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Written for AJ

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Writing Club
Days of the Month - Housewife's Day - Write about a housewife (Bonus 10 points if you don't write about Molly)

Not What She Planned

Ginny waved her wand, and the dishes began cleaning themselves.

"Mum, James is being mean!" Albus yelled.

"James, stop being mean to your brother," Ginny scolded in a loud voice.

Lily came running into the kitchen. "Mummy, Jamie and Albie won't play with me."

Ginny left the room, with the dishes still self-cleaning, and Lily followed on her heels. She leveled her best glare at her sons. "James, Albus, let your sister play with you."

"But Mum, she's so annoying," James complained.

Ginny didn't even twitch. "Well, I happen to think you can be annoying, but you don't see me banishing you, so let your sister play."

Ginny turned and went back to the kitchen, turning out the sound of her children continuing to squabble.

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Ginny walked into Harry's office, muttering the dusting spell as she went.

Her eyes surveyed the room and landed on some framed photographs.

She smiled sadly at the picture of her on her broom, wearing her Harpies uniform. That was one of the days before she became a mother. It was one of many good days.

Not that she didn't have good days now, but it was a different kind of good.

She heard footsteps behind her, and they were too heavy to be one of the kids. "Hello, Harry, catch any bad guys today?"

"Of course." She could hear the smile in his voice.

"Harry, are you happy with our life?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "How could I not be? I have a beautiful wife and three great kids, kids that are ready to kill each other, by the way."

Ginny shook head. "They've been fighting all day."

Harry kissed her neck. "Ginny, are you not happy with me?" he asked, for once, being observant.

She turned around in his loose embrace. "Harry, I love you with my whole heart. I want to be married to you. I want to have a family with you."

"But?" Harry prodded.

"But I'm a housewife. I never thought I'd be like my mum, but that's what I've become. I don't think there's anything wrong with being a housewife, but I've never wanted to become one. I use to be a professional Quidditch player, but now, my biggest excitement is breaking up fights between the kids."

Harry brushed a stray strand of hair out of Ginny's eyes. "If I made you believe you had to be a housewife, I didn't mean to."

She shook her head. "You didn't. It's just something that happened."

"If you want to, you can go back to work."

"The kids—" Ginny started, but Harry interrupted her.

"—will be okay. James will be at Hogwarts next year, and we can figure out what to do with the other two. I'm sure Molly would love to have them for the days we both work."

"I'm not sure I could be a Quidditch player anymore."

"You can be anything you want to be, and there are other options if you don't want to be a Quidditch player again."

"Harry, you really wouldn't mind me working?"

He kissed her softly on the lips. "Of course not. I just want you to be happy. Let's talk about it, figure out what to do."

They sat on the couch, their knees touching, and did just that.

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