My mum likes to talk to me, sometimes, at night. She tells me I shouldn't make the same mistake as her and get pregnant before I'm married and ready for kids.
"If she only knew..." I thought to myself.
"I'm sure the boys are just leaping at your feet, carrying books for you and what not," she said with a smirk.
I struggled to keep a straight face. The last boy to do that was Neville, Cho had threatened to rearrange his face if he did something like that again.
"I know you're probably going to have sex anyway... but do use the charm I taught you, at the very least."
It amused me somehow. Her talking to me about birth control when I had the strongest birth control there ever was, being queer as a three galleon note, after all.
"So... which boys do you like?"
"None, really," I said honestly.
"You must like someone," she insisted.
That one was technically true. Cho was someone, after all. "Yes... actually, I do, come to think of it."
She smiled. "Details?"
"The one I like is gorgeous. Beautiful brown eyes that sparkle, jet black hair that waves in the breeze. A Quidditch player, actually, with the muscles to prove it. Not too much muscle, just the right balance."
"That one really does belong in Ravenclaw, a sharper mind I've never seen. My love is always writing poetry. I get to read most of it. It's beautiful."
"So... when do I get to meet your new boyfriend?"
"Cho isn't my boyfriend. She is my girlfriend," I mumbled, not willing to say the words aloud, not capable of telling my mum the truth.
"What was that, Ginny? I'm getting older, my hearings not what it used to be."
I said the one I love isn't my boyfriend. The one I love will never be my boyfriend."
"Why not?" pondered my naive mother.
"Because I love her, and I'm proud to say it's me she loves, me she celebrates every Quidditch victory with, me she thinks of while writing her poetry and me she dreams of at night."
My mum was silent for a moment. That's generally not a good sign. She hugged me tightly. "I love you no matter what." Just like Cho.