Disclaimer: My stories aren't as good as Harry Potter because I'm not JK Rowling.
His hand on Mrs Weasley's clock switched to travelling and the red-haired girl sitting on the couch stood up and rushed to the door. She heard a knock.
"Who is it?" asked Ginny, even though she knew the answer.
"Your favouritest brother," said the voice.
"And when I was eight, which bone did I break and how?" asked Ginny.
"You broke a bone in your arm after falling off your broom when you snuck out to fly," said the voice.
"Ask me a question!"
"Erm, alright," said the voice. "Who are you currently dating?"
"Hey, you don't even know the answer to that!" Ginny Weasley put her hands on her hips. Brothers.
"Fine. Who've you had a crush on for an eternity?" Ginny rolled her eyes, but a blush crept up her face.
"Harry Potter, but for goodness sake everyone knows that," said Ginny, letting him in.
Bill Weasley entered the house and Ginny gave her eldest, and favourite, brother a hug.
"Well, I expect Fleur's asleep?" said Bill.
"What's she doing here anyway?" said Ginny, putting her hands on her hips.
Ginny had come home that afternoon from her fourth year at Hogwarts to find that she and her mum weren't the only girls in the house.
"I'm marrying her Ginny," said Bill. There was a pause. "So who are you dating?"
"Ron hasn't told you? That's a first," said Ginny, rolling her eyes.
"Well, who is this charming guy?" Bill moved towards the couch.
"Dean Thomas, Gryffindor, Ron's year," said Ginny, sitting next to him.
"So what happened to Michael?"
"He ran off with Cho Chang after we beat them at Quidditch," said Ginny.
"So Harry wasn't that lucky either?" asked Bill.
"Nah. But I doubt he minded. But what kept you till one in the morning?"
"You know, work," said Bill, "something you wouldn't understand if you hung around Fred and George a lot."
Ginny looked up at Bill.
"You're still my favourite you know."
"I know," said Bill.
She punched him lightly on the shoulder. He tickled her and she couldn't stop her laugh.
"Quiet, woman, d'you want to wake the whole house?" said Bill.
But it was too late.
"Bill!" said Fleur, jumping into his arms. Ginny pretended to retch as Bill kissed her.
"You know, Bill," said Fleur, "she izn't as chatty as you theenk."
Ginny smiled innocently at them. Bill raised an eyebrow.
"She's probably just shy." But Bill knew too well that Ginny never was 'just shy'.
"Well, I should probably get some sleep. Night Bill, night Fleur," said Ginny. She climbed up the stairs.
Dear Diary,
Could you imagine, Bill with a Veela? Bill and Fleur just…aren't my cup of tea. Oh, Mum, you've made those old sayings get stuck in my vocab, and I haven't been here a week! Urgh!
But, seriously, why is he marrying her? When I found out that she was giving her, erm "English lessons", I never thought it would lead to anything as serious as this.
I just don't want to lose my favourite brother,
But Dad got promoted! Something about hoaxes and stuff. I bet he misses the Muggle's though,
Ginny
The next morning, Ginny rose early and angry. That's what happens when Fred and George pour ice cold water on her head.
"Fred! George!" shouted Ginny, getting out of bed. "What the – hey, what are you doing here anyway?"
"Popped in for a visit," said Fred.
"Well go visit Angie and Alicia, I'm sure they're up for a good snog," said Ginny, squeezing the water out of her hair.
"Well, I dunno why, but Alicia doesn't too much fancy a snog at six in the morning," said George.
"Which reminds us," said Fred, suddenly serious.
Ginny knew that the only thing the twins got serious about was Ginny's boyfriends.
"Mum!" called Ginny.
"Hmph." Fred and George disapparated with a crack.
"Yeah, Ginny, de- Oh Merlin I swear Fred and George are going to make you catch a cold one of these days," said Mrs Weasley as she entered the room. "If they weren't going so well with that joke shop I swear I'd give them a piece of my mind."
Ginny found it extremely unfair that just because Fred and George were doing so well with the shop they got out of being punished. But Ginny could only guess that Mrs Weasley was waking up to the need for people like the twins now that things were getting gloomier.
"Well, Ginny darling, go take a shower and change into some dry clothes," said Mrs Weasley.
Ginny grabbed some dry clothes and did as she was told.
Later that day, Ginny was sitting at the dining table.
"Erm, Mum?" she said, drumming her fingers on the table.
"Oh, hey Ginny," said Mrs Weasley, emerging from the kitchen. "Could you be a dear and help me with lunch?"
She entered the kitchen to find Fleur there too.
"Oh, 'ello Geenie," she said, smiling sweetly. "I'll juzt go out and get the eggz Mawly."
And with that Fleur went outside with a basket to where the chickens were.
"Erm, Mum," said Ginny, cutting some vegetables for the salad. "I was just wondering, whether I could meet my b- my friend sometime over the holidays?"
Mrs Weasley thought for a moment.
"Would this, er, "friend" by any chance be Dean Thomas?"
Why do mums remember every single detail about what you tell them apart from the fashion tips?
"Yes," said Ginny, deciding honesty was the best policy.
"Oh, well, why don't you invite him over on Tuesday night for dinner?"
Tuesday night. That was the night that Mr Weasley was often late from work. It was something about Tuesdays that made it particularly full of hoaxes, Ginny had overheard her dad tell her mum. But dinner? That would mean Bill, and Fleur, and Ron, and Mrs Weasley, and Hermione, because she'd be coming over on Monday.
"Oh, you don't have to bother with a meal, just can I have him over from, like, erm, two till four," said Ginny.
"Well, are you sure, Ginny, dear?" asked Mrs Weasley.
"Yes, positive," said Ginny, as Fleur entered the kitchen with a basketful of eggs.
"Alright then, go owl him now," said Mrs Weasley.
Ginny hugged her mum and went to Ron's room.
"Yeah, what?" said Ron.
"Could I borrow Pigwidgeon?" asked Ginny. "I have to send a letter."
"Whatever," said Ron. He was laying flat on his back, knees bent so the soles of his feet were also flat, and gazing at the ceiling.
"Thanks," said Ginny. She whistled and the little owl flew onto her shoulder. "You know Hermione's coming on Monday."
"Hermione?" asked Ron, sitting bolt upright.
"Yeah," said Ginny, leaving.
Dear Dean,
How are you? Hope you're enjoying your holidays.
Mum says you can come over on Tuesday, two to four. Can you make it?
Love Ginny
Dear Ginny
I'm great, but I'm missing you heaps. I can come over on Tuesday. See you then.
Love Dean
