Chapter 8 HG

Chapter 8
I sat on the floor peering through the curtains, about to hex every single bloody reporter out there. How could they believe that lie? From what I could tell, by the name tags hovering over their heads, they were Witch Weekly a teen magazine. Quiddish the gossip magazine for everything Quidditch. The Prophet basically the news. Rich Snitches a informative magazine featuring female Quidditch players. There were loads more and from what I could see there were more coming.
"Blimey" I sighed and then saw Kreacher standing not too far from me. He looked out the window with me, and then said in a quite kind manner. "Is mistress alright?"
"No Kreacher, I'm not too happy at the moment" I said as nicely as I could considering.
"Would mistress like something?"
"No. I would love to see how Dra-Malfoy was reacting to this." I giggled at the thought of Dra I mean Malfoy Did I really just almost call him Draco? He has always been Malfoy anyway I can imagine him gazing out at the sea of reporters. Scowling like always and he would most likely be coming up with a way to get them back.
"Mistress?" he interrupted my thought.
"Yes?"
"There is someone trying to floo in."
"Thank you, I'll find out who it is."
I walked away from the window to the chimney, I could see my mother emerging from the soot.
"Ginny dear are you alright, you look too thin, from the pictures have you been eating?" she asked me in one breath. She then wrapped her ash cover arms around me and I held onto her with everything I had.
"Mum please calm down" I said with very little breath.
"Dear let's get some tea and talk about this" she said leaving, dragging me  into the kitchen where Kreacher was, she looked at him and then said "Kreacher would you mind we'd like a bit of privacy?"
He scowled and then left grumbling something about how he didn't like my mother very much I couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
I sat down and looked at my mother busying herself, she knew I loved a piping hot cup of tea when I was cross.
"So dear what is this about?"
"Erm, well you have already seen the Prophet."
"Yes I did, we all did. Rita should be fired over this!"
"Mum it's just her way of trying to dig herself out of the hole she is in, I mean after the war no one cares about her much."
"Are you defending her?"
"Not at all, I'm just saying it's a rubbish way of trying to better herself."
"What do you think Harry will do about this?"
I got a bit worried about that question "Erm, I have no idea"
"Gin, is everything alright?"
"It will be" I sighed getting myself a cup of tea.
"Your father is furious"
"I can imagine" I sipped
"When did he get out of Azkaban?"
"How should I know?" I snapped at her "sorry mum, it's been weird being the center of attention, I mean there are more important things to focus on."
"I know dear, I suppose a congratulations is order then."
"Thanks mum, I'm excited about the team and competing but..."
"The press?"
"Yes I mean I knew they would be there, but I figured that they would focus on the boys and not the girls."
"Girls?"
"Yes the other girls on the team."
"Gin, you are the only one on the team."
"What?" I blinked.
"Didn't you read the list?"
"Sort of it was a blur..."
"Oh Gin, I mean I am so proud of you but, this is going to get worse before better."
"I know hopefully it will be soon."
"Speaking of worse how have the nights been?"
"Erm, how did you know about that?"
I didn't want to tell her I didn't want her to worry about me.
"Harry told me, that you were having nightmares again."
"I't's...I mean I'm fine, they are going away. He shouldn't have told you he had no right..."
"Yes he should've, you are my daughter Ginevra I have ever right to know what is going on in your life."
"I know" I said sheepishly.
We sat and talked for a while, I had forgotten how much I missed her, with everything going on I began to take her for granted.
I heard a pop in the next room I knew who that was, it was Harry.  He stood in the doorway and saw my mother and I. His emeralds looked weary and full of a emotion I haven't seen in a while; jealously.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley" he said kissing her cheek and then leaning over to me "Gin" he said brushing his lips against my cheek. So far so good.
"I was just leaving Harry dear." Mum said "I'll see you later, love you Gin"
"Love you mum."
And then she was gone.
"Hey..." I said
He walked away. Is this when worse starts?