I didn't get any reviews last time, me sad, plz R&R.
Oh yeah, b4 I forget, Nothing to do with Harry Potter belongs to me. Its all J.K Rowling's. Please don't sue me because I'm poor.
It had been a whole week since Ron had shared his bed with his sister, and he felt terrible.
Harry and Hermione had both turned up at last, Hermione with tanned skin from her holiday in Australia. Harry was better now than he had been at the beginning of the holidays, Ron knew he should be asking Harry if he really was ok but he couldn't because at the moment all he could think about was Ginny.
At first he had tried to reason with himself, convince himself he didn't feel that way about her. But then he had gone down to breakfast that day and couldn't take his eyes off her. He found himself wondering what her lips would taste like.
He had told himself it was wrong to think of her in that way, wrong to wish she would think of him like that. He told himself that, but he couldn't help feeling it was right. He was so close to Ginny and always had been, in some ways he was closer to her than anyone else he had ever known. They had drifted apart during her first year at Hogwarts and she had turned to that cursed diary for help, afterwards she had come to him, crying and he promised that he wouldn't let anything like that happen again.
She already knew how much he cared about her, but he couldn't tell her his strange new feelings for her, he was afraid to lose her.
That thought made him want to cry.
Harry, who was reading at the end of Ron's bed while he contemplated all this, saw tears build up in his best friend's eyes.
"What's up Ron?" he asked
"Nothing mate, I'm fine" he lied
"You look really down, you sure?"
Ron decided to try and get some help from Harry even if he couldn't tell him what he really felt.
"Um..have you everliked a girl who cant possibly like you back?" Ron's ears started to go red
"Who is it Ron?" Harry asked sympathetically
Ron panicked "Erer"
"Is it Hermione?"
Ron shook his head. Harry considered Ron's exact words 'cant possibly like him back'
"It's not a Slytheren, is it?" an alarmed look passed over Harry's face.
Ron frowned. "Course not Harry"
"Sorry" Harry chuckled, seeing the funny side.
Ron smiled and laughed as well, relishing the momentary relief.
***
Ginny ran to her room, crying. She had been listening to Ron and Harry from outside the door. She wept openly as she buried her face into her pillow, wishing it were Ron's shoulder. She knew it would happen sooner or later, that Ron would find someone he wanted to be with enough to make him cry, whoever it was, Ginny wished she could kill the bitch.
Knowing it would happen didn't make it any easier for her to accept. She had always been Ron's even if he didn't realise it. She had held him, laughed with him, slept in his bed and as soon as she was old enough to realise it, she wished she could be more than a sister to him but to afraid to tell him so. She knew it was dirty and wrong, but she had come to terms with that already. On the train coming home she had tried to find out if he could ever feel that way about her by lying to him and saying she was going out with Dean. She had decided that if she couldn't have him as a lover she would have to settle for him as her closest, most dearly loved brother.
But now he might take that away from her, without even realising it.
She cursed her stupid tendency to bottle up her feelings and proceeded to cry herself to sleep.
***
Ron was dreaming that night.
"Oh Ron" she whispered in his ear. He could feel her hands running through his hair, pulling him towards her.
He let his hands wander over her body and she gasped in surprise as she felt them on her rump. She looked up at him, her eyes full of worry.
"This is wrong" she breathed.
"I know" he replied as he leaned towards her, so close to finding out what those lips tasted like.
Ron shot up in bed and immediately looked over to Harry, making sure he was still asleep in the second bed crammed into Ron's bedroom.
Ron wiped the sweat from his face, he could no longer deny it or explain it away.
He wanted his little sister, badly.
