Ron and Ginny Weasley

Ron watched as his little sister's face crumpled, his eyes following her as she fled into her room, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling. Ginny was a strong girl, she always had been. In all his years, there was only one thing that Ron knew had always been able to make Ginny cry. His name was Harry.

Ron's fists clenched by impulse, annoyance hammering it's way into his mind. Yes, Harry was a good friend, his best friend in fact. But it wasn't easy for your little sister to be head over heels with your best friend, was it? Ron knew the answer to that better than anyone.

He walked briskly through the corridor, only pausing for a moment, listening to Ginny's quiet sobs through the door. Enrage filled him once more, and he flung the door to his room open, glaring as his eyes landing on Harry, who was sitting on his bed.

Harry glanced up; his emerald eyes piercing into Ron's blue ones. They were full of worry and concern; a detail that Ron decided to over look.

"What did you do?" Ron snapped, irritated. He didn't like having to choose between his best mate and his sister, but there was no way he was going to let the git get away with making his little sister cry. Even if Ginny could throw a wild Bat-Bogey hex, she was still the baby of the family. Having six Weasley brothers was as good as having six personal bodyguards, when need be.

"I broke things off," Harry muttered, only half to himself. "After Dumbledore's funeral."

A flicker of sympathy flashed on Ron's face, before he got defensive once more. "You can't treat her like that."

"I'm protecting her," Harry protested half-heartedly. It was almost as if though he was trying to convince himself, not Ron.

Ron sighed heavily. It wasn't likely that he was ever going to win an argument against Harry, even if his heart wasn't into it. Harry had enough to deal with, let alone adding an annoying mate to the pile. Ron relented hesitantly, apologizing quietly.

"She's real torn up, Harry," Ron added after a few moments of silence. Harry did nothing to even acknowledge that he had heard, and Ron slipped out of the room, a heavy feeling in his stomach. He headed down the hall, halting as he reached Ginny's room. He waited for a moment, before raising his fist to pound on the door.

"What?" Ginny called weakly, trying to sound normal, and rubbing her eyes furiously.

Ron entered the room cautiously. His eyes raked over his sister. She was sitting with her knees brought up to her chest. Her eyes were red from crying, and her cheeks were damp from tears. Ron gulped, walking towards her, then kneeling in front of her. Unsure of what do to, he settled with the gesture that he had seen Hermione give Harry many times before. He hugged her.

Ginny stiffened at first, before letting herself collapse into his arms. She let herself cry again, sobbing uncontrollably. Ron sat next to her, keeping his arms wrapped comfortingly around her and rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"It'll be okay," he whispered into the night, as he watched Ginny crawl into bed, exhausted. He closed the door quietly as he left the room. Then, just to make himself believe it too, he repeated quietly, "It'll be okay."