Oh man, I wrote this chapter AGES ago. It was originally going to be "Guilt" back in chapter four or whatever it was, but I decided it was too early in the story for this so I changed it.
Shoutouts: glowyrm (you hit the nail on the head, my friend!), Delia-of-the-Oysters, You know who and xxBekaForEvaxxx (I'm sorry, if the problems got sorted out, I wouldn't have anything to write for the 38 prompts still left to go!)
12. Child
Wednesday
"Hi, Mrs. Weasley," says Harry. "I was just on my way out. Ron's having an emergency with the plumbing and Hermione's stuck at work. Ginny's here, though. Hey, Ginny!"
Ginny sticks her head out from the bathroom, clad in a thick white towel and rubbing her hair dry. "Yes?"
"Your mum's here," says Harry. "I'm going to Ron's to fix his toilet. I love you." He plants a kiss on her mouth and smiles, before striding out of the flat.
Ginny glances hesitantly at her mother. Mrs Weasley is frozen with shock. "Mum…?"
Wrong move. "Ginevra Weasley! Have you lost your mind? I thought you had a sense of dignity, of decorum—"
"Mum," says Ginny, wincing. "It's not what you think."
"Not what I think? I don't know what to think! My daughter living, unmarried, with a man—"
"It's Harry, Mum! You know, the seventh son you never had? And I'm not living here, I'm just—"
"Just what? Go on, just what?"
Ginny raises her voice. "I'm twenty years old, Mum! I can sleep with whomever I choose, and I don't need your permission to do so! D'you go and screech at the boys when they have sex? I mean, Ron practically lives at my place, with Hermione! Why don't you go and yell at them about decorum?"
Her mother's mouth is hanging open at this pronouncement.
"I'm not a child, Mum! Harry and I love each other, why do you have such a problem with that?"
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