"We're better at magic period than he is," Harry said with a snort, giving her a look. "But you're right, Molly is the one that we need to look out for and be more cautious about." His feelings toward the patriarch were mixed, honestly. If he had been aware of what his wife was doing and didn't attempt to stop her, he was just as much at blame as she was. "We'll have to just see how much he knew of his wife's extracurricular activities. On the one hand, if he knew about it then he's just as much at fault as she is because he allowed it to continue without trying to stop her. If he didn't, and considering how much time he spends at the ministry or tinkering with muggle items, then..."

Harry paused because to be honest, the situation simply infuriated him. There was no excuse to their manipulations of Hermione and his lives. None whatsoever.

Now that the cure had run its course through him, Harry could very well admit that he found the witch next to him absolutely beautiful and would have (and wanted to) date her... see where it went. He remembered at the end of their third year, where he started to crush on her.

"They shouldn't be contacting you through the family anyway if it's for you directly. But this world is very backwards still, isn't it," he asked rhetorically. He picked up a fork and took a bite of the lemon cake that he sat on his lap. Sharing a drink and a piece of cake with Hermione was definitely the best part of his day so far.