"No! It's not funny! Give him back!" Ginny ran down the stairs following Fred, who threw her teddy bear, Mr. Fuzzy Wuzzy, to George. She ran past Fred and tried to get to George to get her bear, but no luck; Ron had it. "Ron!" Tears where now flooding down her cheeks. With both her parents gone, Bill was in charge, but had left them alone to go and spend time 'studying' with Fleur.
"You're 16, Gin-Gin. Do you really need him?" Ron was now holding him over the small fire in the fireplace. Ginny fell to her knees crying, begging for him to let her teddy bear go. Finally, though, she was saved.
"Ron?" Everyone turned around to see Harry. He had finally emerged from upstairs. "What are you doing?"
"She's 16. She doesn't need the bear." He said, waving the bear above Ginny's head. She tried to reach for him but failed, making her present brothers laugh at her.
Harry snatched the bear right out of Ron's hands, pulled Ginny to her feet, handed her the bear, and pushed Ginny behind her. "I'm not going to let you treat her like this. You know better."
Ginny starred at him as he argued with Ron. He was so amazing, yet seemed so far away from her.