A/N: I'm SO sorry about my lack of updates! This chapter is dedicated to all of you who hung in there! to: caraez, JUJUChick 16, lalababee, Pinky Green/Madame Pinky, lady clark of books, rentharrypotterfan808, Shade of Grey, and Time Vortex. Inspiration has finally struck, though! (Sorry about the odd means of getting to Honeydukes, but what can you do?) Read on for (finally) a new chapter!

(Extra note: I wrote that before I started writing 'Orange' for the record…)

Pink

Mittens

Chocolate

When Ginevra Molly Weasley was born on August eleventh, nineteen eighty-one, I couldn't believe my eyes. When she was put in my arms, wrapped securely in a pink blanket, I forgot everything. You-Know-Who's's defeat, the loss of my beloved brothers, Fred and George's obnoxious practical jokes…

A girl had not been born to the Weasley's for many, many generations. Arthur had told me this enough times that I couldn't believe it. I finally had my special little girl. We've had the name picked out for ages, and now—imagine, finally getting to use it!

I held her and cradled her and muttered into her bald little head—"I love you, my little girl."

As she grew, my love did too. She was—and Arthur and I had agreed on this, really, not like we did after Percy's birth—our last child. How fitting for the girl be the last.

But she hated being last. She always wanted to do what the boys were doing. Bill was fifteen when she was four, so the boys were still quite young.

"Mummy, Mummy!" she shouted one day, running in from the cold, her cheeks bright red, her beautiful red locks flying every which way. She brought her pink-mittened hands up to my cheeks and looked at me pleadingly. "Fweddie says Wonnie and I can't pway snowbaww wif dem! I wanna, Mummy! Pwease?"

I could hardly say no—but what if she got hurt? "Only if Billie's on your team, lovely. And the boys cannot throw snowballs at your face, okay? Tell Freddie that if he makes a fuss he's coming straight to me. And that goes for everyone, understood?"

The look on her face was priceless. She clapped her hands together excitedly and rushed outside again, shrieking.

Oh, my little girl…

One day, when Ginny was six, Arthur rushed inside, Bill at his heels. "Honeydukes!" they said together.

"What about it?" I asked.

"A sale, Mollywobbles!"

Bill was practically jumping up and down, which was unusual for the normally dignified seventeen-year-old, who was home for Christmas break.

"Okay, alright!" I said. "We'll Apparate. Arthur, take Ginny and Ron with Side-Along. Charlie, come on! Aren't you coming? You, the twins and Percy Floo there, will you? Percy, put down that book! Ron, put on a hat. Careful, Arthur, don't hurt them, understood? Bill—stop that, you silly boy, Apparate!" I stopped him from literally skipping around the kitchen. "What's so great about this sale, anyway?"

"Mum! Honeydukes never has sales! It's all about fifty percent off!" said Bill excitedly. Then again, he had always had a soft spot for chocolate.

"Careful with Ginny!" I warned Arthur again, and then I turned on the spot, ignoring his half-concealed rolled eyes.

I almost Splinched myself, I was so nervous. If Ginny got hurt, I'd never speak to Arthur again. It was the first time she'd Apparated anywhere, even with Side-Along. I didn't even know if it was legal!

But there we all were, safe and sound. We walked quickly to Honeydukes, and I noticed Bill had been right. The sales were amazing, and so we bought quite a bit.

"Here," I said harshly, handing the man the money. He smiled superficially (I hate those employees!) and thanked us with an oily voice. The twins immediately began impersonating him right outside the shop.

"Chocolate!" Ginny shrieked excitedly.

"Yep, Gin-Gin. Here's a piece," and Bill ripped a small portion from the rather large bar the twins had exulted over. It was bright pink with blue speckles, and Ginny ate it with relish that I loved.

"Now then. Let's go home and have a party, shall we?" joked Fred, and we all somehow made it there and did just that.