Author's Notes: Making this one about Harry and Romione would have been too easy.
tocar el violin - (idm.) a person who uncomfortably accompanies an amorous couple [Chilean Spanish]
Before he and Ginny had gotten together, Harry had been very stressed about Ron's reaction. Harry was relieved to find him largely accepting, however, and he was truly grateful that Ron didn't see a conflict between their friendship and his romantic life.
Unfortunately, Harry forgot one thing: Ginny had five other brothers.
"Oh, you two are going to Diagon Alley? I'll come along."
Ginny crossed her arms. "We're just going to lunch, Charlie," she said, with an edge in her voice.
"Good, I'm feeling a bit peckish. Tell you what, I'll even pay."
Harry wasn't quite sure how he made that sound like a threat, but the way that he glared certainly wasn't helping.
"I cannot believe all of them!" Ginny raged, slamming her bedroom door once Charlie had gone.
Harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "They are a bit over-protective, aren't they?"
"I mean, for goodness' sake! They've known you for, what, eight years now? And more to the point, I am an adult! They have no business butting in on my—"
Suddenly they heard someone banging on the door. "Is Harry in there?! Ginny, you know you're not supposed to close this door when you two are alone!"
Harry groaned.