A/N: Hey everybody! Finally, here's the sequel to 500 Ways to Kill My Sister. It's from Ginny's POV. If you haven't yet read 500 Ways to Kill My Sister (Ron's POV), you'll probably want to read that before this one. I hope you enjoy this story and I can't wait to hear what you all think!

500 Ways to Torture My Brother

Ron's a git. I know I say that a lot, but this time I really mean it.

It all started two weeks ago...

Ron, Harry, and I were walking toward the library. They were going to meet Hermione and I had needed to pick up few books for my History of Magic essay. I figured I would just tag along on the way there. I didn't think Ron would mind. He'd been really nice lately about letting me do things with the three of them. Of course Hermione and Harry were usually the ones that invited me along, but the fact was that Ron had seemed fine with it.

It was really fun going with the three of them to Hogsmeade and eating lunch with them every once in a while. It was especially entertaining watching Ron and Hermione interact. It's so obvious that they have feelings for each other. They keep stealing glances when the other isn't looking and have both taken to frequent blushing.

It was also nice being able to hang around Harry without all the awkwardness that has occurred in the past when we were in the same room. I had stopped blushing whenever we talked and he had started talking to me without worrying that I would start stalking him or something equally as absurd. We were finally getting to know each other. It was nice. Until Ron ruined it all with a stupid off-handed comment.

I understand that we were a half an hour late meeting Hermione at the library and yes, it probably was my fault considering that I made Ron and Harry wait for me while I ran up to my room to get my books. Normally I would have been all prepared and ready to go…well, okay, maybe not…but I kind of invited myself along when I heard that they were going to the library and I made them wait. It didn't seem like a big deal at the time. I had an essay to finish and I had to talk to Hermione about…well…sensitive information.

Okay, so I wanted to talk to her more about how she should just work up the guts to ask my brother out since he's too much of a blockhead to realize that she likes him too. You see, one week earlier, while Harry and Ron were out practicing Quidditch (like we don't do enough of that already), Hermione and I ended up having this heart to heart talk over homework and hot chocolate in which she admitted (out loud!) that she fancied my brother. Since then I've been trying to convince her to make a move since her and Ron are meant to be together and everybody in Hogwarts knows it except them. Hermione keeps insisting that Ron doesn't like her and spouting off some nonsense about him liking Lavender. Of course, anyone in their right mind (which Hermione obviously isn't since she likes my clueless prat of a brother) would know that Ron really can't stand Lavender most of the time and that it's practically written on his forehead that he loves Hermione.

And the few times I've tried to talk to Ron about Hermione he just glares at me before I've even finished my sentence. I haven't spilled to him that Hermione fancies him though. That's the kind of secret that you're not allowed to tell under any circumstances. It would be breaking the best friend code. Because that's what Hermione and I have become. Best friends. I mean, I know she has Ron and Harry and I have close friends in my year, but we've just both been through a lot and it's nice to have someone to talk to that understands. Anyway, I can't tell Ron that Hermione likes him, but I can hint that he should ask her out and that she probably wouldn't be unpartial to the idea. I never even get that far though. As soon as I mention Hermione to him he cuts me off, like he has psychic sibling powers and knows what I'm trying to get at. Hence the need to try and work on Hermione instead and the main reason why I had to go to the library.

However, because I'd made them wait, Ron was in an awful mood as we headed toward the library. And his awful mood was because Hermione was in the library and he wasn't. There with her that is, he could care less about the books. That's the only reason why I didn't kill him after what happened next.

Harry and I were just talking amicably about the next Quidditch match when Ron turned to me and said, "Ginny, will you quit it! We have to go meet Hermione at the library and I'm sick of listening to you try and flirt with Harry, leave him alone, will ya? A brother shouldn't be subjected to watching that."

First off, I was not flirting. Second, even if I was it's none of Ron's business. And as much as I mentally knew that it was simply lovesickness and, dare I say it, sexual frustration clouding whatever sense Ron usually has, it didn't stop the fact that he ruined my life with that one sentence.

Harry and I were just starting to become friends. Now I was sure that that would be lost, along with whatever chance we had of being more than friends. Not that I wanted that any more or anything. Now things would revert back to the way they were when I was just a first year with a silly crush. When I couldn't say anything to Harry and became a total klutz around him, and when he would avoid me at all costs so he wouldn't have to deal with me.

I'd looked at Harry and seen the shock on his face. There's no way that we could go back to our easy-going friendship now. So I did what any other girl would do in this situation. I decided to get even. And I decided to go for Ron's Achilles heel - Hermione.

"You think it's awful watching me "flirt", well how do you think I feel watching your attempts?"

Ron looked a little confused so I continued.

"I'm tired of watching you botch it up," I said.

And I was. I was tired of watching Ron and Hermione tip-toe around each other when they had something that many would kill for (figuratively of course). Love. Or at least the makings of it. And it was then that I got my brilliant idea. I could get my revenge and at the same time get the two of them together. It was perfect.

"But it's okay," I said as I looked Ron in the eyes, "I can fix that." And I would. I'd just have a little fun with my brother on the way.

Smiling to myself at my brilliant new plan I turned and walked away, completely forgetting about my essay and talking to Hermione. It was when I was halfway down the corridor that I remembered why I'd had to come up with such a brilliant plan in the first place and how I'd have to start avoiding Harry, because there was no way that I could face him after what happened. What was I going to do at Quidditch practice? Maybe I'll quit the team and transfer to Beauxbatons. That could work.

I realized that tears were streaming down my face and I let out a sob as I started running towards the open doors. I had to get away. I kept running once I got outside. I kept running until I tripped over a stupid rock and completely ungracefully fell to the ground. I took a few deep breaths and wiped the tears from my eyes. And then I heard the voice of the one person that I wanted to avoid.

"You know, you're really hard to catch up with."

He sounded as out of breath as I felt. I buried my face in my hands.

"Listen, are you okay? Ron really shouldn't have…said what he said, and well, I wanted to make sure that you were-"

"I'm fine," I said as I took my hands away from my face and looked up at Harry, "Humiliation is nothing new in the life of Ginny Weasley. You almost get used to it after a while."

I was cracking jokes when what I really wanted was to know why he wasn't avoiding me after that incredibly embarrassing scene inside. Maybe he had somehow missed the fact that Ron had mentioned his name.

Harry offered a hand to pull me up and I gladly accepted. Soon we were face to face and our hands held a moment longer than was necessary.

"Still," Harry said softly, "It wasn't right. I think he's just so caught up in his feelings for-" He cut himself off.

"Hermione?" I supplied.

"Yeah," he said with a laugh, "Ron made me promise not to tell anyone, but seeing as you already know I don't think it's a problem."

"The whole school knows." And this time I join him in a laugh.

"Well, he's just so caught up in trying to hide his feelings from her and trying to tell if she feels the same," I almost said 'which she does' but that would be breaking a confidence, "that he just isn't thinking straight lately."

"He still doesn't need to take it out on me."

I think I sounded a little sad, because Harry put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Sorry Ron's a git."

Which was nice, because I say that a lot and it's nice to have somebody validate it. Because most of the time people just say, "You shouldn't talk about your brother like that." Don't get me wrong, I love Ron, but sometimes I just want to strangle him. Which is why, as we started walking back to the castle, I started telling Harry about my plan. I had so many ideas that I decided to start compiling a list of ways to torture my brother.

And even though I expected it to be awkward between me and Harry, it wasn't really. I think because we came to a sort of silent agreement not to mention the details of what Ron said, it made it easier. The only problem is that I know he heard what Ron said and I wonder what he thinks about it. Because even though I've been telling myself that I don't have feelings for Harry anymore, a girl can be wrong every once in a while.

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A/N: Please review! I can't wait to hear from all you fabulous people! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I already have the other four chapters written so I'm just waiting for your reviews to post them. Ciao!