Brother and Sister
"Doubt thou the stars are fire,/Doubt that the sun doth move;/Doubt truth to be a liar,/But never doubt I love."-W. Shakespeare
Chapter 3
"Ginny!"
Ginny, who was just coming out of her Herbology lesson talking to Luna, looked around to see Ron grinning at her waving to get her attention. Ginny's face broke out into a radiant smile that mirrored her brother's. It must be good news. Making her apologies to Luna, she walked over to where her brother stood away from the crowd and out of earshot, maybe not extendable ears, but they weren't worried about that.
"Well...," said Ginny laughing, prompting her brother for a response when he just stood there grinning stupidly at her.
"Oh, sorry," said Ron with a smile, "Well you were right...she fancies me!"
Ginny laughed again at her brother's worry and silliness. She was just so happy for her brother. Hermione was perfect for him and he for her. Ginny opened up her arms and Ron, in his excitement and happiness, threw his arms around her waist. He picked her up and swung her around in a big hug. By the time he put them down they were both laughing so hard, they had to catch their breaths for a few moments.
"See, I told you. There was nothing to worry about," said Ginny.
"Yeah," agreed Ron, sheepishly.
"So where's, Hermione?" asked Ginny anxiously excited to talk to her friend about the good news too.
Ron's face suddenly clouded up for a moment when he said, "Well, Mione and I..."
"Mione?" asked Ginny innocently teasing at the use of a nickname already.
Ron's face flashed a grin, before he became serious again, "Hermione," he said slowly emphasizing every syllable for Ginny's sake, "Well, she was sort of worried about how Harry and you would take the news about her and I. She wanted me to talk to you and she went to talk to Harry. I told her she was silly, but she still thought it best if I talked to you first." Ron scratched his head in confusion. "I told her it was silly, really, but..." He looked at Ginny earnestly trying to see if she was really okay about the whole situation.
"Of course, it's silly," said Ginny automatically. "Why would she think there would be a problem?"
Ron's face suddenly became dark and angry. "First, I think it's all that git Malfoy's fault. All that stuff about purebloods all the time. And you know our family is pureblood. I told her that her being Muggle born as a reason for us not to be together...the whole idea was absolute rubbish and she knew it. I certainly don't care that she isn't pureblood and neither does any of our family."
Ginny, thinking of her Dad as the prime example, nodded her head in agreement. Sure they were purebloods but it didn't matter to them what the parentage of a person was. What mattered was who that person was. She knew for a fact that her Dad loved Hermione's parents, spoke to them every chance he got, and her Mum was equally fond of Hermione and Ron as a couple. "Yeah, she probably knew it was rubbish but just wanted to make sure. You know Dad will be absolutely trilled and harass her poor parents with loads of muggle-related questions."
Ron laughed at the thought. "Yeah, he will."
"Well the first objection is rubbish so what's the second?"
Ron's face turned serious again. "Well...," said Ron uncomfortably, "you."
"Me?" asked Ginny surprised. She looked at Ron closely and could see in his eyes that he thought this objection might actually have merit.
"Well...," began Ron hesitatingly, "she was just worried about you."
Now Ginny was utterly confused. "Why would she be worried about me?"
"Well, she just didn't want her dating," the word sounded so strange on Ron's lips, "me to affect her friendship with you."
"Of course it won't," said Ginny dismissively. "We were friends before and we'll still be after." She could tell that that her words had somewhat comforted her brother, but there was something else now.
"You know," began Ron hesitatingly, "you know the four of us are together a lot, I mean of course we are since we're friends but..."
Ginny suddenly saw where this was going and at once became uncomfortable.
Ron continued, looking very, very uncomfortable. "Hermione was just worried... Harry's a great guy, the best, but I..."
The two just stared awkwardly at each other. Both didn't know what to say. It was killing Ron to see the hurt in his sister's eyes. Despite all her protests to the contrary, he knew deep down she really and truly did fancy Harry. It was worse now that they were spending even more time together with all of them, excepting Hermione of course, on the Quidditch team. The truth was, as uncomfortable as it made him, Harry was the only guy good enough for his sister. And, right at this moment, he would have moved the world if it would have made his sister as happy as he was right now. Harry, for his part in this, was a mystery to Ron. Sure, he knew Harry liked Ginny, but beyond that, he made no sign that he fancied Ginny. It made Ron sad that Hermione had been right on this point. He didn't want Ginny, seeing him and Hermione happy, to make her sad about her and Harry.
Ginny finally reached out and put a comforting hand on Ron's arm. She smiled, a smile that Ron noted sadly was for his benefit as it did not reach her eyes. Softly she said, "You're right, Ron. Harry is a great guy and I like him a lot. I value his friendship a lot. I'm still dating Dean, remember? Well, I'd better go," said Ginny with false cheerfulness. "I promised Luna we'd go over our Potions notes and then I'll see you tonight at Quidditch practice okay?" She gave Ron a quick hug and said, "Tell, Hermione there's nothing to worry about." And then she was gone. Ron stood there sorrowfully staring at the place where she had stood only moments ago.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire,/Doubt that the sun doth move;/Doubt truth to be a liar,/But never doubt I love."-W. Shakespeare
Chapter 3
"Ginny!"
Ginny, who was just coming out of her Herbology lesson talking to Luna, looked around to see Ron grinning at her waving to get her attention. Ginny's face broke out into a radiant smile that mirrored her brother's. It must be good news. Making her apologies to Luna, she walked over to where her brother stood away from the crowd and out of earshot, maybe not extendable ears, but they weren't worried about that.
"Well...," said Ginny laughing, prompting her brother for a response when he just stood there grinning stupidly at her.
"Oh, sorry," said Ron with a smile, "Well you were right...she fancies me!"
Ginny laughed again at her brother's worry and silliness. She was just so happy for her brother. Hermione was perfect for him and he for her. Ginny opened up her arms and Ron, in his excitement and happiness, threw his arms around her waist. He picked her up and swung her around in a big hug. By the time he put them down they were both laughing so hard, they had to catch their breaths for a few moments.
"See, I told you. There was nothing to worry about," said Ginny.
"Yeah," agreed Ron, sheepishly.
"So where's, Hermione?" asked Ginny anxiously excited to talk to her friend about the good news too.
Ron's face suddenly clouded up for a moment when he said, "Well, Mione and I..."
"Mione?" asked Ginny innocently teasing at the use of a nickname already.
Ron's face flashed a grin, before he became serious again, "Hermione," he said slowly emphasizing every syllable for Ginny's sake, "Well, she was sort of worried about how Harry and you would take the news about her and I. She wanted me to talk to you and she went to talk to Harry. I told her she was silly, but she still thought it best if I talked to you first." Ron scratched his head in confusion. "I told her it was silly, really, but..." He looked at Ginny earnestly trying to see if she was really okay about the whole situation.
"Of course, it's silly," said Ginny automatically. "Why would she think there would be a problem?"
Ron's face suddenly became dark and angry. "First, I think it's all that git Malfoy's fault. All that stuff about purebloods all the time. And you know our family is pureblood. I told her that her being Muggle born as a reason for us not to be together...the whole idea was absolute rubbish and she knew it. I certainly don't care that she isn't pureblood and neither does any of our family."
Ginny, thinking of her Dad as the prime example, nodded her head in agreement. Sure they were purebloods but it didn't matter to them what the parentage of a person was. What mattered was who that person was. She knew for a fact that her Dad loved Hermione's parents, spoke to them every chance he got, and her Mum was equally fond of Hermione and Ron as a couple. "Yeah, she probably knew it was rubbish but just wanted to make sure. You know Dad will be absolutely trilled and harass her poor parents with loads of muggle-related questions."
Ron laughed at the thought. "Yeah, he will."
"Well the first objection is rubbish so what's the second?"
Ron's face turned serious again. "Well...," said Ron uncomfortably, "you."
"Me?" asked Ginny surprised. She looked at Ron closely and could see in his eyes that he thought this objection might actually have merit.
"Well...," began Ron hesitatingly, "she was just worried about you."
Now Ginny was utterly confused. "Why would she be worried about me?"
"Well, she just didn't want her dating," the word sounded so strange on Ron's lips, "me to affect her friendship with you."
"Of course it won't," said Ginny dismissively. "We were friends before and we'll still be after." She could tell that that her words had somewhat comforted her brother, but there was something else now.
"You know," began Ron hesitatingly, "you know the four of us are together a lot, I mean of course we are since we're friends but..."
Ginny suddenly saw where this was going and at once became uncomfortable.
Ron continued, looking very, very uncomfortable. "Hermione was just worried... Harry's a great guy, the best, but I..."
The two just stared awkwardly at each other. Both didn't know what to say. It was killing Ron to see the hurt in his sister's eyes. Despite all her protests to the contrary, he knew deep down she really and truly did fancy Harry. It was worse now that they were spending even more time together with all of them, excepting Hermione of course, on the Quidditch team. The truth was, as uncomfortable as it made him, Harry was the only guy good enough for his sister. And, right at this moment, he would have moved the world if it would have made his sister as happy as he was right now. Harry, for his part in this, was a mystery to Ron. Sure, he knew Harry liked Ginny, but beyond that, he made no sign that he fancied Ginny. It made Ron sad that Hermione had been right on this point. He didn't want Ginny, seeing him and Hermione happy, to make her sad about her and Harry.
Ginny finally reached out and put a comforting hand on Ron's arm. She smiled, a smile that Ron noted sadly was for his benefit as it did not reach her eyes. Softly she said, "You're right, Ron. Harry is a great guy and I like him a lot. I value his friendship a lot. I'm still dating Dean, remember? Well, I'd better go," said Ginny with false cheerfulness. "I promised Luna we'd go over our Potions notes and then I'll see you tonight at Quidditch practice okay?" She gave Ron a quick hug and said, "Tell, Hermione there's nothing to worry about." And then she was gone. Ron stood there sorrowfully staring at the place where she had stood only moments ago.