Disclaimer: Sten is mine. That is all.
"Harry!" The sweet, high voice of Ginny Weasley brought her doting boyfriend down in a flash.
"Yes, precious?" The Boy-Who-Lived was not above pet names, that much was obvious. It was always 'precious' or 'sweet' or, on special occasions, 'snuggle bunny'. Gag.
"Can we go down to Diagon Alley this afternoon?" She flashed him a smile of such sweetness it made Ron, who was watching from between the banisters, gag.
"Of course sweet, I'll just get my wallet and we can go." Harry ran up the stairs, pausing only to blow a kiss at his demanding, but oh so sweet girlfriend. Ron, with a small grunt, got up from his crouched position on the landing and went into the room he was currently sharing with Harry. The poor guy could never find his wallet.
"Hey Harry," he smiled. Harry was looking on the desk for his money, picking up piles of papers and putting them back down in different places, rifling through the drawers, even looking under the newspapers in Pig and Hedwig's cages. It was quite a comical sight.
"Oh, hi Ron," Harry replied distractedly. "Ginny wants to go to Diagon Alley with me and I can't find my wallet!" Ron smirked. He wasn't as good a smirker as Malfoy, but he was getting there.
"It's right there, under your wand," Ron said in a slightly snarky voice. "You put it there so you wouldn't forget where it was." Harry glowered at him in mock furiosity. Then, he punched his friend on the shoulder, grabbed his wallet and ran down the stairs yelling "You're to smart for your own good Ron!" and then "I've got it honey! Let's go!" to Ginny. As they flooed out of the house, Ginny's red curls flashing in the light of the flames, Ron watched them with a strange expression on his face. It was one of envy and the satisfaction that at least he was his own man, with nobody to tell him what to do. A brief image of floaty blue robes and happy cinnamon eyes flitted across his consciousness and his expression changed to one of sadness. Then he shook his head and walked away, eager to get some Quidditch practice.
Sooo...how did you like it? Did you notice Ginny's sweetness? I decided that if she was going to have absolute power over our Boy-Who-Lived, she was going to be candy sweet. That way, she would get the man of her dreams, get what she wanted, and he would never have second thoughts. If you didn't understand that, that's OK. There's not as much of Hermione in here either, and I am going to try to hurry up the trip. But first, there's got to be a good way to get rid of your friend and mine, Sten. He won't have a last name, simply because I feel like it. Unless you want him to, in which case, gimme gimme gimme! Review please!