Author's Note: This is the first story that I've written since my 50th story. Yay for me!
Disclaimer: I wouldn't run out of clever Disclaimers if I owned Harry Potter, because I wouldn't need to think of any.
Ron Weasley had always been "Ronald" to his mother. No matter how much he protested, she always referred to him as Ronald. This changed when he was eight years old. He decided that he hated being called Ronald so much that he would simply not answer to it. His father, who didn't really care either way, called him Ron when he first asked to be. His brothers and sister didn't mind either and called him Ron once they broke the old habit of calling him Ronald. His mother, however, refused to call him Ron. He was Ronald and that's how it ought to stay. The struggle to be Ron lasted about a year. It was a great shock to everyone in the family when Ron missed meals because his mother had shouted "Ronald!" up the stairs and not "Ron." It was an even greater shock that he finally won. Everyone had always thought that he would become a younger version of his father: a pushover and everyone knew how stubborn Molly was, but somehow, Ron won that war. From that point on, he was only Ronald when he was in trouble.
Molly watched her youngest son carefully. She'd been keeping a close watch on Ron ever sense he, Fred, and George flew that car to get Harry from the Dursley's. While Ron wasn't even the one flying, Molly was sure that it was his idea to get Harry and the twins came up with the idea of using the car. Molly was worried about Harry who had absolutely horrible relatives. Putting bars on his windows! When she'd heard this, she'd hidden her angry and simply continued yelling at her sons, but she decided that even if Harry and Ron drifted apart over the years (though it was unlikely) she would make sure that Harry knew that he was always welcome at the Burrow. What made her watch Ron and not Harry, however, was how close Ron felt to Harry; almost….brotherly. This idea made her proud of him, though she never said anything.
They were getting ready to go back to the Burrow. Ron and Harry were saying goodbye to their friend, Hermione. Ron must have said something unintelligent because Harry roared with laughter and Hermione rolled her eyes, sighed, and said, "Oh, Ronald."
Molly stared. She braced herself for Ron's snappish reply, but it never came. He didn't shout that he hated being called that; he didn't scowl; he didn't even grumble! He simply grinned sheepishly while Harry continued laughing. Molly blinked and a slow smile began to spread across her face. She liked this girl. She seemed intelligent and she got along well with everyone in the family. She would probably be a good influence on Ron. This was a good thing as at that moment, when Hermione had called Ron "Ronald" and he wasn't bothered by this, Molly Weasley knew that she was looking at her future daughter-in-law.