***i own nothing, this all belongs to the fabulous j.k. rowling***
"Ginny?" my mum asked in shock and horror, which made me feel even more uneasy. Professor McGonagall was looking down, not allowing her eyes to rise far above the brim of her hat. "You…and Harry…you're getting… married?"
"Merlin, Molly dear, don't you have ears?" Professor McGonagall said in a slightly annoyed voice. I bit my lip and wrung my hands together, though careful not to show my true feelings: utterly terrified.
"Ginevra," my mum said softly. "Why didn't you tell me this before?" she asked with hurt in her eyes.
"I was scared, partly because of the reaction you have right now, mum!" I defended myself but I was careful not to make her even more hurt. "And Harry and I only discussed it about a week ago. I didn't want to say anything…because…well, because you were so hurt after Fred that I couldn't bear the thought of announcing a wedding."
"So he's proposed then?" my mum asked with a high eyebrow.
I blushed down to the root of my red hair. "Not quite."
My mum's eyes flashed a bit. "What are you saying, Ginny? 'Not quite'? Has he offered you a ring or not? It's a simple question, Ginevra." she said in a threatening voice. I gulped.
"Well…yes." I said softly. My hand drifted down to my pocket and I pulled out the small yet delicate ring Harry had given me only a week ago. "We went to Hogwarts, and it was the most perfect moment, mummy. Please understand, you know how much I love him!" I begged her. My mum stared at the table in shock.
"Molly!" Professor McGonagall snapped. Even I was surprised. "Merlin knows you were the same age as her when Arthur proposed to you. Have some mercy, for the sake of Harry Potter surviving. It's ridiculous. Everyone thought he would die from Voldemort, and now he will most likely die from Molly Weasley's wrath." The thought made me want to vomit.
My mum took in a deep breath of air before arguing some more. I rolled my eyes. "Ginny, don't you dare roll your eyes at me for one. For two, as I have said before, your father and I were just absolutely, one-hundred percent MADE for each other. You know this, dear." she said gently.
"Well Harry and I are made for each other," I fought back. "Mum, you don't know. You never understand anything I tell you. All you ever do is scold me or tell me that i myself don't get things quite right. Well, you're wrong. I do understand a lot, minus one thing. I don't understand love. All that's it told me so far is that I will marry Harry Potter and no one can stop me. I'm sorry, mum."