"Ronald, you can't make cubes. They are called snowballs for a reason."
Percy quickly pushed Ron out of the way of the snow pile. Ron sighed. Maybe this wasn't worth it. Since the twins were upstairs doing twin-things and not willing to be disturbed, and Ginny was busy stealing one of their brooms while she had the chance, Ron was forced to ask Percy, the stuffiest of his brothers, to go out for a snowball fight. Snowball fight. Yeah. Right. Maybe in about six hundred years, once each of the balls were perfectly round and evenly distributed.
He coughed in what he hoped was a frustrated manner. "Perce? Don't you think that maybe you take this whole 'abide by the rules' thing too far?"
Percy peered at him curiously. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, don't you think that you could have a healthier obsession, say, ritual animal sacrifice, or something."
Percy stood up, brushing the snow off of his trousers and shivering. "I'm not obsessed. Just because I actually abide by the rules, unlike the rest of this family, does not mean that I am unhealthily fixated by them."
"Uh-huh. Name one thing more important, in your opinion, than rules." Ron cocked an eyebrow.
Percy balled up a snowball, pretending to be preoccupied so as to buy time. "Well… hm…"
"There are things," he said suddenly, straightening his back.
"Such as?" Ron prompted, rubbing his hands together for warmth.
Percy blushed and looked at the ground. There wasn't any way to hide things on a Weasley. "Well, feelings, I suppose."
Ron laughed, with a bitter edge to it. "Percy, those perfectly round snowballs you are creating have more feelings than you do." He didn't really believe it as he said it, though. He'd seen Percy show his feelings. It just seemed as if... the feelings were never directed at him.
"That's not true, Ron."
"Uh-huh." He kicked at the ground, and finding the place he had kicked to be the location of a tree stump, winced in pain.
Percy stared, then reluctantly spoke. "But- you know. Rules and feelings go together sometimes."
"Like?"
"Like, sometimes, feelings don't follow rules. So you have to decide which is more important. Usually rules are more important in those cases." Subtlety was also not a Weasley strong point.
There was a long pause.
"Percy," Ron said finally, "I think, um, feelings are always more important. Like, you should always… You'll never know… Because sometimes…" He breathed out in a huff, "This is not coming out right."
Percy turned around, finding himself dangerously close to Ron's mouth. "I think I know what you mean, though."
He pressed his lips to Ron's. Ron pretended to consider pulling away, but pulled closer instead. It's impossible to hide things in a Weasley, anyway.