Not a Potter

Not a Potter-Part 2

Ronald Billius Weasley was giving a speech. It must have been a good speech too, if it weren't for the fact that no one could hear him. Ginny suspected it had something to do with Harry and his feelings and how she had made a huge mistake in divorcing him in the first place. She frowned, trying to make out a surprisingly long word attempting to make it out of his mouth. Eeeeeeee-lllleeeeee... Nope, she just didn't know what to make of it. Suddenly, Ron stopped mid-tirade and shovelled another mouthful of pie. Ginny sighed, here we go again...

"Mmmmnph... Mnnmph....Mnph...ph...ph" said Ron, remnants of cottage pie flying out of his mouth.

It was quite mesmerising really, the way the cottage pie made arches in the air and not-so gracefully landing in the fruit bowl directly in front of him. Ginny began to count each piece, 1...2...3...4...5... She looked around the table for the first time and saw everyone's faces. Fred and George were nodding at him in mock-graveness while Percy was looking on with annoyance. Charlie was sniggering under his hand and Bill was trying to give a very confused Fleur an apologetic look. Arthur was not looking at Ron, but was staring rather intently at Molly, who was gradually turning a very pretty shade of purple. Hermione, who was sitting at Ron's right was trying to cover her face with a napkin whilst looking as though she desperately needed to go to the bathroom.

As another fit of laughter threatened to come out, Ginny clutched the tablecloth, wondering how long it was going to take for her mother to crack.

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY!!! WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS!!" came the booming voice of Mrs Weasley.

Ron took one look at his mother's purple face and immediately started going a shade of red that Ginny thought wasn't humanly possible. This gradually turned to a very sickly shade of green that quickly went to a shade of purple, not unlike the one adorning Mrs Weasley's face. Ron then began to claw the air with his hands, taking gasping breaths each time he did so. He clutched at his neck, then at Hermione, then his neck again, reminding Ginny of a Muggle game Hermione had recently introduced her to called Charades. Let's see, thought Ginny, He's a werewolf transforming, no he's a cat clawing...Oh wait, no he's... Batman?

Ginny looked on in amazement as he made wild flapping motions with his hands, knocking over a jug of pumpkin juice. Ginny always knew Hermione was the best at Charades and the fact that she got it in one didn't amaze her as it should have.

"Oh my God, he's choking!" cried Hermione.

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Hermione Granger was panicking. In fact she was on the verge of hyperventilating. Wouldn't anyone be if their fiancé was choking? Hermione racked her brains for a spell that could help him but could think of none. Oh no! Oh Sweet Merlin! Oh Salazar! Oh Godric! Oh Hel-

Just then, Mrs Weasley jumped to action. Now, Hermione knew that Mrs Weasley wasn't an athletic woman, she wasn't really the type who would run in marathons to raise money, but rather the type who would bake cookies and give them to hungry children. But when her children were in trouble, Mrs Weasley was possibly the most athletic person that Hermione knew. The last time she had seen this in action was when she had defeated Bellatrix in the Final Battle seven years ago.

So when Hermione saw Mrs Weasley jump onto the dining table, wand raised and a spell on her lips, she didn't know whether to be surprised or to be shocked, so her face ended up being a strange concoction of both.

"NOLITE SUFFOCATIO!!" yelled Mrs Weasley, her wand poised at Ron's throat and a jet of light blue sparks coming out of the end.

Suddenly, Hermione realized that Ron had stopped choking and was now gagging. She quickly dove for cover under the table. She closed her eyes, listening to the unmistakable sound of an abnormally large amount of cottage pie coming out of Ron's mouth. She sighed. She had never really liked his eating habits.

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Ron was sitting on the Weasley's couch sipping some hot chocolate and wrapped up in three layers of blankets. He was feeling very sorry for himself. It wasn't his fault really, that his mother made delicious cottage pie, and his sister was hurting his best friend. He pouted and took another sip of the hot chocolate, when did life get so complicated again?

The door to the sitting room opened and a head full of copper curls peeked in. The head tilted to the side and grinned. Ron scowled in return. The copper curls sighed and made its way into the sitting room. Ginny sat down on the couch as Ron eyed her critically. He had always known that his sister was pretty, but now, for the first time, he saw something different behind those honey brown eyes and lightly freckled skin. Her smile wasn't one of innocence anymore, but one of wisdom, her eyes that were once wide open in childish wonder were now filled to the brim with the knowledge of one who has endured a war. Sitting on the couch in front of him was not Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister and Harry Potter's girl, but Ginny Weasley, the woman who had fought in the war, fought the good fight and stayed loyal to her family through and through.

Ginny Weasley wasn't a girl anymore, but a woman. And this realisation shocked him.

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Ginny sat under her brother's gaze, squirming uncomfortably. She was certainly getting examined a lot these past couple of days.

"Errrr... Look... Ron... I-"she started, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Save it." said Ron.

Ginny winced, she knew her brother would be very angry and she didn't blame him, but she should at least get to explain her little predicament!

"Well-" she tried again.

"No, there is nothing for you to say Gin, I forgive you. In fact, I'm sorry I was acting like a git earlier, I shouldn't have."

Ginny sat in stunned silence, her brother had just forgiven her. Hermione must be rubbing off on him, she concluded.

"Err... Well... Aren't you upset?" Oh, way to go Ginny, your brother has just forgiven you and now you have to go ahead and open your big mouth.

Ron took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh.

"Yes, yes I am upset."

Ginny could almost hear something break inside her. He was upset and it was her fault.

"But, you are old enough to make your own decisions and I respect that Gin."

Ginny felt as though she could fly. A wave of relief washed over her and a wide smile spread across her face. She launched herself at her brother and enveloped him in a hug.

"Oh, Ron!" she cried.

Ron patted her back awkwardly and laughed.

"It's good to see you happy again Gin"

"It's good to be happy again!"

Ginerva Weasley was ecstatic as she spoke to her brother about things like quidditch and the weather. Her brother had accepted her. She reached into her bag and took out a spherical object.

"Oh, do you want a Super Gum Ball, Ron? Fred and George sent me some." asked Ginny in a mock-sweet voice.

Ron's eyes went round as he went a spectacular shade of red.

"NO!" he cried, running out of the room.

If anyone saw the Burrow that night, they would see a warm and inviting house full of life. But, if anyone was close enough to hear it, they would be able to hear Ginny Weasley's laughter, ringing through the halls, like a single happy sound in the dark and lonely world.