Chapter 4
Ron was saddened and disappointed by his family's reactions to Ginny's announcement. Even though he would have preferred Ginny marry someone other than Malfoy, he could see that Malfoy loved Ginny as much as she loved him. He treated Ginny very well and he seemed to care very much for her. Ron did not understand why his family could not see how happy they were together. Ron still could not believe that his mother, Mrs Molly Weasley, the one that accepted Harry Potter as one of her own, would just disown her one and only daughter just because Ginny was in love with someone she did not approve. Given that Malfoy's father was a Death Eater and was Voldermort's right hand man but Draco himself was not, in anyway, part of it. Draco had fled with his mother to Hogwarts when Lucius demanded he join Voldermort and threatened to kill his mother if he refused. Draco had fought along side Ron and Harry in the final battle, saving their lives once or twice. Ron thought that it was not fair to Malfoy to make him accountable for his father's sins. As he crawled into bed after seeing Hermione home at the end of the party, Ron prayed that his family would come to their senses and realise their mistake.
Early the next morning, Ron was awakened by the sounds of hammer banging on something down in the den. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he went down to den to see who was making all that ruckus so early on Saturday. He found his mother standing in front of the family clock with a pair of pliers, trying to remove Ginny's clock arm (a/n: the one with her picture on it).
"Mum, what are you doing so early in the morning?" he asked.
"Just doing some cleaning. Throwing away trash that we don't need anymore," she said nonchalantly.
"But that's Ginny's picture on the clock. You can't remove that! It's for family!" he exclaimed, no longer sleepy at all.
"Exactly and she's no longer part of the family, is she?"
"But mum! She's still your daughter!"
His mother whipped around and faced him, anger burning in her eyes. "She showed us all last night that That Boy is a lot more important than family. She's no longer fit to be a Weasley if she keeps associating herself with that Malfoy boy!" she said, spitting out the word Malfoy.
"Mother, can't you see that they love each other? He takes very good care of her and he makes her happy."
"ENOUGH! I'm through discussing this with you. I want you to take that bag over there and clean out That Girl's room. Anything that belongs to her, put in the bag. Once everything is removed, burn it."
"But mum, Ginny – "
"Don't you dare mention that ungrateful girl's name in my house! She's no longer part of this family. If we had a family tapestry as the Blacks do, I would have burnt her name off it the moment she left with That Boy. Now go and clean out Her room."
Knowing that the topic was closed, he picked up the rather large burlap bag and went to Ginny's room. He could still smell her perfume faintly in the air. Her room was neat and almost empty. Her vanity table was devoid of any cosmetics and her closet was half-empty. Ron sat on the bed and shook his head.
Mum's making me empty out Ginny's room and burn all her stuff. I can't do that! She might still want her some of the things here, Ron thought.
After thinking for a few minutes, an idea popped in his head and he ran back to his room to grab his wand. He shrank all if Ginny's items in the room and placing it in the bag before making a duplicating spell. He put the original bag of items under his bed and brought down the duplicate. His mother had finally gotten Ginny's clock arm off the clock and handed it to him.
"Take this and the bag outside and burn it. I don't want any trace of Her left in this house," Molly Weasley said.
"Yes mum." Ron went out to the garden. Once he was sure that his mother couldn't see what he was about to do, he made a duplicate of the clock arm and put the original in his pyjama pocket. He went to the far end of the garden and dumped the duplicates unceremoniously on the ground before setting it alight. Behind him, his mother stood by the kitchen door, watching the fire burn and thinking to herself, What have I done?
After lunch that day, Ron took the burlap bag and stuffed it into his backpack that could fit almost anything of almost any size in it and left the house.
"Where you going Ron?" he heard his mother shout from the kitchen.
"Going to meet Harry mum! I'll be back in a bit!" he yelled back before apparating to Ginny's place.
He apparated right to her doorstep and rang the bell, shifting the weight of the backpack on his shoulders. He hoped that Ginny wasn't angry with him for not standing up for her when she was arguing with their mother. The door opened and Malfoy stood there, staring at him.
"Malfoy," Ron said in way of greeting.
"Weasley," Draco replied.
"Is my sister in? I need to talk to her."
"I thought since she was disowned by the family, she's not your sister anymore."
"Hey! Even though I'm not too keen on her marrying you but I can see that you love each other. No matter what my family says, she's still my sister and I love her!"
Draco looked at him, gauging to see if he was telling the truth, and moved to the side to let Ron in. "She's upstairs, the bedroom on the left," Draco said, closing the door behind him.
"Thanks," Ron said before going upstairs to look for his sister.
In the bedroom, Ginny was lying down on her side, looking out of the window. Her cheeks were wet from crying, every time she thought about what her mother said the night before. Ron knocked on he opened door of the bedroom and said, "Ginny?"
"Ron?" she said, turning to her right and found her brother standing at her bedroom door, looking very worried. "Ron? Is that you?" she said again, getting off the bed and walking towards him.
Ron waked quickly towards her and enveloped her in a big hug. He dropped his backpack and wrapped both his arms around her, whispering apologies into her ear.
"I'm so sorry Gin. I'm so sorry for not standing up for you. I would have run after you but she wouldn't let me. I'm so sorry," he said, hugging her tighter. In his arms, he could feel Ginny's body racking with sobs and her tears were seeping through his shirt. He didn't care about the shirt, he didn't care that his mother might throw him out of the house if she knew he went to see Ginny. All that he cared was that his baby sister was crying and he wanted to make her feel better.
"Ginny, don't cry. I'm here. I love you baby sister. I don't care what mum says. You're my baby sister and you always will be," he said softly, rubbing her back gently to calm her down. He led her to the bed and they both sat down, his arms still around her.
"What are you doing here Ron? Won't she get angry if she finds out you're here?" Ginny asked, looking at her brother.
"I don't really care what she thinks. I came to bring you some stuff from The Burrow. She wanted to remove all of your stuff and burn them. She even removed this," Ron said, taking the clock arm from his pocket and handing it to her. Ginny gasped and tears started to well up in her eyes again. Ron brushed away the tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead.
"I brought all your stuff and the things you made from The Burrow. I burnt the duplicate of those things so she won't suspect anything," he continued. He reached into his backpack and pulled the burlap bag out. He began unshrinking everything in the burlap bag and giving it to her. After fifteen minutes, the bed was covered with her stuffed toys, clothes and other miscellaneous items that Ron had brought with him. After the last item was removed from the bag and placed on the bed, Ginny threw herself at Ron and gave him a big hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you Ron!" she exclaimed.
He hugged her back and said, "It's nothing. I just wanted my baby sister to be happy and I know that the Ferret makes you happy." That earned him a playful smack on the arm. He smiled at her and continued, "If the family hasn't come to their senses by your wedding, I'll walk you down the aisle."
"Thank you Ron. That means a lot to me," she said, smiling tremulously and trying hard not to cry.
Draco, who was standing by the bedroom door, cleared his throat to get their attention. "Dinner's ready. Weasley, stay for dinner. I've cooked more than enough for the three of us," he said.
"You, Draco 'that's what house elves are for' Malfoy, can cook?" he asked disbelievingly. "You sure I won't get food poisoning?" he turned to ask his sister.
Ginny just laughed and pulled him up. "He's actually quite good. His lasagne is to-die-for. Please say you'll stay for dinner?" she asked.
"Since you asked so nicely," Ron said, praying silently that what ever it was that the Ferret had cooked, wouldn't kill him.
At the end of dinner, Ron was suitably impressed with Draco's culinary skills. Ginny was right, that Ferret can cook. Draco's pasta could almost rival Mrs Weasley's. Almost. Ron looked at his watch and realised that he needed to back home before his mother started nagging him for coming home so late. Ginny and Draco walked Ron to the door and bid him good-bye. He kissed Ginny on the cheek and turned to Draco.
"I take care of my sister. If you hurt her…….." He left the threat hanging as he stared into Draco's cool grey eyes.
"Don't worry Weasley. I'll take good care of her, as if she'll have it any other way. We both know how good she is with hexes," Draco said, smirking proudly at the love of his life.
Ron smiled at the couple and waved at them once more before apparating back to The Burrow.
When he opened the front door, he saw his mother sitting in the couch, looking angry. She turned to look at him when he stepped through the door and said, "Sit."
Not knowing what was going on, he sat down on the sofa and looked at his mother bewilderedly. He turned and looked at his brothers and his father and saw them frowning at him. His sisters-in-law were noticeably absent. This isn't good, he thought.
"Where did you go?" his mother asked.
"I went to see Harry," he replied.
"Don't lie to me! He came by two hours after you left looking for you. He said that you didn't come by his apartment at all and that you hadn't made plans to meet up with him. Did you go and see That Girl?"
When Ron remained silent, his mother stood up from her seat and stalked over to him. "Answer me! Did you go to meet her?"
"Yes," he said softly.
"Why?"
"I went to pass Ginny - "
A loud smack resounded throughout the living room as his mother slapped his face. "I told you never to mention Her name in this house."
Ron touched his red cheek and looked at his mother, his temper rising. "Even if you deny that she's your daughter, she will always be my one and only sister. You can destroy everything she left behind in this house and she would still be your daughter. She will always be Ginny Weasley."
"Don't say that whore's name in my house!" his mother screamed.
"She's not a whore! Just because she moved in with her boyfriend doesn't mean she's a whore!" he yelled back.
"Only a whore will marry a Malfoy!" screamed his mother.
"Mother! If you, all of you, would just open your eyes, you would see how much they love each other. You would see how happy she is with him."
"So you're saying that she's not happy here?" his father asked.
"How can she be happy when you treat her like she's six?"
"After what happened during her first year-"
Ron cut his father of and said, "She's 23. She's no longer a helpless eleven year old anymore dad. She's an adult who can look after herself. Besides, Malfoy would rather cut his right hand off first before letting anything happen to her."
"My decision is final. Since she thinks that That Boy is better than family, then she's no longer Weasley. If you want to be with her, you're more than welcomed to move out of the house," his mother said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Molly, that is harsh. You've already cut G-That Girl off from the family. Don't do this again," Mr Weasley said, trying to calm his wife down from the death glare she gave him when he nearly said Ginny's name.
"That's his decision," she said nodding her head towards Ron. "If he wants to be with his sister, then let him."
"I'll go get my things now. I don't think I can live here anymore either. Not when you're calling my sister a whore just because you don't like her fiancé's father," Ron said.
"You would do well to remember that it was his father that caused the incident in your second year," his father said angrily.
"But he's not his father is he?" Ron said quietly and made his way up the stairs to his room. After fifteen minutes, all of his things in his room were shrunk and stored in his old school trunk. He shouldered his Firebolt Extreme 5000 and dragged his trunk down the stairs. He stopped by the clock to remove his clock arm as his family looked on. His brothers looked like they were about to say something but was silenced by their mother's glare.
At the door, he turned to look at his family and said, "There's one last thing I have to do before I leave. Accio Ginny's and Ron's pictures!"
All of the family photos with Ginny in them flew out of their frames and albums, into Ron's open backpack. After making sure that no more photos were flying, he zipped the bag up and put it on. He turned to face his mother and said, "I had to rescue them before you started burning everything with Ginny and me in them. Goodbye Weasleys." He pulled his trunk along with him and secured it to his broom. He kicked off the ground and headed to the only people who understood him.
A/N: Yes, another update. I hope you liked the chapter. Please read and review. I know it sounds kind of weird but I almost cried when I was writing this because I could see how the scene was going to play out in my head, especially when Ron went to see Ginny. Please tell me what you think. I really love reading you reviews, so make my day and review.