AN: Here the second part of my story. Books from 5 to 7. In this last part, there is even a little bit of the couple Ron and Hermione (in addition to the Harry and Ginny.) I hope you like it. Any review is welcome.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling.

Brotherly Observations (part 2)

-Book Five-

A boyfriend. Ginny, his sweet... well maybe not so much sweet, but still little sister had a boyfriend. But didn't she like Harry? When had she stopped to like him? And Hermione had mentioned it to him, as if nothing, in particular, had happened. Like it was a big deal. How could Hermione fail to realise how serious it was? His sister was too young to have a boyfriend. And who the hell was this Michael? Unable to sleep, Ron went down to the common room, collapsing on one of the armchairs placed near the fire. He hadn't been there for five minutes when he heard noises from beyond the portrait hole. He barely had time to turn around when he saw Ginny emerge from the passage. What was she doing still up and about so late? He called out to her.

"Ginny." His sister, who hadn't noticed him, jumped on hearing her name.

"Ron, you scared me! What are you doing still awake?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same question. Where have you been so late, if you don't mind me asking?"

"None of your business." She answered. In the follower years, he'll hear this phrase from her so many times to lose the count.

"You were hanging out with that guy, weren't you?" he said accusingly.

"That guy is called Michael, and it's only eleven. It's not so much late."

"And what if Filch had caught you? Sometimes you behave like someone really irresponsible," he exclaimed. Ginny laughed ironically at his words.

"Oh, don't worry Ron! I and that guy, as you call him, were in a well-hidden and secluded place. Good night." And without waiting for an answer, she headed off to the girls' dormitory. Ron roared off in chase, but when he tried to go up the first steps to get the girls' dormitory, they changed into a slide, so he fell. Bloody hell! He had forgotten that little detail.

Ginny, already at the top of the stairs, turned to look back at him one last time. "Goodnight Ron," she repeated. "And you go to sleep too; it's late!" she added before she disappeared.

"Hey, Ron, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, coming out of the boys' dormitory - probably woken by too much noise.

"Nothing. I couldn't sleep," replied Ron, following Harry upstairs. Then before he fell asleep again he asked:

"Harry?"

"Yes?" replied Harry in a sleepy voice.

"But don't you really like Ginny?" Of course, he knew that Harry was interested in Cho, but Ron wasn't sure she was the right girl for him, and not only because she was a Tornados fan.

"This is a strange question to ask, Ron," he said, now wide awake. "Why do you ask me that?"

"Just so I know."

"Go back to sleep, Ron," Harry said, turning around in bed. He hadn't answered him; what did that mean? It would be nice if Harry was interested in his sister, sure, as he wouldn't have to worry too much about her. If she was with Harry, everything would be easier. He had no idea how much he was wrong.

-Book Six-

It was almost midnight, and the two of them hadn't returned. This was the third night in a row that they had crept out of the common room, and Ron was growing impatient. Moreover, he had a distinct feeling that they weren't doing it just so they could be alone together, but because they took some kind of pleasure in leaving him alone with Hermione. He wouldn't have minded about that if it wasn't that more often than not, for one reason or another, they found themselves spending the evenings squabbling. Hermione was sitting in the chair beside him. She seemed to notice that Ron was worried about something and shook her head resignedly.

"Ron, calm down. You'll see; they'll be coming back right now."

"How can I calm down, when my best friend is going around at night, messing around with my poor little sister!" After all, with an invisibility cloak, those two would also have to stay out all night if they wanted.

"Messing around? But what on earth are you talking about? They have been together for more than three weeks now, they are not messing around." Ron mumbled something she did not understand. "And please don't call Ginny your poor little sister. Let me remember that in August she'll be 16 years old."

"I thought Harry was different from all the other guys, but he's just the same."

"He's probably got it from you 'Won-Won'," said Hermione, teasing him.

"Stop it. It's not funny," he barked.

"Oh yes, it is! And the only thing you should be worrying about is that Harry's distracting her from the OWLs." Ron rolled his eyes.

"Of course! He is violating her innocence, and you can not think about anything but her exams."

"Ehm, are we talking about the same Harry and Ginny? Because it is much more likely the opposite, considering the little experience of our friend with girls. And her exams are important." He was about to reply when two figures emerged from the portrait hole. Harry and Ginny hand in hand had just returned to the common room. His best friend was whispering something in Ginny's ear, and she was smiling. Both seemed full of happiness, but Ron did not care at the time.

"Here you are at last! Do you think this is a good time to come back?" Ron asked the couple. How had it come to this point? Suddenly Ron missed the good old days when Ginny was too embarrassed even to stay in the same room together with Harry.

"Oh! Sorry about that, Ron, but don't worry. The next time we're going out late, we'll notify you by owl." At that response, Harry and Hermione laughed amused. Ginny had become much more like Fred and George than Ron wanted to admit. Furious, he headed for the boys' dormitory, urging Harry, through a murderous look, to do the same. The latter resigned decided to follow him, but not before he had turned to Ginny and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Good night, Ginny. Hermione." He said, saluting both girls.

"You and I need to talk." It was the only thing that Ron said, before going upstairs.

-Book Seven-

Ginny was crying. He had seen her do it so many times as a child. Like the time when she complained about not being able to go to Hogwarts yet, or when Charlie had told her some very frightening stories about dragons, or when Fred and George had hidden a death garden gnome under the covers of her bed. And now, after all, this time when he hadn't seen her doing it, here she was, crying again. She was weeping for the death of Fred, for Tonks, Lupin, for her friend, Colin, but although she was crying, Ron couldn't help thinking that his sister had grown up. Now he could no longer deny the obvious. The spoiled child no longer existed.

When she saw the three of them coming back into the Great Hall, his sister came to meet them. Accelerating, she walked toward Harry, who opened his arms to hold her, rocking her gently.

"I missed you so much."

"Me too," Harry replied, holding her even closer and moving a strand of hair from her face.

"Ginny, I want you to know that ..." but she silenced him, stopping him from continuing.

"Harry, please just let me enjoy this moment for a little more." He nodded, placing his lips against Ginny's in a brief kiss that said it all.

"Let's go," Ron said, taking Hermione's hand and dragging her towards the rest of his family. "Let's leave them alone." Hermione looked surprised but smiled. Ron loved that smile.

"Finally! So you've understood that Ginny has grown up."

"Yeah well, it took me a while, but in the end, I understood it." Giving one last peek behind him, he saw the two go hand in hand, making their way out of the Great Hall but he did not care. It was right that Harry and Ginny were having their moment of intimacy. There would be time later on to say something nice to his sister and to make a new kind of speech to Harry about what he could and couldn't do with her.

"You're already thinking about the new speech that you have to do to Harry, don't you?" Hermione asked. Ron couldn't help but smile. She knew him so well.

"Maybe, but trust me, I'll do it for him. It's much better for Harry that I'll be the one who talks to him and not one of my other brothers. Especially Charlie," he answered. Hermione sighed muttering something that sounds like; "Poor Harry."