"Us"
by Nina
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Disclaimer: Like I own anything. I only own my camera and a red memo pad.
Dedication: This is to Mongoosey, whose writing inspires mine and who deserves some RonxGinny.
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"They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to."
--Regina Spektor, "Us."
There is a window above the kitchen sink that he supposes she looks out of when she is washing the dishes, thinking about getting away. She is still underage, and so she still must suffer from osmosis causing the skin of her fingertips to wrinkle as she scrubs the remains of dinner from plates. As far as Ron is concerned, her character has been built enough.
Sometimes Ron will clean the dishes for her, with a flick of his wand, and she'll sigh and smile in gratitude, kissing him on the cheek.
Ginny's spine prickles when she does this, and the fine, fine hairs on the back of her neck go erect. She can only tell herself that there is a draft coming in from the window whenever she puts her mouth to his skin—or whenever he walks in the room—or whenever she is thinking about him.
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"Ronald?" Mrs. Weasley's voice is hesitant as it echoes through the kitchen, and something must be wrong because Mrs. Weasley only calls Ron by his full name if he is in trouble, or if something horrible has happened.
"Huh?" Ron pulls himself away from his parchment which is still wet with his untidy penmanship (he has written things like Hermione, there's something I have to tell you and you do think we'll be okay, right? I mean, I think so, I'm only checking) and looks up.
"The Order has gotten some important news." Mrs. Weasley doesn't know exactly how to put this because she knows (the way a mother does) that her son was in love with this witch, and to tell him that she has died is a hard thing indeed.
"They have? 'Bout what?" His eyes are round and blue and questioning, and why is it so hard to be a mother?
"About Hermione, dear. She and her parents were found dead this morning."
It is a mother's job to help her son when he breaks.
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There is a window above the kitchen sink, and sometimes brothers look through it and see their siblings shivering together on the table and doing things brothers and sisters shouldn't do.
Ever.
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FIN.
