Never, Ever Mess With Ginny and Ron Together by Percy Weasley

Ron, Ginny, and Percy stood arguing in the Burrow's kitchen.

"Give it back!" Ron shouted, jumping for the wooden sword held out of his reach by Percy.

"We're playing knights and castles, and Ron needs the sword," Ginny insisted, adjusting her tiara. "It's his sword, he had it first!"

"He's going to poke your eye out," Percy retorted, keeping his sister at bay with his free hand.

"No, I won't," Ron said, continuing his fruitless efforts to reach the sword several feet over his head. "I'm going to rescue her with it, not hurt her."

"And then I'm going to kill the dragon," Ginny said.

"You slay dragons, Ginny, you don't kill them," Ron informed her.

"Fine. We need the sword so I can take it from Ron and slay the dragon," Ginny said.

"Use an imaginary sword."

"We already have an imaginary castle. We want a real sword," Ginny said, squirming against Percy's grip on her shoulder. "Fred and George said we could play with it. Now give it back!"

"I will not. You're going to get hurt. Mum left me in charge, and I say—"

Ron managed to swat Percy's arm, and Ginny seized her opportunity. She fisted both little hands together and brought them up hard between Percy's legs. He doubled over with a wheeze, Ron snatched the sword that was now within his reach, and he and Ginny ran outside, ignoring their brother rolling on the kitchen floor in agony.

Ron leaned around Harry to speak to Ginny. "I remember that."

"Me too." Ginny grinned. "You tore a hole in my shirt when you were pretending to stab the evil wizard who had captured me. Mum wouldn't let you have dessert, so I sneaked you a fruit tart after we were all supposed to be in bed."

These Are Not Your Brothers by Percy Weasley

30 May 1993

Murmuring spread among the guests as Hogwarts professors and former pupils realized this was after Ginny had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets.

The screen was completely black but a memory was playing; snoring could be heard. A shaft of silvery light split the darkness, revealing a girl holding back a curtain and a blanket-covered lump on the bed in front of her. The outline of another curtained four-poster was visible behind her.

"Percy," Ginny whispered, prodding the sleeping body in front of her. "Percy, wake up!"

Percy rolled over and blinked sleepily. "Ginny?" He fumbled on the bedside table for his glasses and wand, which he lit with a nonverbal spell.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed, shining his wand light around the room to make sure no one had noticed her. "This is the boys' dormitory!"

"I couldn't sleep." In the faint light from the moon and Percy's wand, with her hair braided in two pigtails and shivering slightly in her white nightdress, she looked small and pitiful.

Percy softened immediately, reaching out to rub her back. "Why don't you go up and sleep with Ron?"

Ginny looked horrified, and her voice dropped further. "I can't do that—he's in there!"

Percy smiled at this reminder of her crush on Harry Potter.

"Can I stay with you? Just for tonight, I promise. Please, Perce?"

He looked around the room again, then at the pleading eyes of his sister, and sighed and lifted the covers. "All right. Just this once, mind."

Ginny's worried face transformed into a smile and she hopped into the bed, pulling the pillow closer to her and settling down immediately. Percy lay down beside her and rubbed noses.

Ginny smiled, eyes already closed. "I love you, Percy."

"I love you, Gin-Gin. I'm glad you're okay."

Now Percy was the one shaking Ginny awake as sunlight filtered through the deep red curtains. His quiet voice was drowned out by the conversations and morning noise of the other boys in the dormitory. Finally, Ginny stirred.

"Oh, good morning, Perce."

"Keep your voice down," Percy whispered, but it was too late—the boys' dormitory had gone suddenly silent at the sound of a female voice from the prefect's bed.

Ginny sat up and rubbed her eyes with both fists. "I'll go downstairs now."

"Let me make sure everyone is dressed first."

"Why? It's not like I've never seen boys in the morning."

"These are not your brothers."

Ginny dodged Percy's outstretched arm but stopped abruptly as she came nose to navel with the lean body of Brian Dunstan, whose pajama shirt had just cleared his head and slid down his arms.

Brian smiled at Ginny, who turned pinker by the second. "Hello."

"H—hello." She backed up against Percy's bed and averted her eyes as Brian and another boy resumed dressing.

"Oh, hey, Ginny." Oliver Wood stepped out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around his hips, his hair wet and spiky from the shower.

Several whistles rang out from the left side of the ballroom, where Ginny's teammates were seated.

Ginny's face was nearly the same color as her hair, and her gaze fell somewhere around the young man's knees. "Hi, Oliver."

"Stay right there," Percy warned her. "I'll walk you back to your dormitory after I get dressed."

"I don't want to wait. I'm hungry!"

"Percy's right, Ginny," Oliver said. "You shouldn't be walking through the boys' dormitory by yourself, especially not dressed like that."

Ginny looked down at her modest nightdress tied with a ribbon at the neckline and back to Oliver. "What's wrong with how I'm dressed?"

"Yeah, Oliver." Percy's sarcastic voice floated out from the bathroom. "What's wrong with how she's dressed?"

Oliver looked from Ginny's puzzled expression to the other two boys.

"Sorry, Oliver," Brian said. "You said it, you explain it."

Oliver looked almost as uncomfortable as Ginny had a few minutes earlier. "Well, er … I just meant that, um … somebody might—might try to hex you. You don't have your wand with you, do you?"

Ginny's expression cleared. "I have brothers on every other floor. He'd have to be stupid, even for a boy."

"Here. Wear this." Percy reappeared with robes and prefect badge in place and tossed his pajama shirt to his sister, who stepped sideways and watched it fall onto the floor.

Percy picked it up and gathered it in his hands, as if preparing to push it over her head. He and Ginny were still arguing as the scene faded.

Harry leaned close to whisper to his wife. "Is that the same nightdress—"

"Yes."

"Merlin, Ginny, no wonder it was so tight!"

She grinned at him, and the picture changed again.

a/n: The nightdress first-year Ginny wears here is the same one referred to in "Don't Forget" and the last chapter of "Faintest, Slimmest Wildest Chance."