024 Family
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024 Family
Little Sister
You didn’t just look at her like that. Ron hit himself in the head and recieved stares from the rest of his family. Stop looking at her like that.
It had been this way for the past couple months. Ever since they ended up on the Gryffindor Quidditch team together in Ron’s fifth year, he had begun to notice her. It also didn’t help when he peeked into the girls’ locker room to ask Katie Bell a question and caught Ginny changing. She hadn’t seen him, but that didn’t matter.
“Ron, are you all right?” The smallest Weasley child asked when she saw him hit himself again. He glanced at her one more time and then couldn’t handle anymore.
“I’m going to bed.” He said loudly and threw his book down onto the floor. Then, he stormed up the stairs. It was too much for him. Why did he have to punish himself for looking at Ginny? She was his sister. He was allowed to look at her. He’s been doing it for fourteen years already. Why did it have to seem weird now?
Ron threw himself onto the bed when he got into the room and shut his eyes immediately. What was he going to do? Every time he would look at her, he would have to punish himself. And that was ridiculous. Of course, he could try and forget this and move on with his life. There were plenty of people out there for him and that were waiting to make him the happiest sixteen-year old alive. But then why did thinking about forgetting her make it feel like a bad breakup. There was definetly something wrong there.
There was a knock at the door and Ginny entered without even giving her brother a chance to let her in. She knew something was up. She knew he wouldn’t have let her in if it were his decision.
“Ron, you okay?” She asked sweetly and tossed her hair back a little. Not purposely, though. It was just something she did. Ron had to put his hand under his mouth to keep himself from drooling.
“Why... why do you ask?” He asked, stuttering out that beginning part a bit. He was afraid he’d never get the word out.
“Well,” She said and looked at her watch. And when she lifted up her arm, he got to see just a small section of her stomach when it escaped from under her shirt. “Because you said you were going to bed and it is only seven o’clock. Are you sick?”
She moved close to him, so close that he could feel her leg touching his, and brought her hand to his forehead. When she was feeling for fever, he took a deep breath and could smell the sweet scent of her perfumed body and freshly shampooed hair. “How do I feel?” He asked her, not realizing what he said or how he said it.
“No temperature.” She said. “You’re fine.”
“Thank you.” He said and then dropped his head down. But dropping his eyes right down into the open of her v-neck shirt. He noticed she had a few too many buttons undone. “Er... don’t you think...” He pointed at what was popping out of her shirt. “...never mind.”
“Awww, is my big brother being protective of me?” She asked and buttoned one more button of her shirt. “I’m sorry.”
They both smiled and she kissed him on the cheek before leaving. And as soon as she shut the door, he fell onto the bed again. Why was life being so cruel to him? That was the worst five minutes of all of his life and it was going to get even worse. Because every day after this, Ginny would be getting older, and more beautiful, and harder to resist. If he had to contain himself so much just now, how much was he going to have to contain later?
Someone else decided to step in the room without asking or knocking. “My god! Can’t I have a minute alone? It's my room!”
“Whoa!” Fred said when he stepped in. George followed behind. “Who pushed your buttons?”
“Just get out, please!” Ron yelled and attempted to push them out the door. But they pushed themselves in.
“Hold on a second, little bro.” George began.
“Yes, we have something to talk to you about.” Fred continued.
“Make it quick. I want to get into bed.”
“With who?” Fred asked suddenly and smiled. “We know the look.”
“You’re getting older and we’ve been there.” George said and elbowed Ron in the side. “Yes, we have been there.”
Ron’s jaw dropped. Why was he having this conversation with his brothers? But, worst of all, they were so right. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he would be fine. They couldn’t know who the person was.
“Are you trying to give me advice? Or just tease me?”
“Both.” They said in unison and sat themselves down on the bed. Ron had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to get rid of them too easily. “But it’s mostly the advice. The teasing comes with the package.”
“Well, enlighten me and then get out. I’d rather be alone.”
Fred smiled, “First of all, who is it?”
Ron’s ears went pink and he looked straight at the floor. “I can’t tell you that. And if we can’t get through this without me telling you, then you should leave now because you’re not getting out of me.”
“No, we can do this with or without that information. I just thought that it would be juicy stuff for us to blackmail you with later.” Ron glared him. “I’m just kidding. I’m sure she’s a sweetheart.”
“She is.” Ron said with a smile and at that moment, Ginny came back into his mind. He remembered how she smelled when she came into his room just a few minutes ago. And how he didn’t really want her to button that last button of her shirt, he just wanted to make sure no one else was looking where he was looking. He wanted her all to himself. But since she was his sister, it was going to be a lot harder than if it was any other way. “So, can we get on with this?”
“How long have you known her?” George asked.
“All my life.” Ron answered after a little bit of a pause.
“Do you love her?” Fred asked next.
“Yeah, but not the way I think I should. I mean, she’s supposed to be my friend, not my girlfriend or anything. She’s just...” He stopped when Fred and George were staring at him with wide eyes. “Will you stop staring?”
“Sorry, it just seems real sweet.” George said.
“And I think things could work for you.” Fred continued.
“Well, thanks for the advice -that you really didn’t give me- but thanks for it anyway.” Ron said. “And now that I have just rambled on about my non-existent love life, I think you should go.”
He lifted the two of them by their ears and carried them to the door. He practically kicked them out and slammed the door behind them but not before George yelled out, “If you need us for anything, call us.”
"Right, like I would do that," Ron said to himself and locked the door. If someone wanted him, he wanted to be the one to choose if they could come in or stay out. Another unwanted visitor and he might explode. But, maybe it wasn’t that bad. He unlocked the door. Ginny wasn’t unwanted. He’d welcome her into his room anytime.
He hopped into his bed immediately and turned off the light by his bed. He obviously wasn’t really tired, but he had nothing better to do. He probably would just end up lying here all night, staring at the ceiling, and wishing that either he wasn’t a Weasley, or incest wasn’t frowned upon by most people. Anything to make it all right for him to be with Ginny.
Apparently, Ron did eventually fall asleep, because at some time in the middle of the night he was awoken. He actually jumped out of bed when he heard a loud sound fill the room and shake the house. He looked out the window and saw the sheets of rain falling outside his window and the thunder rang through the house again. Ron was surprised. They had never had a storm like this in a long time, and the last time it happened it wasn’t nearly as intense as this.
Was it supposed to be some kind of sign? Was someone up there frowning upon him, telling him to quit having those feelings and concentrate on something else for once. He didn’t think he could do that.
Ron walked over to his window and looked at the rain. He loved storms. They didn’t get them often and he enjoyed every moment of them when they came. It was so peaceful. Listening to the rain falling on the roof. A nice change from the annoyance of the ghoul in the attic. The thunder was like his lullaby and the lightning his nightlight. It was the best.
He had drifted off, getting lost in the storm, when he heard a soft knock. He was surprised he heard it. But he did and couldn’t ignore it. He walked over to his door on the other side of the room and opened it.
Ginny looked so small. Her hair was in a mop of a bun on the top of her head. She had slippers and a robe on. Underneath the robe, her pajamas had little stars and moons on them and looked like something a five year old would wear. She was so adorable. And looking deathly afraid of the storm. Ron suddenly felt like a big brother and knew he had to look out for his scared little sister.
“Can I sleep with you?” She asked quietly. Ron nodded without thinking and let her in. He shut the door behind her and watched as she ran and hopped into his bed. It was small, but big enough to fit both of them. He knew he would be almost on top of her. It wasn’t a big deal. “My bedroom is too dark and scary during storms. I like it better here.”
He was amazed. Just a little while ago she was acting all grown up and he could have sworn she was much older than the fifteen she really was. Now, she had returned to that innocence he remembered from years ago. He walked back to the bed and got under the covers. The storm had died a little bit, but just a little. He could feel her shaking.
She pulled herself into him and held his hand while she tried to fall back asleep. It didn’t take long. Ron kept his eyes open, listening to the thunder and rain and feeling his sister tightening her grip on his hand. In that moment he realized that he could have her without letting her know his feelings, but things would still be different from this moment on.
Ron awoke the next morning to Ginny standing over him, her robe wrapped tightly around her body and a huge smile on her face. She leaned in to kiss him and he kissed back, pressing his lips hard onto hers. When she turned around to leave and he was still unable to take his eyes off her, he knew there would always be something more in their relationship, even if they led totally different lives.
024 Family
Little Sister
You didn’t just look at her like that. Ron hit himself in the head and recieved stares from the rest of his family. Stop looking at her like that.
It had been this way for the past couple months. Ever since they ended up on the Gryffindor Quidditch team together in Ron’s fifth year, he had begun to notice her. It also didn’t help when he peeked into the girls’ locker room to ask Katie Bell a question and caught Ginny changing. She hadn’t seen him, but that didn’t matter.
“Ron, are you all right?” The smallest Weasley child asked when she saw him hit himself again. He glanced at her one more time and then couldn’t handle anymore.
“I’m going to bed.” He said loudly and threw his book down onto the floor. Then, he stormed up the stairs. It was too much for him. Why did he have to punish himself for looking at Ginny? She was his sister. He was allowed to look at her. He’s been doing it for fourteen years already. Why did it have to seem weird now?
Ron threw himself onto the bed when he got into the room and shut his eyes immediately. What was he going to do? Every time he would look at her, he would have to punish himself. And that was ridiculous. Of course, he could try and forget this and move on with his life. There were plenty of people out there for him and that were waiting to make him the happiest sixteen-year old alive. But then why did thinking about forgetting her make it feel like a bad breakup. There was definetly something wrong there.
There was a knock at the door and Ginny entered without even giving her brother a chance to let her in. She knew something was up. She knew he wouldn’t have let her in if it were his decision.
“Ron, you okay?” She asked sweetly and tossed her hair back a little. Not purposely, though. It was just something she did. Ron had to put his hand under his mouth to keep himself from drooling.
“Why... why do you ask?” He asked, stuttering out that beginning part a bit. He was afraid he’d never get the word out.
“Well,” She said and looked at her watch. And when she lifted up her arm, he got to see just a small section of her stomach when it escaped from under her shirt. “Because you said you were going to bed and it is only seven o’clock. Are you sick?”
She moved close to him, so close that he could feel her leg touching his, and brought her hand to his forehead. When she was feeling for fever, he took a deep breath and could smell the sweet scent of her perfumed body and freshly shampooed hair. “How do I feel?” He asked her, not realizing what he said or how he said it.
“No temperature.” She said. “You’re fine.”
“Thank you.” He said and then dropped his head down. But dropping his eyes right down into the open of her v-neck shirt. He noticed she had a few too many buttons undone. “Er... don’t you think...” He pointed at what was popping out of her shirt. “...never mind.”
“Awww, is my big brother being protective of me?” She asked and buttoned one more button of her shirt. “I’m sorry.”
They both smiled and she kissed him on the cheek before leaving. And as soon as she shut the door, he fell onto the bed again. Why was life being so cruel to him? That was the worst five minutes of all of his life and it was going to get even worse. Because every day after this, Ginny would be getting older, and more beautiful, and harder to resist. If he had to contain himself so much just now, how much was he going to have to contain later?
Someone else decided to step in the room without asking or knocking. “My god! Can’t I have a minute alone? It's my room!”
“Whoa!” Fred said when he stepped in. George followed behind. “Who pushed your buttons?”
“Just get out, please!” Ron yelled and attempted to push them out the door. But they pushed themselves in.
“Hold on a second, little bro.” George began.
“Yes, we have something to talk to you about.” Fred continued.
“Make it quick. I want to get into bed.”
“With who?” Fred asked suddenly and smiled. “We know the look.”
“You’re getting older and we’ve been there.” George said and elbowed Ron in the side. “Yes, we have been there.”
Ron’s jaw dropped. Why was he having this conversation with his brothers? But, worst of all, they were so right. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he would be fine. They couldn’t know who the person was.
“Are you trying to give me advice? Or just tease me?”
“Both.” They said in unison and sat themselves down on the bed. Ron had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to get rid of them too easily. “But it’s mostly the advice. The teasing comes with the package.”
“Well, enlighten me and then get out. I’d rather be alone.”
Fred smiled, “First of all, who is it?”
Ron’s ears went pink and he looked straight at the floor. “I can’t tell you that. And if we can’t get through this without me telling you, then you should leave now because you’re not getting out of me.”
“No, we can do this with or without that information. I just thought that it would be juicy stuff for us to blackmail you with later.” Ron glared him. “I’m just kidding. I’m sure she’s a sweetheart.”
“She is.” Ron said with a smile and at that moment, Ginny came back into his mind. He remembered how she smelled when she came into his room just a few minutes ago. And how he didn’t really want her to button that last button of her shirt, he just wanted to make sure no one else was looking where he was looking. He wanted her all to himself. But since she was his sister, it was going to be a lot harder than if it was any other way. “So, can we get on with this?”
“How long have you known her?” George asked.
“All my life.” Ron answered after a little bit of a pause.
“Do you love her?” Fred asked next.
“Yeah, but not the way I think I should. I mean, she’s supposed to be my friend, not my girlfriend or anything. She’s just...” He stopped when Fred and George were staring at him with wide eyes. “Will you stop staring?”
“Sorry, it just seems real sweet.” George said.
“And I think things could work for you.” Fred continued.
“Well, thanks for the advice -that you really didn’t give me- but thanks for it anyway.” Ron said. “And now that I have just rambled on about my non-existent love life, I think you should go.”
He lifted the two of them by their ears and carried them to the door. He practically kicked them out and slammed the door behind them but not before George yelled out, “If you need us for anything, call us.”
"Right, like I would do that," Ron said to himself and locked the door. If someone wanted him, he wanted to be the one to choose if they could come in or stay out. Another unwanted visitor and he might explode. But, maybe it wasn’t that bad. He unlocked the door. Ginny wasn’t unwanted. He’d welcome her into his room anytime.
He hopped into his bed immediately and turned off the light by his bed. He obviously wasn’t really tired, but he had nothing better to do. He probably would just end up lying here all night, staring at the ceiling, and wishing that either he wasn’t a Weasley, or incest wasn’t frowned upon by most people. Anything to make it all right for him to be with Ginny.
Apparently, Ron did eventually fall asleep, because at some time in the middle of the night he was awoken. He actually jumped out of bed when he heard a loud sound fill the room and shake the house. He looked out the window and saw the sheets of rain falling outside his window and the thunder rang through the house again. Ron was surprised. They had never had a storm like this in a long time, and the last time it happened it wasn’t nearly as intense as this.
Was it supposed to be some kind of sign? Was someone up there frowning upon him, telling him to quit having those feelings and concentrate on something else for once. He didn’t think he could do that.
Ron walked over to his window and looked at the rain. He loved storms. They didn’t get them often and he enjoyed every moment of them when they came. It was so peaceful. Listening to the rain falling on the roof. A nice change from the annoyance of the ghoul in the attic. The thunder was like his lullaby and the lightning his nightlight. It was the best.
He had drifted off, getting lost in the storm, when he heard a soft knock. He was surprised he heard it. But he did and couldn’t ignore it. He walked over to his door on the other side of the room and opened it.
Ginny looked so small. Her hair was in a mop of a bun on the top of her head. She had slippers and a robe on. Underneath the robe, her pajamas had little stars and moons on them and looked like something a five year old would wear. She was so adorable. And looking deathly afraid of the storm. Ron suddenly felt like a big brother and knew he had to look out for his scared little sister.
“Can I sleep with you?” She asked quietly. Ron nodded without thinking and let her in. He shut the door behind her and watched as she ran and hopped into his bed. It was small, but big enough to fit both of them. He knew he would be almost on top of her. It wasn’t a big deal. “My bedroom is too dark and scary during storms. I like it better here.”
He was amazed. Just a little while ago she was acting all grown up and he could have sworn she was much older than the fifteen she really was. Now, she had returned to that innocence he remembered from years ago. He walked back to the bed and got under the covers. The storm had died a little bit, but just a little. He could feel her shaking.
She pulled herself into him and held his hand while she tried to fall back asleep. It didn’t take long. Ron kept his eyes open, listening to the thunder and rain and feeling his sister tightening her grip on his hand. In that moment he realized that he could have her without letting her know his feelings, but things would still be different from this moment on.
Ron awoke the next morning to Ginny standing over him, her robe wrapped tightly around her body and a huge smile on her face. She leaned in to kiss him and he kissed back, pressing his lips hard onto hers. When she turned around to leave and he was still unable to take his eyes off her, he knew there would always be something more in their relationship, even if they led totally different lives.