Disclaimer: Yeah, Right
This is set the summer between Harry's 4th and 5th year.
Ginny's P.O.V.
It was funny, I thought to myself, the way one object, a single object, (well, there were two of them, actually), a muggle object, for that matter, could represent my brother and I so well.
I stared at them both in wonder. They were the same when we first got them, but now, they were completely different.
Our toothbrushes.
Strange, isn't it? Dad brought them home one night, for all of us actually, but, as you can probably imagine, it didn't go as he'd hoped. For one thing, Bill, Charlie, and Percy weren't living with us by that point, yet dad seemed to think that they would make a nice Christmas gift. Fred and George, well, they were practically laughing about all this before dad even walked in the door.
Ron was silent, no doubt thinking about Hermione and whether or not she would actually be a "pen pal" with "Vicky".
He didn't understand our lack of enthusiasm. "But they're electric!" He tried to explain. "You each get your own charger, and it charges," he looked positively ecstatic at the word 'charges', "All night so that you can use it in the morning!"
Oh, well then dad, if it's electric then of course I want one! That changes everything! I fought back my sarcastic retort. Fred and George, however, were not as tactful.
Ron and I somehow, shockingly, wound up being the only ones with and electric toothbrush. Let's just say you can tell whose is whose.
His is nice and new looking. The bristles are all in place with nothing astray. There's no toothpaste left behind on the side, and no little puddle of water around the bottom from when he puts it back. I know that the partial reason for some of this is because he doesn't use it often. Ron has a normal toothbrush hidden in his drawer that he uses because Fred and George gave him a hard time about following dad's orders. I know, though, that it would look like this whether he used it every day or not.
Mine-eh. The bristles are bent out of place, and there is toothpaste residue left on the side. The area around mine is all wet because I don't tap the brush in the sink when I'm done. I brush my teeth hard and thoroughly, sort of like my personality, which Ron says is a bit er… shall we say… intense? I'm not at all like him; he makes sure to get his teeth clean, but doesn't put the innocent brush in danger. The indicator bristles are faded on mine-time to change heads. Another thing about me, I'm forgetful. The only way that the head of the brush gets changed at all is when Ron does it. Stupid Ron, I can take care of myself. Well, not really. If I took care of myself without help, my poor, traumatized toothbrush would still have the same head as when dad brought them home from the store.
I don't really mind having a muggle toothbrush, it makes dad happy.
On my way out of the bathroom, I see Ron. "You know, Ron," I tell him, "Hermione's parents are dentists. You could write to her and ask if the electric brushes we have are any good. And, maybe, ask about her summer?" I suggested.
Ron smiled and nodded.
"That's the first time you've smiled all summer." I observed.
He rolled his eyes and walked in to the bathroom.
Later on, when I'm in bed reading, I hear a knock at my door.
"Come in," I replied.
Ron walked in. "How do you spell electric?" He asked sheepishly.
I smiled and spelled the word for him.
"Thanks, Ginny" He said, looking truly grateful.
"You're welcome, Ron"
Who's taking care of who here Ron?
Author's Note: I know, I know, you want more Proposal 101! Well, I have a bit of writer's block and this idea wouldn't leave me alone. Please review! My first Ron&Ginny.