A/N: A silly, short little outtake from my WIP, "Faintest, Slimmest, Wildest Chance." For those of you who are following that, don't get excited-no, Ron's not back yet.
"Bloody hell, Ginny! Put some clothes on!"
Ron's voice directly outside Charlie's bedroom door woke him from a sound sleep.
"Nobody else gets dressed just to use the loo. Why should I?"
"Nobody else is a girl," Ron retorted.
"So?"
"So, girls are different."
"Your reasoning is rubbish, as usual," Ginny said. "Seven years with Hermione, and that's the best you can come up with?"
Charlie fumbled for his wand and opened his door without getting out of bed. Neither Ron, who was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, nor Ginny, dressed in a vest and knickers, noticed.
"Hermione doesn't walk around in her underwear!"
"Hermione isn't related to almost every male in this house and dating the last one."
Ron stepped into Ginny's space, towering over her. Unfazed, Ginny pointed her nose at the ceiling to glare up at him. Despite her height (or lack of it), she had never been easy to intimidate physically. Charlie assumed with so many of her brothers being several years older, and Bill, Percy, and Ron being unusually tall, she was used to looking up.
"The 'last one' is the one I'm worried about," Ron said.
Ginny crossed her arms. "At least I'm wearing a shirt."
Ron, who was trying to avoid looking at his sister in her underthings, noticed Charlie's open door. "What are you grinning at?"
"The two of you had almost this exact conversation about—oh, must have been twelve years ago. You lost then too, Gin-Gin."
"I haven't lost! Ron has yet to give me a decent reason why—"
"If you keep trying to stall until Harry gets down here, I'll dress you myself," Charlie said.
Ginny scowled at both her brothers and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her. Ron had barely sat down on Bill's old bed when her door reopened, and Ginny appeared in a Gryffindor Quidditch jersey that hung nearly to her knees.
"Well, I reckon that's an improvement," Charlie muttered as she entered the bathroom.
"Not really," Ron said. "That's Harry's jersey."