Warning: CRACK!FIC, SLASH – Percy Weasley/Ron Weasley
Ron's PoV
AN: Yeah, the usual 'no flames please' applies. I know it's a horrible pairing, I don't need to be told that, thanks.
"They can't all be lost," she tells me, sympathetically. "Surely some of them are young enough to change."
She's right. Bill and Charlie made up their minds long before me, and Fred and George would be no asset to the Ministry, even if they wanted to be. Ron, however, and Ginny, are both capable of changing their minds. Surely they have more sense than my other siblings. Surely they understand politics. Surely they don't believe everything Mother and Father have told us. Surely they can change.
Mind you, I doubt Ginny would, knowing how terribly stubborn she can be. Ron, as much as I do. He's the best of them all; more mature than Fred or George, more respectable than Bill, more sensible than Charlie, and more reasonable than Ginny. If anyone has to change, it must be Ron.
Ron is certainly a good person. Oh, I've seen him come out of a girls' bathroom once or twice, but he was only twelve then, and everyone makes mistakes when they are twelve years old. Except, perhaps, Mr Crouch, although he is, admittedly, quite an exception.
By now, I am sure, Ron will have realised that boys' bathrooms are a much more sensible place to haunt than girls' bathrooms. Apart from anything else, boys are certainly preferable to girls. And he'll have realised that his older brother only wants to help him, and has Ron's well-being very close to his heart, if not completely immersed in his heart. In fact, come to think of it, Ron is probably more important to me than Penelope. I tell myself that this is because he is my brother, but are any of my other brothers quite as important as Ron? Or even my little sister? No. Strange.
Anyway, I know I can trust Ron to see my point of view.
I write a letter to my favourite brother and wonder whether I am his favourite brother. Perhaps it is a bit more than brotherly love… perhaps. But if that is true, then what does he think of me?
I stare blankly at the mirror for a long time, before I realise to my horror, that two hours have passed and I haven't made any progress at all with my latest report! Important as Ron may be, I have work to do.
Does he love me? And, more importantly, do I love him?
The questions plague me as I work through the night.