Gosh, I am on a roll, aren't I? Here's one mostly about Ron and Ginny, though there is H/Hr mentioned. Post-DH by about two years.

Personally

Ginny's punch fell straight into the tree and she grunted with pain upon the impact. Ron grimaced from his place nearby, shoving his hands into his pockets as though he hadn't just seen his baby sister cut her hand on bark. Breathing heavily, she ran her hands through her hair and sat back against the tree. Her first year out of Hogwarts was really beginning to suck.

"You shouldn't take it so personally."

"Go away, Ronald."

"Come on, Gin. I know you're upset. I just wanted to keep you company."

"Sure. Great. Whatever."

Ron helped her to her feet and they started the slow walk back up to the Burrow.

"How long have you been following me?" Ginny asked finally, breaking the timid silence that had fallen between them.

"Pretty much—" He shot a glance in her direction, returning his hands to his pockets. "—the whole time. I figured you'd want a few minutes so I didn't say anything at first. Really though, Gin, this wasn't about you."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I do. Talk to me; I know how you're feeling."

"What's Hermione got that I don't?" She stopped walking and looked up at him sadly.

"History."

"What?"

"She's got a history with Harry. You do, but not as much. They've been through everything together. That's why I said not to take it personally."

"I like him," she mumbled as they started walking again. "He made me feel…safe."

Ron nodded and smiled. "He's got a way of doing that. You're going to be okay, though."

"Since when are you the practicing psychiatrist?" Ginny smiled at him teasingly.

"Only for you."

"Why for me?"

"Because, as much as I hate to admit it, you're my sister…and you sort of remind me of me."

"Bonkers?"

"That too." He smiled over at her before continuing. "But I meant with the whole…you know, always losing something to one of them. Hermione's always sort of picking on me, but she likes you…but now this whole thing with Harry…"

"What did you lose to her?"

"About two years of my life."

"Oh."

The pair walked in silence for a few minutes, watching the gnomes up towards their house trying to sneak into the garden. Before long, the back of the house's image became a little closer and, before they could reach the back stoop, Ron grabbed Ginny's arm to stop her movement.

"Look," he said quietly. "I know a thing or two about Hermione. She's not gonna hold this over you. She likes you, Gin, whether she's good at showing it or not. Just go with it, okay?"

"Right."

The house was quiet when they walked in. George looked up from his place at the table and grinned. With nods in his direction, Ron and Ginny walked up the stairs to the first landing. As they were about to go opposite directions down the hall and up the stairs, Ginny stopped.

"Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Ron smiled and shrugged before turning and walking up the remaining stairs. "It's what I'm here for."

Because of a deep loathing, I've never really connected with Ron much. I actually enjoyed writing this, though. Aren't family bonds just the snazziest?