Marrying the Moon

Chapter three: Outrage!

The fight went over smoothly. Actually, no, that’s a lie. It exploded into a furious fire between the two Weasleys.

“I forbid it!” Mrs. Weasley roared, her hair and anger giving the impression of a snarling lion. She stomped her feet and looked at her husband, expecting back up. He decided it was a fine time to clean his glasses and made a very awkward pause.

“Ginny, perhaps, you could wait and talk with your mother about it.” He finally put in. Remus backed put an arm around Ginny’s waist, hoping to press a point of his love for hear, but only succeeded in angering the lion even more.

“And you think you’re so mature and….oh!”

“Molly, listen, Ginny and I have spoken about this and we are serious!” He gave a charming smile to the outraged mother and then one to his Ginny.

“Um, Mum, I’m sorry, but, I, um.” Ginny scratched the back of her head. She was at a loss for words. Of course, she knew this is what the response would be, but she still never was able to think of what she would say. She looked at her father. The poor man looked rather distraught and weary all at the same time.

“I’m not a child!” She wailed suddenly, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks, “I can make my own decisions!”

“You area child and I am your mother and I’m here to make your decisions!” Mrs. Weasleys yelled back at her daughter. Ginny continued to cry and Mrs. Weasley ranted for another good ten minutes. Mr. Weasley sighed and looked at Remus, who wasn’t that much different in age then himself, then looked at his young daughter.

“Alright.” He said, “I give my approval.” He had reasoned that giving away his daughter to someone who was mature and responsible was better than a punk on the street. Even though he knew he’d never hear the end of this from his wife, he gave his approval.

“Thank-you, Arthur.” Remus said to him, then to Ginny, “Come now, darling.” He led the crying girl from the room, one hand lightly pressing on her back to get her to walk.

“Well, I hope you’re happy!” Molly said, glaring at her husband.

He sighed, “No, I’m not. I don’t think I could be.”

A/N: I know it’s short. But….it’s good, right? Right? I’ll try longer ones later. Just give me time.