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Note: Written for the Baton Pass Competition (Family Dynamics - Bill and Ginny, optional prompt - blue).
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Brother and Sister
They had a special, unique relationship; he was the eldest in the family, she the youngest. Ginny had always admired Bill, their bond forged from easy camaraderie and a healthy amount of respect on her part. Despite the 11 years age gap, they got on surprisingly well, so much that her mother always cooed at them whenever Bill volunteered to watch over her.
Although the Weasley family were a close bunch, Ginny could readily admit that she was closest to Bill. He had been her closest confidant for years. Charlie was great but he'd rather talk about dragons or play Quidditch, all Percy wanted to do was study, Fred and George just teased her until she blew up in a fit of annoyance, and Ron treated her like a baby even though he's only a year older. Bill had always been the first one she'd turn to for help or comfort.
Ginny wailed, clutching her knee as tears streamed heavily down her face. Bill immediately came swooping in, making a great imitation of Molly Weasley as he fussed over the crying girl. He scowled in his brothers' direction.
"What in Merlin's name happened?" he hissed, staring down at them with furious eyes. The twins averted their gazes, adopting innocent expressions. Bill switched tactics and turned toward Ron who flinched at the sudden, unwelcome attention. The seventh year towered over his younger brother, and Ron never felt more frightened of him than in that moment. But Ron stubbornly clung to his belief, trying to force Bill to see why he wasn't at fault.
"She shouldn't play with us if she just cries at every little thing," Ron said, crossing his arms over his chest, cheeks an angry, blotchy red.
Bill opened his mouth to show him just what he thought about that when Ginny hiccuped, sniffling miserably. After delivering an unimpressed glower at his brothers, he knelt down, carrying the injured bundle in his arms. Fortunately, the crying tapered off into quiet whimpers as Ginny burrowed her head into his neck, hiding her face from the world.
"We will be having words later, all of you," Bill warned, staring pointedly at Fred and George who grumbled but otherwise remained quiet.
"But—," Ron started, flushing indignantly.
"No buts," Bill said, cutting him off sharply before hauling Ginny up securely in his hold, ensuring no harm befell on her again.
Ginny stared at the haughty blonde in front of her, wrinkling her nose at the woman's high and mighty attitude, strutting around like she was superior than everyone else. Fleur was no better than Malfoy in that respect, and she wondered why Bill chose her of all the witches out there. She wasn't good enough for Bill.
She gazed at the couple lounging on the couch, her brother leaning in and whispering quietly in his fiancee's ear. Her glare softened when Bill's warm blue eyes looked down lovingly at Fleur, holding her close like a precious treasure. After seeing the obvious affection he held for the blonde, Ginny grudgingly extended her support for their relationship.
But if it turned out that Fleur was only toying with her brother's feelings, well, let's just say Ginny inherited her mother's temper.