"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" Mrs. Weasley screeched. Ron cringed. Usually when his whole name was used, whatever was coming next wasn't good. Molly's face was an odd mix of emotions. She didn't know whether to hit Ron or hug him till morning. She grabbed his face, "Oh Ron. My boy's all grown up."
"Mum," Ron managed word through his very squished face.
Molly relaxed her death grip on Ron's face, "Oh my, sorry dear." She let go of Ron and turned to Hermione. Tears welled up in her big, brown eyes. "Come here love." Mrs. Weasley grabbed Hermione and hugged her with all her might. Hermione tried to move an arm to return the hug, but they seemed to be plastered between her sides and Molly's arms.
Ginny and Harry stayed safely in a corner. He knew Ginny was close. She knew Harry was close. Ginny leaned over and whispered, "Harry, let's get out of here before we get involved." Molly was talking about wedding plans. Or at least that's what Ginny thought she was saying. She was talking so fast she's not sure anyone could understand. She grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out the back door. She felt him tug gently away from her hand as soon as they stepped outside. She had no choice but to let go. They started walking.
"So…" started Harry, "How are things at Hogwarts." He was trying to not be so awkward.
Ginny sighed. "I'm going crazy. My N.E.W.T.S are almost here. Thankfully we won our last Quidditch game. I don't know how you handled being captain." Ginny noticed Harry's very apparent disinterest in the answer to his question. She stopped. "Are you all right Harry?"
"Uh. Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Harry lied.
"I don't believe you Harry." She turned and faced him. Last summer she didn't put her foot down for him, but enough was enough. She knew she wanted to give them a go one more time. But it couldn't happen while he moped around like Niffler with no gold.
"Well you should, Ginny." Harry didn't mean to sound quite so harsh. But for whatever reason he couldn't help it.
Ginny sighed. This demanding approach clearly wasn't working. "Harry, I'm sorry. I know you've been through a lot. Believe me, we all have. But acting like this doesn't change a thing." She forced him to meet her eyes as she said this.
"Ginny, I…" Harry trailed off. Why was it so hard to be nice to her? Why couldn't he just spit it all out? I love you Ginny. Four seemingly simple words. "I don't want to talk about it." He finished firmly. Before she could drill him further, he turned and headed back to the house.
Ginny just stood and watched as he continued up to the hill. She couldn't help but to think of their first kiss. Ironically enough she probably would have kissed him had he not beat her to it. She thought more of their time together. The stolen moments alone in the Room of Requirement. The nights sitting in the common room, talking about anything and everything. That was what Ginny missed the most. She could feel the tears forming in her eyes. What if things were different. Would it be her in there telling mum she was the one engaged? She never thought in a million years the idea of marriage would appeal to her. But here she was, standing her yard, crying because it was Ron and not her.
Author's note: Sorry so short. I had intended to make this a longer chapter, but I liked where it ended. Comments are much appreciated.