Been awhile, so I thought I should update.

Don't own, yada yada.

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She's fire.

Her hair and eyes and the very essence of her are living embers that singe him.

It doesn't help that she flaunts around in skimpy little outfits and dances to seductive tunes when they are alone in the house and it doesn't help that he feels his pants tightening when she begs him to dance with her when he finally relents and it really doesn't help at all when she presses her body up real close to him, smiling at his perspiring form.

"We should do this again, Ron. Maybe later in the week, at night." She adds the last to be clear of her meaning and the male gulps and nods and finishes with a cracked voice of affirmation, a sign of his puberty, hers already having come.

He dreads the night to come and tries whatever which way he can to get out of the situation that has inevitably befallen upon him. His best friend Harry is no help as he snogs dear little grief ridden Cho and Hermione isn't speaking to him due to the pair of panties she happened upon in his belongings, he told her the truth, told her they were Ginny's but she refused to believe that the laundry got mixed up.

Unfortunately, he never told her that the laundry didn't get mixed up and Ginny had placed them there deliberately.

So, when his mother and father and his long list of brothers bid him goodnight as they go off to another one of their exclusions, even though they hardly have the money for such things, he whimpers in anxiety as he waves goodbye and tries to hide underneath his covers until morning rises.

The bed idea for a hiding place wasn't a very good one.

When the door creaks open loudly for it's old and wooden, and her soft pit-pat of steps glide across the floorboard, he groans in anticipation and she giggles softly and-

"Boo!" she throws his cover off and scares him half to death as he tumbles backwards to the floor-and he's fifteen! He shouldn't be afraid of some thirteen year old going on fourteen! "Got'cha I did, why, you nearly wet yourself!"

"Shut it Ginny, you shouldn't be here, just go on back up to your room and leave me be, I'm tired."

"It's only seven thirty; you seriously can't be a log, that's just rubbish." He frowns and turns his head after scrambling back up to his bed and she plops down beside him and stares openly with a grin on her face at him, awaiting a reaction.

She's given one when he yells for her to get out and she jumps off the bed with mild surprise before bending forward, hands on her knees, fiery hair dangling down beside her, and mouths words he doesn't quite get at first.

"What?"

"Not. On. Your. Life."

Here is where she jumps him, pounces on him and straddles him, he's struggling and cursing and why is his sister doing this! but the reaction is clear as she grins down happily at him. "Looks like your happy, aren't you Ron?" Another moan from him although this time it borders pleasure and then she's rubbing up and down and there's no possible way she knows exactly what's she's doing and he has to end this now!

"Ginny! This is wrong! Where did you even learn about all this? You're much too young for all this so get off and go back to your room you silly girl!" She stops her movements for a moment and looks down at him with crystalline eyes; it looks as though she's lifeless for a mere moment before she frowns and leans forward.

"But mom and dad do it."

"That's because they're married Gin! And Older and-and-in love!"

She looks up at the ceiling while sitting back, still hovering her parts over all of his that are just not ready to stop throbbing and reacting and she snaps her fingers and looks at him with a beam to her face. "Alright then, I've got it! We can go get married when I'm eighteen, that way we will be older and married and then we are set!"

"No, no, it doesn't work like that, you can only marry a person of no blood relation to you, Gin, stop talking all this nonsense and go before mom and dad and George and Fred and everyone comes on home! I don't know whatever could have made you think this but-"

"Your diary."

"...what?" She sits upon him again with a little bounce and he throws his head back in a whine. Why hasn't he just taken her by the waist and tossed her overboard?

"Your diary-" "Journal." "Oh, fine, journal, if you must be so manly. I read it, you want me, I want you, and so I thought this was what I had to do."

Pale as a sheet of paper as he gawks at her and oh, thaaaat's why he hasn't thrown her out yet.

"We already have the love thing down, don't we?"

"Perverted lust is not love Ginny."

And then he realizes he's just extinguished that fire, for she really was in love with him as she gets up and off him and he really was in love with her as he watches her walk backwards, out the door, a small 'oh' in her wake before she turns to run.

But simple simplicities such as society morals demands such great quantity from us and Ron was always fond of chess, wanting to be a knight but always falling as a pawn, he'd never fall out of line, never stand up against something that, even though to him, meant the world, was in the view of others, just plain wrong.

A pawn is a pawn will forever be a pawn, and two pawns can never hope to make something out of everything if the chess board didn't see fit.