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A/N: Well I wrote this one for my twin sister also and it's still about the Weasleys so I thought I'd call it a second chapter since I'm too lazy to come up with another title. However, this has absolutely nothing else to do with the first part of Weasley Wednesday. I'm thinking about doing a few more. Just a bunch of vignettes about life in the Burrow. Anyway, this one is from a grown-up Ginny's point of view.

Special Thanks: To Docky and to Lady Reena for betaing.

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I have six brothers: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron. Six. I'm the only girl-the baby. My parents must have wanted a girl and kept going until they got one. That, or one day they woke up and thought, "Oh my god! We have seven children!" That would stop anyone dead in his or her tracks. I don't plan on having many children myself. I can get my fill of whiny babies by hanging around with my brothers.

I look in the mirror and see a beautiful woman; I can't believe it's me. I've grown up a lot in the last few years. Even the filled out figure, the long, silky, red hair and bright, brown eyes won't stop them from treating me like a child. I'm the one they need to protect. I smile because sometimes, that's nice. But mostly it's just annoying.

"Supper," Charlie yells from downstairs.

I drop my hairbrush and bound down the stairs along with all my brothers. George pushes Fred out of the way. Fred jumps on George's back and tries to tackle his twin. Percy yells at them. Ron trips and falls down the stairs. The entire Burrow shakes when the Weasley children are called to meals.

"Coming!" Fred shouts back.

"I know," Charlie zings. "I can tell by the shouts of 'stampede' from the villagers whose homes are about to be trampled underfoot." He winks at me.

We all sit down in unison. I can't help but notice two chairs at either end of the table that remain empty. Arthur and Molly Weasley, better known as Mum and Dad, are off on a well-deserved holiday. Their seven grown-up children had decided it was a crime to leave the Burrow empty, so we all came home for some parentless sibling bonding.

There are nine chairs crammed around the tiny dinner table. (Dad had to put a spell on it so it would be larger than it appeared.) Each of us has his or her own spot at the table. When we grow up and move away, our chairs remain vacant out of respect. When guests come over, a new chair has to be added because they can't use one of our seats. There's a rumor that this habit started when Bill went away to Egypt and he cursed his chair so that if anyone other than him sat there, they would never be able to get up. He didn't want Charlie to get cozy in his spot. That might just have been something Fred and George told me, but Bill looks awful proud of himself as he sits down.

I looked around at the faces of my brothers. One time I tried to count all of our freckles, but lost count somewhere around 200. We are all very different, despite our similar redheaded facades. (Although it's hard to confuse me with the boys, but it's been done. My Grandmother Weasley was as blind as a bat.) People always make fun of us Weasleys because of our distinctive hair and because there are so many of us. When I was little, Bill always told me other families were jealous because us Weasleys could field our own Quidditch team. To this day, part of me still believes that.

Anyone would be proud to be a Weasley.

Percy buries his head inside some book he's reading. It looks really boring. Fred and George keep their heads together and talk rapidly in hushed tones. They're up to something, we all know it. They're always up to something. Bill is the only one who attempts to keep an eye on them, only because Mum made him.

Ron turns to me with a smile. "How've you been, Gin?" he asks politely then passes me the rolls.

"All right," I answer then ask him about Harry and Hermione. It's been awhile since I've seen Ron. I'm slightly uncomfortable because I can recall times, not long ago, when I told Ron almost everything. I think things started to change when he graduated Hogwarts and I stayed behind for another year. It was strange being on my own for the first time in my life. I was just "Ginny" after being "one of those Weasleys" for so many years. I did a lot of self-discovery that year.

Sadly, a consequence of that was growing apart from my brothers. We all used to be best friends. Mum and Dad never let us go into the Muggle village. Since there weren't any other wizard families nearby, we were forced to make our own fun. I have stories from my childhood that would make you pee your pants. I hadn't realized how much I missed them until this morning when I walked through the door of the Burrow and saw them all sitting in the kitchen. It was like stepping back in time. I want them back in my life and I can tell by the expressions on their faces that they feel the same way.

Charlie brings the rest of the food in and the room falls into silence besides the occasional loud chewing noise. I can vividly recall times when the nine of us would be all squashed around the table trying to grab the food before anyone else could. Trust me, six growing boys can eat as much food as a small country. They could get nasty about it too. The only way for me to get any food was to shove it all down before they could steal it from me. She who eats the fastest, gets the most.

Without fail, George always points at my plate and says something that comes out garbled because his mouth is stuffed. I had him my plate, knowing very well that he meant to say was: "Are you going to finish that?" He grins gratefully before shoving my leftovers into his mouth. Fred looks jealous that he didn't think of that.

This is our ritual. This is home.

At the end of the meal, Charlie lets out a long, sated groan. I hold cover my mouth trying not to giggle. "That good huh? Want a cigarette?" Bill jokes. I laugh even harder but try not to show it.

"Indeed! Most girls aren't that good." He makes an inappropriate face.

Percy looks up from his book at Bill and Charlie disapprovingly. "Is this really appropriate meal-time conversation?"

"Mum would have a fit..." Fred chuckles.

"Mum wouldn't understand..." Ron assures him.

"I don't know, Ron. She's had seven kids, I think she knows how it works." Bill's eyes twinkle. "She certainly knows more than you," he adds in jest. Ron goes red.

All my brothers except Ron and Percy, laugh. I make a face. Long ago, I figured out that my parents must have had sex. I just don't like to think about it. Plus, mental images of my parents going at it aren't exactly what I need while I'm digesting.

"Come on guys! Not in front of Ginny," Fred shouts protectively, mistaking my look for something else. George nods his head in agreement. All my brothers clam up and stare at me. They all wear guilty looks like I just caught them steal something from the cookie jar. It's funny seeing as they were the ones who corrupted me at a very young age. I found Fred and George's magazines once when I was a first year and didn't go into their room again until after they graduated Hogwarts.

I stifle my giggles. "You guys don't have to do that. I know about sex. In fact, I've done it." They look at me in horror, shock and disgust. They must be thinking: "Not my innocent little sister!" I can't hold in my laughter anymore.

"What?" Charlie demands.

"You have?" Ron shouts.

"With who?" Fred and George cry in unison.

"What?" I ask ingenuously. I can't believe they're acting this way. I'm a grown woman now!

"Names!" Bill bellows. "We want names!"

"Why?" I choke in the midst of busting a gut.

They all look at each other as if the answer should be obvious to me. "So we can beat the living tar out of them," Charlie explains matter-of-factly.

I look around the table and suddenly stop laughing. I realize now how much they love me and how much they want to protect me. "My brothers," I whisper touched. "I love my brothers." I push my chair back so I can get closer to them. Bill and Ron smile when I hug them tightly. Fred and George blush when I gently kiss the top of their heads. Finally I take a seat in Charlie's lap and cling to him tightly. I am home here. "I love you guys," I repeat. "But I'm not telling you!" I add loudly.

Charlie shakes his head at me. "It'd really be less painful for everyone if you just tell us and get it over with," he assures me.

I can't help but grin at him. "Why? What are you going to do?"

"Well, Fred and George can hold the smarmy bugger down," he answers causing Fred and George looked pleased with themselves, "then Ron, Bill and I can really wail on him." Charlie smiles, happy with his plan.

I chuckle. "What about Percy?" Percy looks up from his book at me. He has decided to stay out of this conversation from the beginning.

"I'm sure there's some book about beating the tar out of people Percy can read," Ron quips. Percy glares at him.

"Hey Charlie! Maybe you could bring your dragons!" Fred suggests.

Charlie grins at the idea. He likes it. "You guys could turn him into a canary or something." Fred and George beam.

"Hey, Bill. Anyway we could lock him up in Gringotts? Maybe sick the goblins on him...?"

Bill looks thoughtful. "I know some useful curses..."

They continue like this for quite some time. Each death plot is considerably more horrible and elaborate than the last. I'll have to have any future boyfriends sign a wavier in case of injury.

"Maybe we could train owls to peck him to death. That'd leave a mark," George suggested hopefully.

"I heard of a guy who was cursed and ended up with three arms and only one leg. We could look into that."

"Think Mum would let us grow man-eating plants in the yard?"

I hug Charlie tighter and grin stupidly. I'm sorry I ever spent one minute away from them. I'm going to have to remedy that in the future. They are, and always will be, the most important men in my life. In an odd way, this whole evening makes me very happy. My brothers will always be there if I need them. God help the poor bastard who does me wrong.

A girl can only take so much pain and death before she needs her beauty sleep. I say goodnight to my dear boys and head upstairs. They seem to think that now they can get into the really painful stuff now that I'm not there to hear it. I pause on the stairs and listen to them for a bit. I smile to myself. I was right, anyone would be lucky to be a Weasley. I'm living proof of that.

Suddenly I hear a thunder coming from the kitchen. Two identical, redheaded boys rush up the stairs past me. "Out of the way, Gin," one of them shouts as they pass by. I hastily follow after them to see what the devil twins, as Mum used to call them, are up to now.

Fred and George are in my room when I get there. Fred is going through my drawers. George is under my bed, apparently looking for something. "All clear," he announces but he continues to search through all of my stuff. Only then do I realize that he's not looking for something but someone.

Fred throws open my closet door and cries "aha!" He looks crestfallen to find no guy hiding in there. They continue to search everywhere something boy shaped could hide and even some places they couldn't, like under my wand and in my bottle of shampoo. They didn't find anyone. They look mildly depressed but pleased with themselves now that they know I'm safe.

Satisfied that I'm not harboring any men, the two turn to me and say politely, "Goodnight, Ginny." They clunk downstairs shouting. "There's no one up there!" and "We'll have to find the smarmy bugger some other way!"

Bill mentions a particularly nasty truth potion.

I fall over on my bed in a fit of giggles. "Oh boy," I think, "I have six brothers."

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