Ron always believed that Ginny was a smart girl. From the time she was a little girl weaving crowns of dandelions into her hair he had seen that she was a smart girl. He watched with pride as she grew up, but never grew out of dandelion crowns. When she chose to take up with that louse Malfoy, he decided that his best choice would be to support her, because she was a smart girl and knew what she was doing. This of course came after a bunch of sputtering, color changing, and threatening on his part. When Ginny decided to marry the insufferable git, it wasn't a great surprise, although he'd held out hope she'd change her mind and find a nicer bloke.
The wedding was lovely. Malfoy had insisted on paying for the entire affair, but it was their Mum who made the dress. The simple elegance that Ginny exuded as she walked down the isle out shown all the fancy flowers and tapestries Malfoy had the wedding planner use for the occasion. And not a single guest could help but smile at the dandelions that littered the path between the bride and the alter.
The ceremony was short but traditional, and as the reception commenced he began to think that Ginny, being such a smart girl, had done rather well for herself.
Watching the bride and groom dance together, push cake into each other's face; 'atta girl Gin; and kiss passionately each time spoons were applied to champaign flutes Ron could not deny they were truly a couple in love. That night he smiled peacefully to himself and slept soundly, sure his baby sister was in good hands.
+++++ Ron had always believed that Ginny was a smart girl, but when he watched her dash in front of him on that battle field he seriously reconsidered. And when she hit the ground, he was glad she had been killed instantly, as the hex he'd fired and she'd intercepted was still working it's way over her body. Thin lines kept appearing, rivets of Why was it better for her to die than him? He who was unmarried, he who hadn't begun plans to start a family. He should have been the one struck by that killing curse, not his beautiful baby sister.
Ginny was always a smart girl. From the time she was small she learned was making her own choices, and even though she sometimes made bad ones, she always learned. Ron thought she would have made an excellent mother. Her happy smile, and never ceasing ability to play would have made her the perfect mother. He place a poorly made crown of dandelions on her grave and thought that perhaps when he had a daughter he'd teach her to make crowns of dandelions and wear them in her hair.