"Ginny, for the last time, give it up!" Percy Weasley snapped at his little sister. At twenty-six, he had found himself a perfect life. He had a rocky climb up. Having found his conscience at the final battle with Voldemort, he pushed aside his Gryffindor pride and fell back into the warm embrace provided by his loving, red-headed family. Because of his loyalty to the Ministry during the war regardless of... outside influences, he had earned himself a spot as the right hand man of the flamboyant minister of magic. The guy had it all, a great job, a promising future, and an amazing family that never gave up on him. Right now, however, he was not happy with his only female sibling part of that loving family.
"But Percy!" Ginny Weasley pleaded her older brother.
"No."
"Please?"
"No"
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"You're not giving up, are you?"
"Oh please, hon. It's not that first day you've known her. Does she ever give up?" Percy looked over to another inhabitant of the famous Weasley home: the Burrow. Just like she did every day, Hermione sat at the table sipping her evening tea while completing her assignment for the Ministry.
With a sigh, he had to admit that she was right... as always. "Fine, fine, but just this once. No more. You've given me enough trouble as it is." He never could win against his seemingly angelic sister.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squeaked as she encircled his waist in a life-squeezing hug. "You won't regret it! Margaret is a great girl! You'll love her... hopefully. It never hurts to try though!" Releasing her death grip, she happily skipped into the den where she floo'ed Margaret that the blind date was still on.
"When is your best friend going to give up?" Percy asked the only person who seemed to understand him in this house.
"It's your sister so... either the day you marry or the day you die." Hermione never even lifted her head from her mountain of work. In a comfortable muggle fleece and loose jeans, she was in work mode. The papers around her built a little wall around her castle of paperwork. Fred and George are still trying to build her a paper moat and drawbridge for the complete effect.
"May as well start reading my new book then. It's about as interesting as my evening is going to get..." Percy said as he settled on the worn out couch with Hermione still in view. He never noticed the little smile that tugged at the working girl's lips.
It was funny, that's the bottom line. The situations that Ginny get Percy stuck in are always a great source of entertainment. Whether it's the blind date with the secretary at the Department of International Relations, or the 'dinner party' with as many single witches as she could find, or even that singles cruise. Cruel? Yes, but definitely entertaining.
Why wouldn't Ginny give up? Simple, she wants nieces and nephews and Bill and Charlie are sure as hell not going to give her any. No one in their right minds would date Fred OR George (A/N: Sorry fans, I love them too. Really, I do!), and Ron had made it obvious that he doesn't want to settle down. Hermione had suggested that he start living recklessly so it would appear that he will never settle down. Not her fault that he threw it right back in Ginny's face.
He just wasn't smart enough. From the beginning, Hermione had declared her love for freedom and independence to Ginny, destroying any hope she had in matchmaking. Matched with her somewhat bookish, tomboy personality, and bam! It's like the Weasleys just had a new son who would occasionally check out cute guys on the street!
Looking at Percy squirm as he waited for his hour of doom gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction. 'Have fun, Margaret,' Hermione thought to herself with a snicker before fully plunging back into her work.