Title: On Second Thought
Pairing: Ginny/Ron
Rating: PG
Notes: if incest squicks you, i'd recommend not reading. it's nothing graphic, it's PG, after all. but it does hint toward it. so, just a little warning there ^_~
She liked pretending that it was Harry, when Ron touched her. Whenever he teased her and teased her 'til she was in tears, then felt bad for it and gave her a hug and a little kiss. When he held her by the arms and swung her around until they were both so dizzied they fell into a pile in the grass. When she had a bad dream and woke him up in the middle of the night, so she could crawl into his bed and he could protect her. She'd imagine it was Harry doing those things.
But it was Ron doing those things for her. It was Ron who gave her over half his cupcake when the twins had filched and eaten the rest before she had gotten hers. He'd stayed behind many mornings when they were younger, to help her search for a shoe she'd misplaced, then taken the blame and a scolding from Mum. Ron had even helped her beg Mum for a new wand, just before starting school, because she was "littlest, and the girl, and deserves a new one!" he said while holding her hand and grinning one of those grins only he could pull off. She'd beamed with pride, that day.
A dream, just a little one in which it was Ron kissing her instead of Harry, had made her rethink and look at him a different way. No more pretending he was someone else, she'd decided. She from then on relished the fact that it was Ron who pulled up her shirt and gave raspberries on her bare belly, or tickled her 'til she'd nearly wet her knickers, or gave her a second tuck-in after Mum went to bed.
Oh, how she hoped he didn't get wise to her little plot of feigning the bad dreams that got her a cuddle in his bed, now and then.
Pairing: Ginny/Ron
Rating: PG
Notes: if incest squicks you, i'd recommend not reading. it's nothing graphic, it's PG, after all. but it does hint toward it. so, just a little warning there ^_~
She liked pretending that it was Harry, when Ron touched her. Whenever he teased her and teased her 'til she was in tears, then felt bad for it and gave her a hug and a little kiss. When he held her by the arms and swung her around until they were both so dizzied they fell into a pile in the grass. When she had a bad dream and woke him up in the middle of the night, so she could crawl into his bed and he could protect her. She'd imagine it was Harry doing those things.
But it was Ron doing those things for her. It was Ron who gave her over half his cupcake when the twins had filched and eaten the rest before she had gotten hers. He'd stayed behind many mornings when they were younger, to help her search for a shoe she'd misplaced, then taken the blame and a scolding from Mum. Ron had even helped her beg Mum for a new wand, just before starting school, because she was "littlest, and the girl, and deserves a new one!" he said while holding her hand and grinning one of those grins only he could pull off. She'd beamed with pride, that day.
A dream, just a little one in which it was Ron kissing her instead of Harry, had made her rethink and look at him a different way. No more pretending he was someone else, she'd decided. She from then on relished the fact that it was Ron who pulled up her shirt and gave raspberries on her bare belly, or tickled her 'til she'd nearly wet her knickers, or gave her a second tuck-in after Mum went to bed.
Oh, how she hoped he didn't get wise to her little plot of feigning the bad dreams that got her a cuddle in his bed, now and then.