"Why would she be the one to bring it up!" Something in Ginny snapped, and in that, she rose her voice a little. True, not to the levels that their mother was capable of, but still a little higher than she usually used. "That's not the way it works George! Us girls don't just turn around one day and announce we want to get married! We giggle with our friends, wondering when he's going to get the common sense to ask himself! Like is traditional! Like is supposed to happen! I swear, mum'll kill you if she finds out the reason it hasn't happened yet is because you're waiting for her to bring it up." She sighed, and leaned in, putting a kiss on the top of his head. "For a wonderful man, you're so thick sometimes." She sighed, standing up again.
But telling her to shoo? Her stern face was switched back on, and she raised her eyebrows, putting her hands on her hips. "Shooing me? Shooing me? George Weasley, are you seriously shooing me?!" Her mouth gaped open, and she paced the room a little. "I try and give you one little bit of advice, one that may one day save your relationship, and you decide to shoo me? You know, maybe this one will be a girl so I can make sure James doesn't turn out like you!"
She realised her words after they'd slipped out of her mouth, and she sat back into a chair in the room. Maybe this one will. Well, there was no denying what that sounded like. He might not be bright, but he would've heard that. "...Yeah." She said, sighing gently, running a hand through her hair. "Go on, change the subject from you and Alicia, you're good at that." She folded her arms across her stomach again, and sighed. "Harry doesn't know. Even I don't know for sure, yet. Don't really want to know, to be honest."