When The Weasley's Found Out About Harry And Ginny

Ron and Ginny had returned home from Hogwarts earlier that day, not waiting to catch the Hogwarts Express the next day but leaving with their family shortly after Dumbledore's funeral. Everyone, except Arthur who had had to check up on something at work, was gathered around the crowded table as a 'Welcome Home' meal to the two youngest children, but with it having just been the funeral of whom they all considered to be their leader, conversation was rather forced. However the smells of the turkey wafting around rendered a good distraction to the clan that they were one-down, Percy, and as the thought approached Molly she set down her cutlery and grasped at a topic of conversation.

"So, what's happening between you and - Dean, was it? – Ginny, dear? I've not heard much about him in your letters for a while." Thinking about it, that was entirely true, but Molly had only just really realised it.

Molly saw the snide look between her youngest two siblings, and wondered why Ron seemed to be stifling a laugh.

"We broke up ages ago," She replied shortly, sending a look of daggers Ron's way.

"The effects of love potions wear off fairly quickly, you see," Fred explained.

Molly looked at Ginny in surprise. "You didn't-"

"No, I did not dose him with love potion!" Ginny exclaimed, swatting her brother's arm.

"Same can't be said for Fred," George grinned.

"I'm telling you, I got that Muggle girl into bed purely on charms and good looks," Fred argued.

Molly looked up at our sons in horror. Whilst somewhere in the back of her mind was the seed of doubt that perhaps her of-age sons weren't as… naïve as she had hoped, she couldn't believe they would be this blunt about it. At the dinner table as well! In front of young Ron and Ginny! She opened her mouth but was hastily, almost tactically, interrupted by the offenders.

"We're kidding mum!" They declared together.

"Either way, you will not imply about such vulgar topics such as those in front of your little brother and sister at the dinner table, or anywhere else for that matter!" She admonished. Nobody really believed them, but that didn't mean Molly didn't want to. "Regardless of whether you were joking or not, I thought I'd bought you up to have more respect for women-"

"We do, mum," Fred assured her.

"Anyway, weren't we talking about Ginny and Dean?"

"ah yes, so what was this you were on about breaking up, Ginny?" Fleur asked in interest. "It's not a sensiteev topic, is it?"

"Smooth change of subject, George," Charlie muttered.

"There is no me and Dean," Ginny stated, and stabbed a potato with more than necessary force to exemplify her point, "there is no me and anyone."

Molly noticed the slightly confused look that Ron shot at Ginny, before whispering something to her, to which she frowned as her only reply.

"Well, you're better off without a boyfriend anyway," Molly comforted her.

Ron snorted and sent an amused grin at Ginny. Molly watched with curiosity as the younger girl didn't return it.

"So," Ron asked casually. "You don't think there's any boy she'd be better off with?"

"Ronald, are you trying to make things difficult for your sister?" Molly asked sharply. "She's bound to be grieving her break up."

"Les hommes," Fleur replied in agreement, rolling her eyes.

"Actually," Ginny shot an infuriated look in Fleur's direction. "I'm rather over that break up."

"Good. You should stay single for a while now, Ginny," Bill decided gratefully.

"You do not need a boy to define you," Fleur agreed in an attempt at being the consoling older sister.

Ron looked at Ginny. "I guess now's not the best time to tell her about who you're currently dating then, is it?"

"You're going out with someone again?" Fred looked up in interest. Ginny opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, but shut it again rather abruptly, as though she couldn't quite conjure the words.

"Already?" Molly asked in a way that was supposed to be confused, but came off to be more disapproving.

George turned seriously to Ron, "Do we need to give this bloke a, uh, warning?"

Fred nodded solemnly, "We have a few things up our sleeves that we've been saving for right this moment."

"You could try," Ron laughed. "But the guy would be able to kick both of you arses with just a flick of his wand."

"Doubtful," Fred scoffed arrogantly.

"How would you know, anyway, Ron?" Charlie asked. "Had a bit of a run in with him? Is he not good enough for young Ginny?"

"If that's the case and he kicked your ass, it wouldn't matter because we're on a different calibre to you."

"Oh please," Bill snorted. "Because of who they're best friends with, Ron - and Hermione – have had way more action than the rest of us put together!"

There was a pause for a moment as everyone in the kitchen took in the unintentional double meaning behind Bill's words. Then everyone bursted out in hearty laughter for the first time that evening, as Ron sat there turning an unappealing plummish colour, with Molly unsure of how to react, so she settled on changing the subject onec the laughter had been reducsed to chuckles.

"Who is it, Ginny?"

"Is he good looking?" Fleur asked interestedly. It was obvious to the extent of which she revelled in this knowledge and goosip.

"It better not be that Michael again," Fred stated brashly.

"He was a right tosser," George agreed.

"You liked him before we started going out," Ginny pointed out. "Would help him out at the DA if he needed it. But no, I don't go back for sloppy seconds."

"Do we know him?" Charlie asked.

"You know the guy Ron's on about," Ginny said as Charlie's face took one of which was in hard thought. "but-"

"It's not Mrs. Longbottom's grandson, is it?"

"Neville?" Fred seemed disgusted.

"You're going out with Neville Longbottom?" George looked appalled.

"The one you went to the Yule Ball with?"

"Oh!" fleur exclaimed unnecessarily. "I remember that boy, he spilt Pumpkin Juice all down my dress! Took me about ten scouring charms to get it out!"

Fred and George looked anywhere but at Fleur, both thinking exactly the same things of how it would be unnecessary now to point out that it was only because of their tripping jinx that her had conveniently landed on Fleur.

"Personally I thought you could have done much better than him," she continued, blissfully unaware.

"Neville is my good friend," Ginny said in a way that told Fleur she was not to speak bad of him. "And that is all."

"I'm glad," Molly said. "Not that I don't like Neville – he's a lovely boy – it's just, Dean was in Ron's year and I didn't really want to say anything at the time because he seemed to make you happy… but I wasn't comfortable with you going out with someone that much older than you - as old as one of your brothers."

Bill protectively agreed, "Especially as we know the inner workings of their minds." He said pointedly looking at Fred and George, who smiled innocently back, and pretended to look over their shoulders as though Bill was speaking to someone else.

Ron looked at Ginny again, who had paled slightly, and this time couldn't smother his laughter.

"I think Ronnikins knows something," Fred deducted.

"And we don't say that about him often," Acknowledged George.

"What were you laughing at?" Charlie inquired.

"Well, it's just that he is older than her," Ron admitted, and Ginny trod on his foot beneath the table.

"… he does go to Hogwarts - right?" Bill confirmed warily, almost scared of the answer.

"Hey, do you think I'd be okay with them going out if he didn't?" Ron demanded, looking insulted. "He's in my dorm!"

"Ginny, by the rate you're going-" George begun.

"you'll have exhausted all of the boys in Gryffindor sixth year by the time they leave next year!" Finished Fred.

"I did that once," Charlie admitted wistfully. "Only 6th year Gryffindor girls. Those were the days."

"May I remind you that Ron is in that dormitory?" Ginny asked in disgust.

"You know what we meant," George brushed aside.

"SO that leaves… the Irish bloke?"

"Oh, what's he like?" Fleur asked conversationally.

"you're telling me that I'm gonna have little leprechaun nieces and nephews?" George asked, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

"never liked that one," Fred mused

"Not after how much of a prick he was to Harry after all the stuff in the prophet last year," His twin agreed.

"He doesn't support Harry?" Molly asked sharply. "or get along with him? Ginny, not that I'm not really happy for you, but I'd have thought you'd have more sensitivity-"

"I'm not dating Seamus!" Ginny exclaimed. "Or any-"

"Don't worry mum, her boyfriend supports Harry's cause one hundred percent," Ron chuckled to himself.

"I don't have a boyfriend!" Ginny burst exasperatedly.

"You do too," Ron exclaimed, surprised that she'd even bother to lie about it now.

"No i do not!"

"You've been his girlfriend for about three months!" Ron argued. They'd all have found out soon enough anyway, what with him coming to stay for summer as he usually did.

"Ginny?" Molly asked in surprise.

"You've both really gooey and kissing whenever you get the chance!" Ron continued.

"And you, uh, didn't bother to put a stop to that, Ron?" George asked.

"Or at least embarrassed them both until they coulnd't look each other in the eye?" Fred suggested.

"Wel no – listen. It's quite disgusting to be honest with you, and you know me… I'd have complained more about it if I didn't think he deserved the happiness after everything…"

"Ay well, there's no point in lying about it now Ginny," Fred patted her on the back, his meal quite forgotten.

"She may have wanted to keep eet priveet, Ron!" Fleur admonished.

"It's not like you wouldn't have all found out about it soon enough," Ron said defensively. "Not the way they're practically attached at the hip. Honestly, I've never seen either of them giggle or - or flirt so much in my entire life!"

"So let's get this straight," George interrupted.

Fred continued, "You're not dating Neville, Dean, Seamus,"

"Or Ron," George added, earning a series of disgusted looks from the family.

"But he's in that dorm."

"But that only leaves…"

"It leaves no one." Ginny said, pushing back her chair and standing up. "He dumped me this morning, if you must know."

Ron's mouth bobbed open as Ginny strode across the kitchen as expressions of contrasting realisation and shock dawned on all of the Weasley's faces. Ginny stopped in the doorway and turned around, rubbing her blazing eyes harshly as though forcing her tears to not spill over - at the exactly the same time as Arthur crashed open the door.

"Sorry I'm late chaps, got caught up at work! Hope I didn't-"

"My boyfriend was Harry," Ginny said exasperatedly. "Harry Potter."

"- miss anything."