Chapter 7 The Plan
Once inside, Ginny tried to get a grip on her temper. Blowing up was something that did not need to happen right now. Bill got her a glass of water, sat next to her on the couch, and waited in case she needed to talk. After she had emptied her glass and stared at the inside of it, Ginny started to talk.
"I don't know why she won't believe us. I promise all we do is sleep, dream-sleep not sex-sleep." She looked up at her brother with deploring eyes, begging him to believe her.
"I know Ginny. I think it's just hard on her to see you be so attached. You are the youngest, and you are the only girl. I know that does not justify what she's been doing," he said in response to the rebuttal he could see coming, "but look at it through her eyes. Even if you would have handled the situation differently, you can at least see where she is coming from."
"I guess, but I don't like it."
"You don't have too. Eventually she will accept that you and Harry are in love and are getting married. Until then you just have to deal with the crazy-ness that comes. She wasn't exactly calm at my wedding, remember?"
Ginny smiled as she thought about the day of Bill's wedding, and how her mother was close to having a heart attack because everything had to be in a specific place. It was stressful then, but entertaining now. She understood that her mother was only being a pain because she cared.
Bill saw that Ginny had come to terms with what her mother was doing, and decided to go see if Harry needed help with damage control. He was sure everything would be fine since all the other Weasleys were on their sister's side, but at the very least he could take over Harry's post and let him talk to his fiancé.
When Bill got to the door he was surprised to see his mother standing on the other side. "She's not ready yet. She's close to forgiving you, but you've really offended her by not believing what they've told you. Right now she just needs Harry" he whispered to her. His mother nodded, made a silent head signal to Harry to let him know that he was allowed inside, and slowly backed away from the door. The concern in that young man's green eyes, and the way he didn't even hesitate to leave in the middle of a conversation to tend to his fiancé made accepting their relationship a little easier. Just a little; she still wanted a pregnancy test to be 100% sure. Accidents can happen, and she was going to get this test done if it killed her. It wouldn't be difficult. There was a spell in one of her books that she accumulated during her multiple pregnancies. The spell is simple and has simple results. The couple has to be in the same room and then the person who is doing the test casts a nonverbal spell. The couple will start, for lack of a better word, glowing. Red means that no one in the couple has ever had sex. Green means that the couple has had sex, but the woman is not pregnant. Purple means that the couple has had sex and the woman is pregnant. Now all she needed to do was find a time and place to do it.