This is to Mallory.
Damn you and your DracoxHarry stories which are not so surprisingly good which makes me feel even ickier about myself for reading it and therefore liking it.
But not that much!
So hah, a RON and Ginny story.
I hope you cry.
He could just faintly remember a time before her. A time where it was just him and the stars and the clouds way up high, the rest of his family far, far away and the birds sung a soft lullaby as though nothing was wrong in the world. Nothing wrong at all.
He could remember the soft glow of his mother's skin and the beam of her face, the joy in her eyes caused by another child to come, another one (one too many), and this time a baby girl. A little sister (although he wished for a baby brother-that way, he wouldn't be the runt of the family anymore) and then, it seemed as if the birds and the skies didn't need to sing their songs and gently pat him with a whisk of fresh air because she became his oxygen and she became his melody.
He'd watch her from afar and wonderment would stretch across his face as his mother ogled her and cooed and feed the little thing and even though he was only a year older and some change, it was as if they were lifetimes apart and he was more the wiser, observant of something so new and magnificent he couldn't help but keep a steady eye.
He was an idiot, though, and he acknowledged this.
He was far from being a genius in the wizarding world and as the years came along they proved useless in telling him otherwise. His brothers, each one having their own unique specialty made him feel like a stray dog, a mutt or black sheep in the family although his hair and grim expression from time to time would prove resemblance wherever he went.
Only did she, his little Ginny give him a reason to smile and prove useful as he helped his mum change her diapers or soon help her dress in fitting clothes (mostly hand me downs or clothes saved over from their mother's younger days), and then when he reached 10 years of age, and she, about to be 9, helped her cope with the idea of fending for herself while he went away for school.
"But I don't want you to go Ron! You heard what mum said! Harry Potter might be attending your year, and he-who-must-not-be-named must surely be around him if that!"
"Ginny…" Exasperated, Ron's voice held a hint of bemusement at his sister's worried pleas. "I'll be alright, it's you that worries me, think you can handle the house and all of Dad and Mum's banter while I'm away? Or even when they go away to their Department?"
She nodded slowly, still peeved at the thought of being left alone, away from her big brother. "Will you back for the holidays?" He grinned at her and she puffed up her cheeks in resentment. "You know what? I won't miss ya, I won't miss ya at'll!"
Laughing, Ron brought his sister in for a hug before picking up his bag that was placed beside them. "Well, I'll be off then. See ya later, Gin."
"Wait!" turning around in surprise he was more shocked to find himself in a hold by his sister not too far after and with a smile he held her tight, a mere whisper of 'don't worry, I'll come back for you' stuck between their silence and then he was gone as the mere wind, tears of the lonely red headed female following after for only so far.
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Even at night, he thinks of her. Even when his friends are joking or when a certain muggle born witch invades his sight and thoughts, the cause unknown to him, or even when the threat of their lives surround him and his friends so deathly close does he think, 'When will I see my sister again?'.
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She holds on to her teddy and she thinks its bullocks that she is not of age to join her brother at school. Couldn't he have waited a little longer, just for her?
They should have been born as twins, she decides. They were more like it anyways, what was it called? Irish twins? Yeah, they sure had that down.
What if he finds new friends far more interesting than his bratty little sister? What if he comes home and forgets about how much he cares about her, and she of him? What if….What if…
She holds her teddy a little bit tighter.
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He can't believe he just sacrificed his life playing chess.
I mean, honestly, for a genius in wizard's chess he really was quite stupid.
And here he is, rewarded with some measly points for the house cup after risking his neck for life as we know it and he's suppose to be happy?! Honored? That he helped his house win the cup?
Ah, who cares? This is Ronald Weasely, he doesn't think about much else beyond what he's having for breakfast anyways.
(Well, except for how his baby sister will treat him coming home as a hero.)
He smiles.
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She's hesitant at the door because all he's talking about his Harry Potter this and Harry Potter that, and just who is this Hermione Granger?
At dinner it's not quiet because he's rambling, mouth full with mash potatoes and he's suddenly no longer the runt of the family and it feels good because this is what he's always wanted, always strived for. For when you're in a family of 6 or more, (you tend to lose count from time to time) gaining recognition even in its smallest measurements is one of the biggest highlights in one's life.
But she's not smiling at him or laughing at his relay of memories and he frowns at this and frowns even more when she excuses herself quietly and dares not make eye contact with him.
Only soon after does he enter her room, a soft knock to let her know it's him and even the mumbled protest on her behalf does not dissuade him in entering and completing his objective to win her back.
"Gin…"
"Get out Ron! I don't wish to speak to you."
"Ginny…Come on girl, what's the matter?" He sighs when there's no response and stalks over to her, looming above her flatten form upon the bed in hesitance. "Is it because of me?"
Oh golly-lolly Ronald, what ever could make you think that?
"Just, go away." He squares his shoulders, the trademark fire headed flare of anger evident in his eyes and face and yet, as quickly as the anger came, as quickly as it dissipated upon the sight of his sobbing sister.
Muttering her name as if it was a curse or a prayer, whichever one at the moment matters not for to him, it feels as though it's both, he sits upon her bed and strokes her hair softly, whispering words of forgiveness, pleas, promises and love and soon thereafter she sits up. Red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, a swollen lip that to him, as shameful as it is, looks delectable, and from there all thoughts on her appearance ceases to exist for he feels a connection between his sister and himself far more unimaginable than he thought possible.
She's wrapping her arms around his neck now as she lowers her head, she shivering and from the looks of it she's guilty about what had just happened. He's too stunned to fully comprehend what had just happened but the kiss is inevitably going to be brought up again and the fleeting feeling has now passed and so he tucks her in, doesn't kiss her goodnight like he normally would and he walks out wondering.
What just happened?
And with it, he questions…how he could possibly have liked it.
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I think I will continue this, but not with so many chapters. It will only match how many chapters Mallory (SoulmatesDC) puts out, or one-shots with HarryxDraco. :P
Don't bother reviewing with hate reviews, they only increase the amount of reviews I have and that only serves to please me.