Also written for the Twelve Days of Christmas Challenge (3/6 drabbles under 500 words)
Also written for the Prompt Relay Challenge (queen)
The Weasley Queen
Ron pouted as his little sister placed a crown on top of his head and dressed him in a lavish, purple cape. She didn't say a word as she busied herself with dressing him up, making sure that everything was neat and tidy.
Ron's lip was sticking out so far it was amazing Ginny didn't trip over it as she brushed past to straighten the cape.
"I'm bored," Ron complained once she stepped away. "Why can't you be the queen?"
The smaller Weasley girl narrowed her eyes at her brother. "Because that's boring," she informed him. "I don't always have to be a queen, you know?"
"Well, I don't want to be either." Ron reached for the crown on top of his head, but his sister's reaction was quicker than his. Her small hands reached out and grabbed his wrist before he could even lay a finger on the homemade piece.
"I hate that Fred and George are at Hogwarts now!"
Ginny glared at him, her hands on her hips. "So you like playing with them better?"
"Yes!" Ron answered without thinking. "They're funny, at least!"
"They also try to hurt you all the time," Ginny retorted. "I just dress you up."
"But I'm a boy!" Ron wailed, reaching up again to take the crown away from his head. This time he succeeded. "I can't be a queen! I should be a king."
Ginny frowned. "But I don't want to be a queen!" she cried.
Ron threw the crown on the ground and stood up, glaring at his little sister. "When I go to Hogwarts I won't have to deal with little sisters for one whole year. I wish I was Fred and George right now. Or Percy or Bill or Charlie or anybody but me. They don't have to play with you!"
Tears glistened Ginny's eyes, but Ron was too upset to care. He threw the cape on top of the crown and stormed from the room. He was never playing with Ginny ever again! She was annoying and bossy and made him do things he didn't want to do. When he got to Hogwarts, he would finally be free of her.
Pausing at the door and turning back to face his crying sister, nine-year-old Ron said, "And I hope you're in Slytherin! Or any house I'm not in."
Ginny cried louder, but Ron left and went to his own room without apologising.
When his mother came in ten minutes later to ask him to apologise, he only shouted at her that he didn't care and told her to go away.
Because he didn't care. Not one bit. And he was never playing kings and queens with Ginny again.
I imagine this could be a turning point in Ginny's life. I know she wasn't your girly-girl, but who can say she never was at one stage of her life? I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review if you read it. It would be much appreciated.