The sound of Ginny apparating rang through the Weasley home. She crawled into her bed and found a pillow to shove her face into. She let loose a moan and rolled over. The ceiling, which was slowly caving in, but never actually managing to do any damage do to magic, loomed over her head. Thoughts of Harry circled her mind, she let a low sigh escape her lips and she began to think of ways of getting around her mother to go to the Auror training camp, when none came to mind she gave her room a once over and decided to start getting dressed for the days events.
She bent into her closest, bent because every piece of clothing was lying on the floor, not technically dirty for nothing had been worn longer that a few seconds, but it was still on the floor. She pulled out a tank top and some shorts and found some sandals underneath it all. For and English summer it was surprisingly nice weather. She looked out her window as she saw and owl swoop low into the woods behind the house.
A soft knock came from her door. "Ginny?" said her mother as she slowly opened the door.
"Hey mom," she replied while slowly turning around.
"I would like to talk about that out break earlier today. I want to hear your reasons as to why you think it would be a wise decision for me to allow Harry to stay over the same way Hermione is allowed to stay over."
"Fine." Ginny looked her mother in the face and took a breath. "I would like him to stay over because he is my boyfriend and I rarely get to see him during the summer because he is helping the ministry with nonsensical things, such as further protection from everything, muggles, wizards, and random disease ridden vegetables. He never seems to make time unless it's to come over here, and since I'm not allowed to stay at his house, even though Ron and Hermione are inches away from getting an apartment. It just seems hypocritical."
"Ron and Hermione have been going out for quite some time now."
"Me and Harry have been going out for longer."
"They are older and both have jobs."
"Harry has a very nice job, and I'm looking, I'm out of school remember?" The last question sent a shot of fear down Ginny's spine, her letter, her dream, sitting in the open, in plain sight. 'Shit.' She jumped up to quickly.
"Mom, look just consider it alright?" she edged closer to her desk. And just as she reached it…
"Ginny, you have become a woman right before my eyes." Her mother was sending her the smile. 'shit!'
"Mom, don't start this, we have a lot to do, Bill and George are coming over to celebrate the Summer Solistice, and you know they will cause mayhem." She reached her desk and grabbed the closest stack of papers and tossed them over the area, pretending to look for something.
"Looking for something Ginnybean?"
"Yeah, the only problem is I can't remember what, well I'll be down in a few minutes mom, to help and all."
"He can stay. Are you protected?"
"Yes I drink the tea once a day, and he knows the spell. He also uses a muggle device. We are very protected. I'm not making a single mistake to ruin my career. Or my hopes for one."
"That's all I wanted to hear, and Ginny dear, I won't tell your father about the muggle contraception." Molly Weasley exited with a roaring laughter, and comments like; "Could you imagine!"
Ginny heaved a sigh of relief. Safe, for now.