Greedy
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Yup.
Genre: Fluff/Humour/Family
Summary: Ginny finds that teenage boys eat a lot.
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, Molly Weasley
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I just like to play with the characters!
A/N: Ginny loves her goofy brothers. And I do too. xD Okay, I dunno when this really takes place, sometime around when Harry and Ginny split at the end of the sixth book, Bill and Charlie and Percy are there cos I said so. Kinda AU in a fic that was supposed to be canon…but…er….
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Boys are greedy.
There was no doubt about that. But teenage boys are especially greedy and I know this because I live with six of them. It's a good thing mum always makes so much food or I'd have died of mal nutrition years ago.
I usually watch, grimacing, as Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron pile forkfuls of food onto their plates. It's like they've been starving, when in fact they've been eating us out of house and home ever since they hit puberty.
Bill eats ravenously yet at the same time, quite civilised, his mouth staying closed as he chews large chunks of tender meat.
Charlie, Ron and the twins eat with mouths open, stuffing in more food before they can finish what they were chewing beforehand and swigging their drinks while their mouths are still full of mashed potato. I know they're going to choke one day.
Percy eats with knife and fork and with mouth tightly closed but very quickly, having a neatly cut cube of meat wedged on his fork, hovering just in front of his lips, ready to be worked on as soon as the previous chunk is swallowed.
They eat so much food that Mum is sometimes forced to make more so that when Dad gets home he has some dinner.
But once, just after I'd broken up with Harry, I came home from my evening walk and the table was still full of food despite all my brothers sitting around it. They looked relieved when I walked through the door.
"Thank god, Ginny," sighed Charlie, "I'm starving."
They waited until I'd sat down and offered me all the plates first before tucking in readily themselves. Over their shoulders I saw mum give me an incredulous shrug.
My brother's are greedy, but they're very thoughtful.
Sometimes.