Harry had to keep his laughter quiet as he sat in “his” room at The Burrow, catching some boy time with Ron. It had been hard since the end of their sixth year: Hermione had been with them every minute. Now, they were back for Bill and Fleur’s wedding at The Burrow.
“No, really, Harry, what?”
The stitch in Harry’s side grew even more painful as he tried to breathe and laugh simultaneously.
“Honestly, Ron,” he gasped, “I think your mum was really embarrassed!”
“But you said she gets him to call her… that… when they’re alone. And it’s just… it’s… well it’s a bit wrong, isn’t it?”
Harry had to laugh all over again at the look of pure distaste on Ron’s face – he looked like he’d just eaten a particularly nasty Bertie Bott’s bean. He watched his friend’s face as it slowly dawned on him. The connotations of his mother’s nickname.
"Gives you the collywobbles, doesn't it?" A voice said from the doorway. "G'night, boys." Harry felt his jaw drop as Ginny moved away from the door.
"I wonder when your dad started calling her that?" Harry said, once the shock had worn off.
"Reckon it was when Bill was on the way. Dad always said Mum was extra scary when she was pregnant." There was a slight pause. “Mollywobbles.” And Ron shuddered.