Disclaimer: I do not own these character's or the story. That is all J. K. Rowling and her wonderful imagination.
Bill:
I can't believe this is really happening. I'm happy about it, don't get me wrong. When I see her eyes glow like that when she smiles at him, I know she's doing the right thing. It's just so hard to believe. When I think of Ginny, I think of a twig of a girl with wild uncombed red curls chasing after her brother, desperate to not be left behind. It's just so hard to remember that she is a grown woman now.
I can barely think of myself as an adult, so trying with my baby sister is just giving me a headache. It helps that little Victoire is taking Ginny's place as the little wild child running after older boys. Though she only has Teddy instead of six older brothers. Reminds me that I'm a father now with another on the way, which is very much of an adult role.
Today makes me think about my own wedding day. My Fleur looking positively radiant as she walked down the aisle. I hope Ginny can smile the same smile Fleur gave me. If ever I need to summon a Patronus, that smile is my secret weapon. It's easy after a glimmer of that memory.
Gin won't have the trouble I did with Mother either. Bless the woman. She never could warm up to Fleur in the beginning. Luckily, Harry's been part of the family, informally, since he timidly asked for help onto Platform 9 and ¾.
He better take care of her. Voldermort's nothing compared to an enraged Weasley family. I'd come to the rescue of my baby sister at the drop of a hat. I've always been absurdly fond of her. We were too far apart in age to ever bicker.
She's the one whose always got my back. Sticking up for me when Mum's trying to break me down. You know, cut my hair, dress respectfully. She may be a baby, but she's pretty powerful when she wants. Must be from being the only girl in three generations of Weasley's. Everyone spoils her rotten. I'd give her anything she asked, I know.
Sadly, I think she does too.
Out of all of us Weasley kids, I always though Ginny was the most like me. An adventure seeker, always looking over the at the next hill wondering what was hiding behind the horizon.
I remember the summer before I was marrying Fleur. She'd been surly the whole summer and fairly near hostile to my beautiful fiancé. I brought it up one evening when we were going out back to set up the dinner table. She was still underage and had to carry things so I was being exceedingly annoying by making the tables I was moving jostle her around. I asked her why she wouldn't give Fleur a chance, though. And I asked her if Fleur had done anything wrong.
She may be my baby sister, but I still want her opinion on such an important subject. I loved Fleur, Merlin's Beard, I love Fleur now, but I knew it'd be a hard life if she didn't get along with my family. My family's always been important.
She just turned to me and evaluated me with those brown eyes and answered, "She's not good enough for you, Bill. She's just too Phlegmy."
I had to laugh as she then proceeded to do a perfect imitation of my bride to be at her very worse. I begged her to give Fleur a chance, spend time with her a little. I knew Fleur could win her over, she just needed a chance.
She gave me a saucy smile that I never thought would have come from the little tyke I keep thinking she is. "I'll give her a chance.... if you show me some of those spells that you learned from Gringotts."
"And what would you be doing with spells only a Curse Breaker needs to know?" I asked her narrowing my eyes.
"I just want to know!" She laughed. "Thought it might be interesting."
I forgot about dinner in a second as I began to regale her with epic tales of some of the things that I'd done for Gringotts. They were better in the telling, scared me shitless when I was doing them. She laughed and gasped appropriately as the stories dictated. I loved to see her brown eyes sparkle like that. She'd been pretty down all summer, Harry had broken her heart the spring before and it had been rough on the chit. I realized then and there how much that girl meant to me. Seeing her smile again made me realize how much I'd missed it.
We ended up walking through the gardens of the Burrow and just talking like we never had before. Maybe it was then that I realized she wasn't eight years old anymore. We talked about Fleur and I told her the whole story of how we met and how much she meant to me. I tried to explain who she was as a person. Not just the beautiful part Veela part of her, but the Triwizard Tournament dedicated intellectual part of her.
I've always been pretty laid back and easy going. But I've always known that deep inside of me, there was a serious streak. It's why I always did so well in school and in my job. I could do the extraneous stuff, but I always got my work done first. She complimented me in ways I didn't know was possible.
When we finally ended up back at the Burrow the sun had set and my belly was pretty empty. Mum was standing with her hands on her hips in the back doorway squinting into the dark.
"So I don't get to learn any new spells?" She pouted, her step slowing down as we returned home.
"Next time. Maybe when you're of age." I smiled down at her, knowing that was the worse thing I could possibly say to her.
"I'll give her a chance anyways, but you totally owe me William." She grinned up at me.
I just grabbed her in a headlock and mussed that mane of flaming mane of hair.
I still can't believe she's done with school. In love. Getting married. She's not my baby sister anymore. She's an adult.
Where'd that little bruised knee toddler go? The one who I used to have to put on my shoulder's because her little legs couldn't keep up with us, but she desperately tried to anyways?