" Harry we need to talk," Ron demanded. Ron's palms were sweaty as he nervously paced back and forth.
" About what?" Harry came to the doorway, shirtless with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
" Do you fancy Ginny, 'cause if you do I'd like you to stop gawking at Marilyn."
" Go ahead spit it-t-t out," Ron stuttered.
" Yeah, Ron, I do love your sister." Harry blushed and wiped toothpaste off his chested. Ron's chest heaved and his ears matched his flaming hair.
" Hey what's the big deal, Ron! I love Ginny! Do you not want me to?!", Harry's voice rose.
" Yeah I don't!" Ron yelled matter of factly.
" I see the way you look at Marilyn, then you just skip over Ginny! She deserves some respect! You wanna know why I want you to stay away Ginny?! Huh! Well Harry you aren't good enough for her!", Ron's face was no covered in tears, he didn't want to yell at his best mate, but also didn't want his baby sister to get hurt.
" Just stay away from her!" Harry was speechless and Ron was done, done with this.