Disclaimer: For a change, I am J.K. Rowling. NOT!
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"What's your name, Ronald?" cooed Mrs. Weasley as she tickled his stomach.
He frowned.
"My name isn't Wonald, it's Wonald!" he exclaimed crossly, folding his small arms across his chest. She chuckled. "Fine, Wonald."
"That's not my name!" he yelled.
"Then what is your name, dear?" Molly asked kindly, giving him a smile.
He frowned again, not having any of it.
"My name is Won," he stated solemnly. Baby Ginny was surveying him with wide eyes from her high chair. Ron stuck his tongue out at her, and she gave a small, hiccuping giggle. "You musn't tease her so," chided Mrs. Weasley.
"But, she likes it! And she can say my name!" Ron exclaimed proudly.
"Can she?" Mrs. Weasley turned to her. "Ginny dear, can you say Ron's name?"
Ginny tipped her head to the side and thought. "Won," she said slowly, and then giggled again. Ron looked about ready to bust with pride. "See? I told you!"
"Yes dear, you did. Now what should I call you? Won or Ron?"
"But," he stuttered. "My name is Wonald!"
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