Ron's POV.
I was making some sandwiches for Hermione to take to work with her when a very alarmed Ginny burst through out back door, without knocking, thank you very much.
'Ginny,' I said in all politeness. I really had perfected this over the years, although it could have been Hermione drilling into me about people's feelings and stuff. 'Everything okay?' I asked. To be honest, I was more worried about my wife doing a god damn night shift.
'Not really,' she answered. 'Has Harry come here within the past hour?' She looked pretty out of breath and scared. Had something bad happened to Harry that I didn't know about? Probably not, if it was important she'd say it outright, by not saying it I know it's some crap about their relationship. Good lord, they have more problems than a frickin' giant trying to have sex with a man. Although, Hagrid was proof that does happen.
'No, Ginny,' I answered patiently, carrying on with the sandwiches. 'What did you do this time? Open your big gob?' My sister annoyed the hell out of me now. She was known as "Harry Potter's Wife" these days. I bet no one even knows she used to be a Weasley, I'll bet she hides it. I knew Harry didn't, and he and I still got on, as long as we didn't talk about Ginny. He knew I could rant about her for hours.
'Ronald!' Hermione had just walked in, and obviously caught me saying something I shouldn't have. Had no idea what though. Humph. 'Did you really have to be so horrible to her?' I loved Hermione, I really did, but as usual, she does get on my last nerve. I'm surprised I have any left. She turned to Ginny for the first time, about to apologise. She took one look at her a said, 'I'm cancelling my shift.'
What? Was there something going on between those two? Something Harry and I didn't know about? Or maybe Harry did, and he hadn't gotten round to telling me yet because he knew Ginny would look here quickly. My imagination ran wild. My wife and my sister? In bed? Together?
'Ha!' I snorted. Unfortunately, I hadn't quite mastered the art of not saying thoughts yet.
'What, Ron?' God, this bitch is demanding. No wonder I love her so much. A goofy smile came to my face. 'What are you smiling at? Is there something you find funny about your own sister's pain? I sometimes wonder why I married you, you know,' she spat.
'I don't,' I mumbled, hurt. My face fell and I could tell she was starting to soften.
'Ron,' she crooned. 'I didn't mean it like that; I just wished that you could be more understanding. I mean, obviously something has gone wrong with Harry, which is why Ginny is so upset. Surely you can understand, empathise? You're not totally cold hearted, Ron. I know you want to know what this is about as much as I do.'
I love Hermione, I thought to myself, blissfully. I knew, in my mind, I'd decided to stay and hear Ginny out, of she would get to the point sometime today.
She had started whimpering and I could catch random words coming out of her mouth. 'Tonks,'... 'Harry,'... 'Early,'... 'Gone,'... and then she'd break down into tears. How did Hermione stand this, when sometimes she acted like she couldn't stand me?