Legal Disclaimer: I own my stuff, but not the original source material. That belongs to whoever. Also, the opinions and interpretations I use here may not reflect the same in said whoever that owns the source material. Look, I'm just a poor college librarian. Suing me isn't going to get you anything but tears.

Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. Additionally, Ginny's canon obsession is not handwaved which leads to a delusional belief about a romantic relationship with Harry. There's also a bunch of bits of bigotry scattered throughout that are canon-typical for the "good guys". Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: It's explained in the fic, too, but yes, hooker really is a nickname for someone who crochets. It's a joke that specifically plays off of the other meaning. Similarly, ziti is a short term for zither, not the pasta.

Special Note: If you dislike Ginny's characterization here, then imagine how I felt reading the books where it's worse because no one calls her out on it and everyone acts like it's perfectly fine.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Quidditch League (Season 10); Ministry (Spring Year 1); RAVEN (2023); MC4A (Sp-Y6)
Individual Challenges: Red Instead; Pie Day; Quaffles (Y); Bludgers (Y); Polygon; Heroic Shadow; Colors of the Sky; Gryffindor MC (x2); Hufflepuff MC (x2); Ravenclaw MC; Beauxbatons MC; Magical MC (x7); Sandbox (Y); Reader; Cinematic; Gamer; Small Fry; Dreamers (x6); Ethnic & Present; Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion (x6); Rowl in Her Grave; Short Jog; Bucket Listing; Eating Cake (Y); Exchange (Y); Green Ribbon; Two Cakes (Y); Salt Wrench; 3rd Rule; Bi Bi Bi; Claimed; Lovely Triangle; Ship Sails; Shipwreck; Zukes of Hazard; Feeding; Outer; Waterfront; Zed Era; Rainbow Connection; Finders; Hold the Mayo
Team (Position): Wigtown Wanderers (Seeker)
Round (Prompt): Round 10-09 (Ginny Weasley)
Ministry Challenges: International Magical Office of Law [Tier 1] (Next Gen Era)
RAVEN Challenges: Settings [104](Parting of Ways); Items [130](Television); Colors [97](Mulberry)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (Ship)[List (Prompt)]; Chim [Walnut]("Glitter & Gold" – Barns Country; Sienna; Race Bend);
Representation(s): Ginny Weasley; Desi Harry Potter & Teddy Lupin; GQ Harry; Harry/Luna QPR; Auror Susan Bones/Hannah Abbott; Pregnant Fleur Delacour; Shared Weekend; Chim Song Prompt
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Middle Name; Mother Hen; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Delicious Lie; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; Second Verse (Bechdel Test; Ladylike; Not a Lamp; Persistence Still; White Dress; Found Family; Nontraditional; Teat Juice; Zucchini Bread); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Pear-Shaped; Pocky Pockets; Wabi Sabi; Machismo; Peddling Pots); Demo 1 (Lock & Key; Muck & Slime; Corvid Brain; Queen Bee; Horrible Love; Three's Company; Most Human Bean; Triton's Domain; Fruit Fly; Easy Zephyr; Sweetest Burn; Lovely Coconuts; Bad Beans; Under the Bridge); Demo 2 (Unicorn; Head of Perseus; Infinity; Hot Stuff; Sailor Delight; Strange Potatoes; Yarnspinner; Wind Beneath; Abandoned Ship; Jet Fuel; Creature Feature; Sitting Hummingbird; Gingersnap)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terrarium); SN (Rail; Negate); LiCK (Poppy; Narcissus; Tansy; Yarrow); Once (Moses Supposes; Under the Sea; Santa Fe); CM (Yogin)
Space Address (Prompt): 1A (Cuddling/Snuggling)
Word Count: 2063 words

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Knit Wit
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The sun warmed the patio, and the friends felt comforted by the heat on their backs. Less than twenty feet away, the ocean beat its everlasting lullaby against the dark pebbles of the beach. The ocean breeze was cool, almost chilly, as it swept across the space. Despite it being only late afternoon, the full moon was already visible on the horizon. Ginny didn't envy the aurors who would already be out on patrol due to the early rising, but she knew better than to say anything to that effect to the group gathered tonight.

Things had been a bit strained since the end of the war. While most of the world, including Ginny and her family, had returned to normal life, a few of their friend group had opted to leave the magical world at least for the most part. Andromeda had already moved to a cottage outside of Cambridge after her husband's death, and Harry had just moved in with her to help with Teddy. Luna, Dean, and Seamus had all decided to attend the muggle university. It hadn't taken long for the friends to find that another former Hogwarts student was also attending the college, and despite the fact that Blaise Zabini was a Slytherin, they had taken him into their circle.

Ginny wasn't entirely convinced that Zabini's inclusion was not the reason that Harry had pulled away from the rest of them. It would have been easy to attribute it to Harry raising Teddy or living in the muggle world instead of properly in the magical one. But Ginny and Harry had had an agreement. Once the war was over, they were going to get back together. So the only reason why they wouldn't have was if someone was manipulating Harry. Ginny knew it was the Slytherin.

Why else would Harry not come back to her? Why else would he stop coming to Sunday dinner? Why else would he go months without even writing or floo-calling Ron and Hermione, let alone see them? It was all highly suspicious to Ginny, especially since Harry had started developing even stranger ideas that Hermione had had back at Hogwarts. Maybe that was the muggle world clouding the issues by removing necessary context like how the Werewolf Registry helped wixen to know where werewolves were going to be or that love potions weren't actually a problem.

All of that was part of why Ginny had pushed to be included in this trip. She needed to remind Harry of what he was missing by ignoring their agreement. She had gotten some odd looks from Susan and Hannah when she had shown up, but Luna had taken them aside while Fleur had taken over an armchair in the living room and Ginny had helped Harry get Teddy settled into the nursery at the cottage. It was a bit ridiculous that Andromeda had made Harry bring the boy to a weekend away with friends (especially when Bill had kept Victoire), but Ginny didn't think that Harry would listen to her, not yet at least.

Shortly after all seven of them had arrived at the cottage, Harry and Hannah had started cooking and mixing things in the kitchen. Ginny had tried to help, but despite her mother's best efforts, she had never really learned how to do any of that stuff, especially without using magic like they were doing. Luna and Susan were playing in the nursery with Teddy, so Ginny had ended up in the living room where Fleur was watching a telly show in Spanish while eating gherkins straight out of the jar balanced on her pregnant belly.

The trip had barely started, and Ginny had been already bored out of her mind.

Now all of the adults gathered around the table on the patio, illuminated by the golden glow of the afternoon. A full tea service with sandwiches, tartlets, and just as many types of petit fours as there were varieties of cookies took up the majority of the table's surface. There were even eclairs and profiteroles, which Fleur had immediately laid claim to and was only willing to share with Harry.

One kind of the cookies were those weird chocolate-covered jammy dodgers that Remus had always eaten. Instead of a red jam, they had some kind of dark jam. Ginny could just imagine how her mother would have reacted seeing that abomination among the otherwise proper tea offerings.

Everyone except for Ginny had some kind of yarn project beside them. Harry and Fleur were crocheting while the rest were knitting, both things that Ginny had never learned how to do. She hadn't even learned the charm that would make the needles knit like her mother used. The mood of the group was jovial as they traded useless gossip about people whose names Ginny didn't recognize. Ginny's mood was steadily souring the longer they all sat there together.

Harry's project was something round. It had some kind of pattern done in mulberry purple amid the sky blue that made up the bulk of the pattern. Ginny found herself zoning in on the confident motions of Harry's sienna skin. No one was really talking to her anyway.

Suddenly, Teddy stepped onto the patio, rubbing his amber eyes with one tiny fist and dragging a stuffed llama with him. The friends exchanged amused looks as the still-sleepy toddler made his way towards Harry. Teddy climbed into Harry's lap without any care towards Harry's project, making the yarn fall off the crochet hook. Harry just pushed his hook into one of the holes in the lid of his yarn pot and set the project on the table beside it in order to welcome his godson into his arms.

"Teddy," Ginny said when it became clear that no one else was going to say anything, "you need to be more careful. You messed up Harry's work."

"It's fine," Luna responded before anyone else could. Not looking at Ginny, she picked up the triple berry tartlet from her plate and offered it to Teddy. The four-year-old looked nervously between Ginny and the mini-pie before taking the distraction. Only once he was eating it one berry at a time did Luna continue speaking. "Harry's a great hooker."

Ginny's annoyance flashed like spell fire. She understood that Luna had problems realizing what topics were appropriate for what occasions. Her friend was just loony that way. This was still above and beyond talking about government conspiracies or creatures that don't really exist. Not to mention that there was a child present!

And all the others were laughing at Luna's comment!

"Oui," Fleur agreed through her giggles. "Our 'arry is an excellent hooker." She offered Teddy one of her profiteroles. Unlike his careful destruction of the tartlet, Teddy just shoved the whole ball into his mouth. He gave the veela a wide grin that showed his teeth including bits of pastry. Fleur tweaked his nose. "Very 'andsome, mon chou."

"I can't believe this," Ginny snapped. She stood up so quickly that her chair fell to the ground with a loud clatter. She slammed her palms to the tabletop, making the dishes bounce. "How dare you call Harry that, that, that word!"

"But Ziti is a hooker," Teddy said, confusion obvious in his voice. He held up his stuffed llama. It was made of many granny squares, each of a different color and stitch pattern. "Ziti hooked this for me."

"Ginny," Luna said, rising more sedately from her seat, "can I talk to you in the house?"

The blonde went into the house without waiting for an answer. Ginny looked around the table before she stomped after Luna. She heard Susan saying something just as she passed the threshold. When she turned to close the patio doors, the redhead was right behind her.

"I'll get it," Susan told her. Ginny rolled her eyes but continued on to the dining room where she saw Luna waiting. After a moment, Susan followed but stayed at the end of the room, between Ginny and the pathway to the patio doors. Susan crossed her arms under her breasts and scowled.

"It's not going to work," Luna said, drawing Ginny's attention back to her. Her gray eyes were focused on Ginny's face. Ginny shook her head at the words.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Luna."

"Harry isn't going to marry you," she answered bluntly. "Your lives went in different directions. You need to accept that if you want to save your friendship."

"Look," Ginny said, gentling her tone, "you don't understand how these things work. Harry's just confused right now. That Slytherin has him all twisted up—has all of you twisted up. I'm just trying to help."

"By throwing temper tantrums?" Susan asked. She scoffed. "Teddy's better behaved than that and he's only four."

"I was not throwing a tantrum!" Ginny snapped. She pointed at Luna. "She's the one who called Harry a prostitute!"

"Hooker is a term for someone who crochets," Susan explained in a dry tone. Luna held up a finger that she curled halfway to form a hook.

"Because of the hook used," Luna finished explaining. Ginny flushed in embarrassment. "It's a pun. They're the height of comedy."

"Which you would know if you knew anything about yarn crafts," Susan added, judgment clear in her voice. Ginny's temper flared up again.

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not a little old lady like the rest of you! Some of us actually have lives!"

There were a few beats of silence. Ginny felt like she could hit something or maybe blast something to bits. She was just so angry about how everything was happening. This wasn't what she had imagined for the weekend at all. To be perfectly honest, she had expected that she and Harry would have ditched the rest of them already for some private time to get reacquainted.

"What's Harry's favorite color?" Luna asked, breaking the quiet. Ginny rolled her eyes at the ridiculous question.

"Gryffindor red," she said confidently. Susan snorted. Luna only let out a little hum.

"Favorite cookie?"

"Chocolate chip."

"Favorite hobby?"

"Flying, of course."

"First-born child's name?"

"I think James if we have a boy," Ginny said, calling up her favorite daydreams, "and Lily if we have a girl."

"You've gotta be kidding," Susan interrupted. She lifted one hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. She waved the other hand as if to sweep away all of what Ginny had just said. "None of that is true."

"What do you mean? Of course, it's true!"

"No, Ginny," Luna said in a tone that sounded a lot like the one Ginny had used earlier, "Susan's right. None of those are the correct answer. Susan?"

"Purple," Susan stated, releasing her nose to tick off answers as she made them, "specifically royal purple. Chocolate-covered blackberry jammies. Harry's favorite hobby is crocheting. Though, he has started getting into dying and spinning his own yarn lately." Susan's blue eyes looked like they were on fire as they glared at Ginny. "And his first-born child's name is Edward."

"Teddy's only his godson," Ginny protested. She waved her hand dismissively. "He doesn't count."

"And you wonder why Harry doesn't want to spend time with you," Susan said. "Not only do you assume Harry's favorites are the same ones from the children's books, but you're ignoring the most important relationship in Harry's life."

"How am I ignoring his most important relationship?" Ginny demanded. "I am here, aren't I? I'm trying to work things out with him! He's the one ignoring me!"

Ginny panted in the silence that followed her shouting. Susan looked like she was about to set something on fire. Luna looked blank, as if she was feeling nothing at all. Ginny hated that expression on the other girl. It always made her want to scratch out her overly large eyes.

"You should leave," Luna said. Her voice was as blank as her expression. "You are no longer welcomed."

"You can't kick me out!"

"Actually," Susan corrected, sounding gleeful, "as the owner of the cottage, Luna has final authority on who can be here. So you have two choices: leave on your own accord or I escort you all the way back to London and into a holding cell for trespassing."

Ginny made sure to slam the front door on her way out.