellow." Ginny was trying very hard not to collapse in giggles. "I don't know anything yellow." She was biting her lip now.
"I'm going to finish getting supper ready now," Ginny said, beating a hasty retreat into the kitchen.
"Don't go anywhere near the stove!" Harry called after her without thinking. He was relieved when he heard her laughing. "I have got to learn to watch my mouth," he thought, "That comment could have started the whole thing over again, and I'm too bloody tired to dodge curses for another half hour." He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until he stood up and stretched. When he rotated around to the right, he caught his first glimpse of it. It was thick and golden and furry, with a fluffier, darker bit on the tip. He did a double take. She couldn't have. She wouldn't have. He reached around and grabbed hold of it. She did! "GINNY!!!"
"Oh dear, I think I'd better go on a short walk." Ginny had just grabbed her cloak off the peg next to the back door when Harry stormed into the kitchen.
"Oh no you don't," he growled. "Collaportus." The door obliged with a squelching sound.
"Harry, dear, you've locked the door."
"I know." He reached behind him and grabbed his newest body part, pulling it around to his front. "Explain. Now." He shook it at her.
"Umm, well, that's a tail dear."
"I know what it is."
"You know, yours turned out much much nicer that Ernie Macmillan's did. His was all scraggly and whipish - like some poor ugly mutt's. Yours appears to be a lion. Gryffindor through and through, aren't you?"
"Nice. Now make it go away."
"Well, Harry, there's a small problem with that."
"There'd better not be."
"Um. There isn't a counter curse. But don't worry! Ernie's was gone in two days, tops!" She didn't tell him that the yellow indicator trail was at least four times as bright.
Harry spun on his heel and strode off, tail held proudly out behind him. Ginny stifled the overwhelming urge to laugh until she cried. A squeak made it out from between her lips, and Harry shot her an impressive death glare. He moved quickly to the fireplace and threw in a handful of floo powder as hard as he could. The flames turned green, and he realized there was nowhere he could go where they wouldn't laugh at his tail. He growled (and Ginny would have been frightened if it weren't for the tail shaking in fury behind him) and took the stairs up, slamming the door to the master bedroom in his wake.
Ginny decided that it might be best if she took supper alone tonight.