DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ron, Weasley's, Hermione or chicken's crossed with cinmeras.


Six Goals in One Weasley Year

Blurb …

The Weasley Siblings are nobodies two years after the war. New Year's Eve and a lot of Firewhiskey realises their dreams: to become rich, famous, married, to have a baby, to get that top job and to find true love. Too bad they've only got a year … :RHr HG and others AU AU AU:

AU: This story takes palce in an alternate universe where Ron never met Harry and Hermione on the first day of Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione became best friends and were the ones who went off and saved the world while Ron was the unknown redhead who sat at the back of every class with Seamus and Dean and to a lesser extent, Nevile. This story takes place during the year of 2000.


Chapter One: There's a Broken Lift.

January.

"What the hell are you guys doing?"

Ron and his brothers all looked up from their various spots around the Burrow lounge to see their rather angry-looking sister standing in the doorway to the kitchen. None of them looked non-pulsed at all.

"Er … nothing?" George more or less asked.

"Lazing around our parents' house that we've all since moved out of?" Bill put in.

"Exactly! You're 'lazing around', doing nothing!" Ginny said, sounding increasingly irritated. Ron knew this tone and he jumped slightly when Ginny batted his feet out of the way so she could sit down on the other end of the couch. He'd learnt from experience that you don't mess with Ginny Weasley when she's pissed. "How is this helping us achieve our goals?"

The brothers continued to look non-pulsed.

"What goals?" Percy asked eventually, raising an eyebrow. Ginny only glared at him.

"The goals we all made, Perce," Ginny said with a hard look. "The ones that we all said we'd achieve within a year? The one's you lot obviously don't give a crap about?"

"Oh …" Ron muttered as his brothers' faces lit up as they realised what their sister was on about. "Right, yeah. Ginny, we were all drunk when we made those up. I think our only goal right now is to stay sober until next weekend."

George snickered at this, but Ginny only flicked her wand and sent a cushion flying at him, causing him to fall off the coffee table he was sitting on. "D'you guys even care about making a life for yourselves?"

"They weren't really that realistic, Ginny," Bill said, frowning. "Seriously, a baby within a year? We spent a whole year trying last time … I can't convince Fleur that – to have one within the year! She'd need to be pregnant by March at the latest!"

"Yeah, three months," George shrugged. "That's plenty of time to convince her to talk about it, persuade her to make passionate-baby-making love and create a kid. You've got nothing to worry about, mate; the baby would be gorgeous with Fleur as the mother …"

"Thanks, George. That's really helpful." Bill said sarcastically, leaning back into the armchair he sat in.

"And besides, how am I meant to become famous?" Charlie put in. "I mean, I suppose I could try and catch that wild dragon that's been burning down our forests for months back in Romania … but then I wouldn't be alive to see myself become famous …"

"Right, you need a goal that will keep you alive." Ron snickered. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"You need to believe in yourselves, my brothers," She said. "So c'mon! Stand up, get out there and make something happen!" As she said this, she walked around the room, shoving Ron's legs off the couch again, pulling Percy to his feet and throwing cushions at Bill, Charlie and George. All of them groaned.

"Fine, I will attempt my goal," Charlie said. "But let it be known that it's your conscience that will be in peril if I die, little sister."

Ginny grinned. "I accept the consequences. Anyone else?"

"Likewise: your fault." Percy said, shaking his head.

"I'm going to kill you for this, Ginny."

"I'm never drinking again."

"That's the spirit!" Their sister said cheerfully as the various brothers finally left the Burrow lounge. Eventually it was only Ron and Ginny. He could almost tell what kind of conversation was going to come next.

"So … true love?" He asked before she could.

"So, married?" She countered. He narrowed his eyes.

"I'm sick of having no one," He told her, sitting back down on the couch. "Getting married just seemed like the best option to fix that. Besides," He shot Ginny a look. "Who's to say that I actually have to love her? I just need to get married! You're the one who needs to find 'true love' or whatever the crap."

Ginny folded her arms with dignity. "I can find true love. It'll be easy."

"I wouldn't count on that."

Ginny sighed. "Fine. It'll be the damn hardest thing I've done in my life. But it'll be worth it if I succeed, won't it? Besides, I don't see you jumping up at the chance to marry Lavender."

Ron's insides went cold at the thought. "Ugh. Lavender. Marriage. Don't mention those two things in the same sentence again."

Ginny frowned. "Then what the hell are you doing with her? You don't want to marry her, yet you refuse to chuck her!"

"I'm just used to Lavender," Ron tried to explain. "I know what to expect with her. Going out and trying to find someone else … seems like too much hassle when I have a perfectly good woman already."

"Minus the fact that she drives you insane."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Right."

"So basically you're saying," Ginny said. "You still want to try and achieve your goal, but you don't want to marry Lavender, your current girlfriend. But you don't want to break up with her either? How the hell does that work?"

"It doesn't," Ron said truthfully. He didn't even know what he was going to do. "I know I should probably talk to her. But hell, I wouldn't know what to say …"

Ginny smiled. "I guess we're going with the ever popular 'just wing it, mate'?"

Ron grinned back. "I think so."


Ron had only been to the Ministry a few times – Lavender worked in the International Magical Cooperation department, helping spread Wizarding news throughout the world. Merlin only knew why, considering Ron had always thought she'd do something more … creative with her life. Lavender had always liked the carefree way of doing things (though it was more often than not, the carefree way of not doing things) and he could never imagine Lavender sitting behind a desk all day. Nevertheless, it was her job so Ron respected that.

He wasn't sure how much longer she was going to respect him when he told her he didn't want to marry her. Or break up with her.

Ron sighed, dragging a hand through his hair as he waited for the lift up to her floor. He and Lavender were good together, he thought. Minus the fact that he spent more time hiding from her than he did actually being in her company. Most would probably say that it wasn't really a relationship, but Lavender seemed to be happy …

The lift clattered into view and Ron reluctantly stepped on. There was only one other person in the lift – a young woman with lots of frizzy brown hair, pouring over a piece of parchment and constantly glancing at her watch – along with the usual flock of memos. Ron amused himself for a moment, imagining telling Lavender through one of those memos,

Lavender – My siblings and I all got extremely drunk on New Years and we ended up making these insane goals to achieve within a year. Mine was to get married – not that I want to marry you or anything. So we still on for Friday? Regards, Ron.

Oh yes, she would take that very well.

He leaned against the back wall of the lift, staring at the ceiling and wishing that somehow, something would happen within the next 10 seconds that would stall him reaching Lavender's office. He was just considering asking the boys down at Magical Maintenance to start a thunderstorm all through Level Three when several things happened at once: there came a loud bang, the lift stopped abruptly to a halt as smoke started pouring in through the ceiling, battering the memos and the woman with the parchment shrieked and nearly fell over.

Ron himself had only stayed upright as he was hanging onto the handrail behind him. Coughing and waving his arms through the smoke, he could make out something red flash through the vents above them.

"Wh-what the h-hell?!" He managed to choke. There came another loud bang from above them and he was just starting to panic when all the smoke suddenly disappeared. Momentarily stunned, Ron tried to cough the smoke out of his lungs as he glanced around long enough to notice that the woman had taken out her wand and had obviously vanished the smoke.

"Do you know what happened?" She asked, her eyes streaming. Ron only shook his head.

"Where abouts are we?" He asked. The woman glanced around and pointed out the dial above the doors.

"We're near Level Four, my level." She answered, looking panicked as she glanced at her watch again. Ron glanced up through the vents and saw more red and something that looked a lot like fire … there was a crash and that's when he heard the voices,

Mate, just grab it …! Shit, that looks bad … It's coming at me-! … Bugger this I'm not having my eyebrows singed off … SHIT!

Ron winced as the last curse was obviously yelled simultaneously to another loud bang. "My guess is that those fire-breathing chickens crossed with chimeras have gotten out …" He said as the woman also listened to the pained yells of the men above them. "… I'm not sure if we're getting out any time soon …"

The woman groaned. "This is madness," She said, clearly irritated as she glanced around the lift. "For Merlin's sake, aren't there supposed to be phones in lifts for situations like these?"

"Phones … pardon what?" Ron asked, bewildered. The woman ceased her search, obviously declaring it a lost cause.

"A telephone, it's … oh never mind, I'm muggle-born – my name's Hermione, pleased to meet you." She finished with mock cheerfulness, offering her hand. Ron took it with a smile.

"I'm Ron, it's nice to meet you too," Ron said, noting how Hermione could not keep still. "D'you happen to be late for something?"

"Unfortunately, yes. A job interview," She explained, looking at her watch again. "Which happens to start in two minutes … it was a miracle I even got the interview; it'll be bloody amazing miracle if I get out of this one …"

"I'm sorry this isn't great for you," Ron said, lowering himself to the floor as the men from the Control of Magical Creatures continued the battle above them. "But to be honest, I was hoping for a miracle like this. I was on my way to tell my girlfriend that I don't want to marry her."

He hadn't meant to say that to a complete stranger, but he was going to be stuck with this girl for a few hours, at least from what it sounded like above them. Hermione gave a small smile and sat down next to him, leaning against the back wall. Her frizzy brown hair seemed to be her dominating feature, but Ron noticed she also had brown eyes and happened to be quite pretty, if you looked past all the hair. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't really place where she was from.

"I'd face a mad boyfriend of mine any day than miss this," She said, dropping her paper to the floor in front of her. "Not a lot of places have been that keen to offer me a place at all. Judging from the fact that you know my name, I'm guessing you know who I am by now and why this is."

Ron blinked at the assumption. "Er … to be honest, you look familiar, but I can't remember where you're from … were you in my year at Hogwarts or something?"

Hermione looked faintly amused. "I'm Hermione Granger. My best friend is Harry Potter. Recognise me now?"

It took all he had not to gasp – of course he knew her now! Her face had been blasted on every paper in England, along with the bigger picture of Harry Potter two years ago. She had helped the Chosen One save the bloody world and she had been in his year at Hogwarts, his very class in fact. They had never really talked before, though; Ron had always sat next to his good friend, Neville Longbottom at the back of every classroom.

"Of … of course …" Was what he said, leaning his head back against the wall of the lift. "We were in the same class … I fought in the same battle as you …"

Hermione flinched slightly at the mention of the battle, something Ron also never cared to remember much, but it came to him at that point. In fact, he had saved her once … Harry Potter had been no where in sight, yet that Malfoy git from Slytherin whom he'd never particularly liked had been willing to convince a Death Eater that he was on their team and to kill Hermione if he liked … Ron had punched Malfoy, stunned the Death Eater and caught Hermione before she tripped down the Marble Staircase …

"So you see," Hermione continued as he remembered all this. "People are more than willing to give Harry any job he wants … of course he's with the aurors now, but I'm pretty sure they'd give him Minister for Magic if he wanted it. As for me … I'm just the famous sidekick. Harry deserves those jobs, but no one wants to be the ones accused of giving me a job just because I happen to be on speaking terms with Harry Potter."

Ron had heard of this before in the newspapers, of the injustice of it all. Many battle hero's had had difficulty finding jobs due to their close friendship with Harry Potter, mainly due to Rita Skeeter publishing some mad story about how Harry was a money-flaunter and all those who followed him were galleon-diggers. Ron didn't have anything to worry about as he was working at George's shop as a result of a lack of skills to get jobs elsewhere. But from what he remembered, Hermione had been the brightest witch of their year back at Hogwarts – she should've had the best job in the Ministry …

"That's extremely unfair," Ron said. "You were brilliant at tests and everything."

Hermione gave a sad smile. "Thanks," She answered before looking at her watch again and sighing. "Well, the interview was meant to start five minutes ago. Oh bugger it, I don't really care anymore. It was a shit job anyway."

"That's the idea," Ron said, grinning. This girl was a lot funnier than he originally thought. "But any place in this Ministry would be bloody lucky to have you."

"Again, thanks." Hermione answered. They both then listened to the battle raging above them, of one of the men calling for help and another yelling, 'Merlin's Pants, there's three of them!'

"I think they may be up shit creek without a paddle."

"I think you may be right. Something's telling me that we may be stuck for a while," Hermione said. Ron snickered; he found he didn't really mind having to be stuck for a while. Hermione was interesting company, her sarcastic humour very refreshing from the crass and blunt humour he usually received from his brothers. "So," She said, turning to face him with a smile. "Tell me about this mad girlfriend of yours."

Ron rolled his eyes. "She's not mad. She's more … well, it's hard to explain what she's like. You'll remember her – Lavender Brown?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "That girl in my dormitory who 'borrowed' all of my quills but never gave any back?"

"Erm, yes that's probably the one," Ron cringed slightly. "I guess you two didn't get along that well?"

"Get along?" Hermione gave a laugh. "We'd have to talk to each other in order to try and get along! For the most part, she completely ignored me. Except when she was 'borrowing' my quills or trying to get the answers to the homework she forgot to do. How in the world did you end up with her?"

"Sometimes, I don't know myself," Ron thought back to the day he had bumped into her, about a month after the battle. "We saw each other, started talking and before I knew it, she had asked me out. We were together for a bit in Sixth Year, and I've … well, I've never been known for being the ladies man, and a girl actually fancied me, so …"

"So you decided any girl was better than no girl?" Hermione asked. Ron snorted with laughter. Hermione sighed. "Well you're better than me," She said. "I seem to only go after Quidditch players … maybe it's the muscles, I don't know …"

"Quidditch players? Anyone famous?" Ron asked eagerly.

Hermione smirked at him. "Victor Krum?"

Ron thought the bottom of his mouth may have fallen off. "Victor Krum? The Bulgarian seeker? You've gone out with him?" He asked in amazement.

"During the Triwizard Tournament, remember?" Hermione asked. "I went to the Yule Ball with him."

"Good Merlin …" Ron remembered now. He remembered the Ball – he'd hated it, but he never would've guess that the gorgeous girl that went with Krum was Hermione … "That was you?"

"Amazing what hair potions can do, right?"

"Right …" Ron didn't think he could handle any more reminiscing. He was starting to remember much more than he did before meeting Hermione. "You looked-" His comment was cut off however, by a triumphant shout from above them, I've got it!

"Hopefully that means we can get out of here!" Hermione said cheerfully, glancing at her watch. Her face fell. "Well, I'm officially thirty six minutes late for my interview. I guess I'm back to making tea."

"Tea?" Ron asked as they stood up. The wizards in the roof were shouting down, apologising to whoever was in the lift for the holdup.

"I work at a café in Diagon Alley," Hermione answered. "Rosie's – it's on a corner of a side street, just past Flourish and Blots. You should come visit me – I get awfully bored when there are no customers to serve."

"I – ok." Ron said, smiling. The Lift finally started moving again.

When they reached Hermione's floor and the doors clattered open, Ron had a thought. "Hermione – you do realise that we could have simply apparated out of there the entire time?"

Hermione's eyes went wide before she smacked her forehead with her palm. "Merlin's pants, you're right! How did I forget magic as simple as that? I guess we were both distracted …" She added, glancing back at the lift. There were black burn marks all around the doors to the lifts and Ron could hear the wizards who had tried to capture the chickens/chimeras complaining and swearing a corridor beyond.

However Ron didn't think it was the chicken/chimera that had been distracting.


"Holy shit, what died in here?"

Charlie's exclamation echoed throughout the abandoned store as George pulled a sheet off the front counter. He, Charlie and Bill all ended up choking on the tonnes of dust that billowed up. "Scorgify!" Bill coughed out and the dust vanished.

"Thanks," George said, peering around the counter. Charlie wasn't exactly sure what he was looking out for, but in Weasley's Wizards Wheezes, he guessed it could be anything.

"Maybe the Pygmy Puffs have been breeding …" Bill suggested, the dust making crunching sounds as he stepped through it.

"I am not cleaning this place up if it's possible I will come across thousands of those things," Charlie said in disgust. "I already have to live with Arnold sneaking into my bed every other night. And he belongs to Ginny, not me."

"Don't worry, she said she would look after them when I closed up the shop," George answered. "Dunno what she did with them, but considering our sister, it could've been anything …"

"Why do we ever listen to her?" Charlie mused as they each started unpacking boxes from the shelves.

"She is the reason we're here in the first place," Bill agreed, shoving open a box and vanishing the dust before he could choke on it again. "It feels odd … being back here. It's like …"

"You can feel him?" Charlie asked. Bill glanced over at George's back, visible from over the front counter.

"Yeah." He said.

Charlie sighed. He felt it too. It had been over a year since Fred had died and George still shut down anything to do with him. Of course since Fred was half his life, it meant George had practically shut down himself. Things should have gotten easier over time, but … even though it had been over a year, nearly two in fact, they were facing the shop before any of them were ready to admit they even missed him, thanks to Ginny and her stupid goals.

"At least George has a way of making himself rich," Charlie said. "And you have Fleur at least. What do I have?"

"A family, Charlie," Bill reminded him. "Who would do anything for you. Remember that, please? Before you go charging off, trying to become famous."

"When do I ever go charging off?" Charlie grumbled, accepting the box Bill had handed him. Setting it down, he started unpacking whatever was in there.

Bill snorted, unpacking his own box. "Please, your middle name should be 'charging off'! You went charging off to Hogwarts – the year I was meant to go. It took us nearly a week to find you! You went charging off to Romania to wrestle with dragons. You went charging off to join the order. You went charging off into battle. You went-"

"All right, I get it," Charlie cut his brother off. "I 'charge off'. But this is something I need to charge off for. How do I become famous if I don't do something stupid?"

"I don't know, write a book!" Bill said, sounding alarmed. "Please don't do something stupid – I was only joking about wrestling dragons!"

Charlie grinned. "Well, now that you mention it-"

"Charlie!"

"Joking!" He said, as Bill punched him on the shoulder. "Besides, your goal is just as impossible. I thought you and Fleur and given up trying to have a child?"

"Well, she has," Bill looked saddened. "I'll have to convince her somehow … I don't know how to do it, Charlie. I just can't argue with her …" He glanced over at George again. "At least George has a way."

They remained silent for a while and Charlie knew that they were both thinking the same thing. "Will he be able to handle opening the shop again? I know it's been about a year and a half now, but still …"

"I really don't know, Charlie. I really don't know."


Percy sighed as he practically fell into a cosy chair at the café. He didn't normally go to Rosie's – he found the tea a bit too strong – but it was pouring outside and he really needed a hot drink.

"Can I help you?" Came a voice and he looked up wearily. The girl serving him seemed to be staring at him intently.

"Can I help you?" Percy asked her, noting she hadn't even tapped the quick quotes quill to start writing his order. The girl shook her head slightly.

"I'm sorry," She said. "It's just … you're Percy Weasley, aren't you? Ron's brother?"

"I am," Percy answered. He didn't recognise the brown-haired girl and he was surprised she recognised him – he had gone straight from work to helping George sort through the load of crap that had taken up residence in the shop. He was completely covered in dust. "Sorry, do I know you?"

"My name's Hermione Granger," The girl said. "I was in Ron's year at Hogwarts and I think you were Prefect my First Year."

"Oh, you're the marvellous Granger?" Percy asked in amazement. He'd heard the name countless of times throughout the Ministry. Not only did she aid Harry Potter in defeating You-Know-Who, but she was apparently an extremely gifted witch. "Practically everyone at the Ministry raves about you! What are you doing working in a café?"

Hermione blushed slightly and tapped the quill to life. "I've depended on Harry most of my life in the Wizarding World and when I couldn't afford the tuition fees for the Magical Creatures department, I wanted to earn the money myself. Would you like to order anything?"

Percy was surprised at Hermione's answer, but ordered a tea and a muffin.

Percy hadn't personally known the girl at Hogwarts. Ron would have a better chance at knowing her than he did but he wasn't even sure if Ron had said more than two words to the girl before. Everyone at the Ministry knew how bright she was; he found it amazing that she was working here of all places. He watched Hermione take his order back to the counter and converse with the pretty, dark-haired woman who was apparently in charge of the making of the drinks. Wands flew, hot water poured and Percy had his muffin and tea in record time.

"Here you are." Hermione said cheerfully, handing him his order. Percy thanked her and she made to turn back to the counter when he had an idea.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?" She asked, turning back around.

"You seriously want a job at the Ministry?"

Hermione gave him a look. "What did you have in mind?"

Percy didn't know if he should mention the long, chaotic story that was the goals he and his brothers had made so he simply said, "The top job for me is open right now – senior personal assistant to the Minister," He explained. "And I could recommend you to Shacklebolt myself to have my current job – Junior Assistant. It's not in the Magical Creatures department, but it's a good way to start making contacts, to get in there."

Hermione sat down in the chair opposite him. "But why would you offer up your job?" She asked.

"Well, that's when I become selfish," Percy admitted. "If you're perfect for my job, then the Minister needs to put me somewhere – and the top job is the next place up for me …"

Hermione narrowed her eyes, but Percy could see a smile. "So you want to partially use me to get a promotion?"

"Partially," Percy said, wincing at the thought of what his mother would say to him. "But it would be beneficial for you as well. For some of these jobs you need to claw your way in, or you'll just get spat out. It can be pretty cruel."

"I never would have guessed," Hermione said, grinning. "Percy Weasley is a sneaky, manipulative little wizard. At Hogwarts I thought you were a bit of a stick in the mud."

Percy grinned back. "My brothers greatly underestimate me."

"I think you might have a deal, Percy," Hermione said. "Come here tomorrow and we can sort something out."

"Hermione!" The woman behind the counter yelled. "You're working, remember?"

"Sorry, Audrey!" Hermione yelled back, standing up quickly. The woman laughed at Hermione's stricken face.

"It's all right, love." She said back, smiling.

Hermione made to leave, but she turned to face him. "We're making that deal," She told him. "Come in tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yes." Was all he said. He liked that girl – he wondered why Ron had never talked to her. That brother of his could've used someone like her in his life.


"I never asked you two weeks ago - how did talking to Lavender go?" Ginny asked Ron, directing her plate over to the kitchen table with her wand. Sunday Night Dinner's at the Burrow had become something of a tradition and any tradition that contained food was eagerly upheld with the Weasley brothers.

Ron shook his head as he sat down next to her. "I didn't, Ginny." He said.

"What?" She said, wide-eyed. "But you went to the Ministry and everything … I made sure you went myself."

"Well, there was a broken lift," Ron tried to explain. Or well, he wasn't sure if the fact that Ron had spent more time thinking about Hermione than Lavender herself this past month could ever be explained. "Some creature on fire or another made it break down between floors and I was stuck in it for half an hour or so."

"Trust Ron to break the lift." George snorted into his mashed potatoes. Mrs Weasley whacked him on the back of the head as she followed her sons to the table.

"Don't make fun of your bother," She warned. "Listen to him. Continue your story of breaking the lift, Ron."

"Er, all right," Ron said. He saw Bill and Charlie exchange looks. "Someone was stuck in the lift with me … Hermione Granger?"

If Ron's family wasn't shocked before, they were shocked now.

"Granger?" Bill repeated.

"As in Harry Potter's friend?" Ginny asked. "Wasn't she in the year above me at Hogwarts? Your year?"

"She was," Ron said. "And … well, I'd never really talked to her before but I have to say, it was nothing like talking to Lavender. Lavender's … erm, nice-"

"Nice to snog, you mean." George muttered and this time both Mrs Weasley and Ginny whacked him.

"-But Hermione was …" What? Incredible? Amazing? Ron knew neither of those words would make this all right. "… Interesting."

"And Merlin forbid Ron should go after an interesting girl," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "It's a miracle you found Lavender!"

"I'm not going after-" Ron began.

"I met Hermione," Percy said suddenly, causing all of the siblings to glance at him. "About a week ago – she was working at that café in Diagon Alley, Rosie's?" Ron recognised the place Hermione had mentioned. "I-" He cut himself off. "I … got to talk to her. She seemed nice."

Ron exchanged a look with his sister as they both clearly realised that Percy was up to something (which was a statement that was rarely used). But then, their goals seemed to have turned them all into complete nutcases. "You met Hermione?" Ron repeated, amazed.

"I did," Percy said, smiling. "She's a sharp girl, that one. I wouldn't mind going back to see her."

"I think that's partly because you were busy eyeing the witch behind the counter last time you practically dragged me there …" George said, earning another whack, this time from Percy. "OI! Stop hitting me!"

"I really don't want to know what all this is about," Mrs Weasley said, sighing as she stood up. "Your father will be home from work soon and I think I'll wait for him outside. George, no more offensive comments. Ginny, don't you dare even think about throwing some of those potatoes at your brother-"

"Which one?" Ginny said, sniggering.

"Any of them," Mrs Weasley shot her a look. "Ron, try not to get on the bad side of this Hermione girl, she sounds like a keeper and Bill, Charlie-" The two glanced up, looking almost guilty. Their mother had the ability to make them feel guilty, even when they hadn't done anything. "-please make sure your bothers and sister don't do anything that will land them in Azkaban. I love you all!" And she left the kitchen.

"It's scary how she does that." Charlie noted.

"Are we going to tell Mum and Dad about our goals?" Percy asked. Ron and his brothers all turned to their sister, who seemed to be the Mistress in charge of this whole fiasco-waiting-to-happen.

"No," She said, shaking her head. "Mum will fuss and Dad will try to help. Besides-" She gave Ron a look he knew well – a sneaky, kind of scary look. "-I think we've done pretty well on our own so far. Haven't we Ron?"

Ron's eyes went wide. "I – I am not going to marry Hermione!"

"Of course not," Ginny said, leaning back on her chair. "My brothers, the goals have begun."


A/N: And that was January. There's a lot more Weasley to come! I'm sorry this didn't come out sooner, but like i said, i won't be able to update this every week like i've done for my previous stories. I would love to, but i seriously don't have the time for it now that i'm at Uni.

So i hope you all liked it! Thank you for the reviews so far, they are seriously appreciated!

Until next time-

-Moon. : D