TIME AGAIN - GINNY

[omgron]

READY TO COME HOME AGAIN

The Burrow, it was home, it was where he had spent most of his life, aside from the six years that he had spent around Hogwarts. Ron loved this place, it was where he went for Holidays and could smell the food waft from the open windows, hearing the crushing footsteps going up the landing to his and his other sibling’s rooms. It was home, it was a place where he could go that no troubles came his way, none of the drama and excessively amount of students that pushed through the school without a care in the world. Ron was happy to be home, if only for however short of a time. It was familiar, it was comfortable, it wasn’t something that he could turn away easily. Staring emptily up at his ceiling, Ron rolled onto his stomach, adjusting himself to sit straight up – there was something that he could do, homework? Bloody hell no, it was empty trying to read through things that didn’t matter, papers and homework that would go unnoticed was far more entertaining of a thought than having to humor himself with doing it. Running a hand through his unkept ginger hair that was very Weasley, Ron stood to trudge to go practice Quidditch.

Before he even had a chance to grab his broom that stood in the corner of his room, Molly’s raised voice bellowed up the stairway. ”Ron!” he knew that tone, it meant that there was something having to be done and the time for himself to play Quidditch. Rolling his eyes he trudged down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen, to where his mother was busily trying to keep the kitchen from exploding into chaos. ”Yes mum?” he inquired sneaking a roll from out of the basket that lay on the table. ”I need you to take care of the gnomes, they’re everywhere!” Molly uttered as she turned to look at him. ”The gnomes aren’t hurting anyone.” which was as valid of a response that he could come up with. ”Out, and take Ginny with you.” she insisted sternly as Molly returned her attention to what he hoped to be dinner. ”Ginny!” Ron bellowed up the stairs as he held onto the railing, looking for his younger sister. Stuffing the roll into his mouth he pushed open the backdoor hatch and wandered out to the backyard, tiny gnomes darting between vegetables and various other vegetation that was found in their backyard. – So maybe their mother was right and there was a bit of excess of gnomes, but really they weren’t intelligent and even lacking intelligence, they would find a hole in the fence someway and then it would start all over.

Finishing off his roll, his mouth stuffed with bread, as he trudged lazily towards where he’d find his prey. Locking his blue eyes on the nearest one, a scraggly thing, who stared at him with big eyes. Throwing himself at it, the tiny creature darted, bolting out of the way as it let off a tiny cackle. ”Come back here you raging menace.” Ron growled as he simmered in the dirt pile that he had landed in.


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[GINNY WEASLEY]

I WON’T BE DENIED BY YOU

THE ANIMAL INSIDE OF YOU

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Ginny lay on her bed in solitude, enjoying the sounds of the house as she lounged. Mum was downstairs making one hell of a racket which was only vaguely eclipsed by the ghoul, who was having a temper tantrum in the attic. At least Ginny thought he was, there was lots more clanking and moaning than usual. Then her mother yelled from downstairs but she wanted Ron, so Ginny relaxed and wriggled herself into vague comfort on her bed. She was just flicking through the first pages of an old Quidditch magazine and looking for a well-read article about the Holyhead Harpies. But before she could really get into it, her oaf of a slightly older brother called her name from downstairs. Ginny cursed under her breath and got up with a groan and a stretch. Was a few minutes of indulgence too much to ask? Sighing, she pulled on some woolly socks and her Weasley jumper from last Christmas over the top of her pyjamas and trooped downstairs. “What’s up?” She asked Ron, then noticing he had his mouth stuffed with what had been a roll. “Never mind.” Ginny sighed with the air of someone who has been long-suffering. “Mum?” She asked hopefully to the woman who was doing about five different tasks at once including using Errol, the family owl, to wipe the surfaces. “Ask your brother, dear.” The older woman said wearily and Ginny rolled her eyes before sniping a roll from the basket and trooping out into the cold air and stark sunshine. Ginny pulled on a pair of wellies, pulling a baby gnome out of one and flinging it hard across the hedge and into the next field. Encouraged by this success, she spotted a couple of gnomes peeping out of the bush and approaching it, she scooped out a bald potato-headed little creature and began spinning it round like a lasso until she let loose and it went flying. Smirking, she turned to Ron. Then she had to pause in her activities to have a good long belly laugh at Ron who was flailing in a dirt patch. “Idiot” Ginny said semi-fondly and crossed the yard to give him a hand up. words; 369 tag; ron weasley note; sorry it's late! template made by missickle

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[omgron]

READY TO COME HOME AGAIN

Ron wasn’t particularly enjoying this glorious moment of trudging through the garden, but he suppose that there wasn’t much else he rather be doing other than eating whatever food that he could have snatched out from under his mother’s nose – though it rarely ever went unnoticed by Molly. At the very least it was safer here than it was at Hogwarts, Hogwarts wasn’t what it was supposed to be any longer, with patches in its security and the roaming of students who believed they were better than the rest. It was discouraging, it was sad, Ron tried to throw those thoughts through his head; it wasn’t as if there was much that he could do to stop it, purebloods and their ways. Ron didn’t have the same sort of mindset that he was ‘supposed’ to have he suppose.

Looking up at his sister’s offered hand he grumbled before accepting it, hoisting himself up. ”I meant to do that.” he insisted dryly as he brushed off the dirt off his front. Really he knew better, Ron could capture the gnomes in his sleep, but he had gotten too anxious in his attempts to try and get the chore finished. Though he suppose that trying to do it too fast would result in him flopping on the ground again like a dried up fish. Ron looked over at his sister sidelong as he knelt to tie his shoe. ”How you been?” he hadn’t really spoken to her much since they had arrived back to the Burrow. Ron suppose that he should have taken far more interest in his sister – than when they were back at school, but there he was almost always in his own world, and finding out how his ickle little prodigy sister was doing wasn’t really always on his list – aside from the off chance that she could need him, but she was Ginny, like she would need him for anything. Besides they played Quidditch in theory together, and he had Prefect duties, so it wasn’t like he had too much excess time to spend mulling over the idea that his sister was up to something. Nicking a Gnome as it tried to dart passed his feet, he lobbed it over the fence out towards the open field where they played Quidditch. They really were dumb creatures.


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[GINNY WEASLEY]

I WON’T BE DENIED BY YOU

THE ANIMAL INSIDE OF YOU

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Ginny grinned as she helped her brother to his feet. He’d always been a bit of an arse. Permanently hungry and usually oblivious to the emotional entanglements taking place around him, he didn’t have Bill’s knack of giving helpful advice or Charlie’s fearlessness, but he did have the Weasley broad grin and good humour, which combined to make him quite endearing and if not her favourite brother then certainly one of them. At least he had escaped the appalling gene combination that had succeeded in making Percy a pompous prick. And Ron was always up for a laugh so she was unafraid to smile helplessly at his misfortune. “I thought you were supposed to be catching gnomes.” Ginny commented. “Not their dust.” She smirked at him and let the little guy who’d been held upside down by his ankle fly far. ”How’ve you been?” Ron asked her and she contemplated while rifling through a wild flowerbed of honking daffodils for her next victim. Seizing it, she hurried away from the racket that the flowers were making. “I’m okay.” She smiled at him. “Still a little peeved about not making the Quidditch team again, but next year I swear that I’ll get in.” “What about you, big bro?” She asked him, almost softly for her. He, unlike her, had been eligible to put his name in for the Triwizard Tournament but a different boy (whom Ginny had an unfortunate crush on) had been selected; Harry Potter. Having someone from within Ron’s very dorm succeed in becoming champion could not have gone down well with him. Hell, it had been irritating enough for her when the good looking Durmstrang champion, Alec, had chosen Emma Richardson, one of her best friends, to partner for the Yule Ball and then date. But then again, Emma was very pretty and God knew she deserved a little attention. Ginny revived from her musings into the present day when the gnome that she had liberated from the honking daffodils bit her finger… hard. She squealed in a most un-Ginny-like fashion and shook her hand hard trying to throw it off before it splashed down into the duck pond; where the ducks had been eaten many moons ago from some carnivorous grindylows. words; 374 tag; ron weasley note; sorry it's late! template made by missickle

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READY TO COME HOME AGAIN

He eyed her with raised brows when she teased him about catching gnomes. He supposes that he deserved it as he wasn’t particularly doing a very good job at it. ”I was just practicing.” he announced gruffly as he stood straighter and his chin rose. Ron wasn’t about to be insulted, he much rather play it off as if it wasn’t nothing, that was the better of the played out situations in his head. Ron wasn’t even certain how much small talk that he could come up with. Sure Ginny was his sister, but even he knew better than to go around and talk to her too often, she was an know it all, or at least know more than all that he knew. Ron just didn’t apply himself when it came to things, he could if he so wanted to.

Ron was aware that she hadn’t gotten onto the team, as he had, it was a bit of a disappointment though there was always going to be next year, besides he wouldn’t admit it aloud, but his sister had a act for Quidditch, which made the idea that she didn’t get on the team a bit of a surprise. ”Yeah it’s a bit of a bad break, maybe someone will be kicked off for the rest of the season and then you’ll get to play.” which he doubt that anyone would actually be injured that badly to where they would have to be replaced, but maybe someone would at least for a game, give his sister a chance to play along. ”They couldn’t handle two Weasley’s on the team.” Ron spoke continuing to grin.

He wasn’t sure how to answer her returned of a question – he wasn’t exactly doing anything of interest, if anything this was his most eventful year if only because he was doing something other than being a lazy arse. It wasn’t as if he was a Champion, Quidditch and Prefect that was it, that was all of the interesting things that Ron was doing. ”Nothing too exciting. Prefect duty, trying not to get into trouble the usual.” Because clearly he had a incredibly social calendar. He was trying to find himself someone romantically, but that was as easy as finding a kindhearted Slytherin.



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[GINNY WEASLEY]

I WON’T BE DENIED BY YOU

THE ANIMAL INSIDE OF YOU

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Ginny grinned at her brother to take the sting from her words. Of all of them, Ron was, if not who she got along best with nor the one with whom she had the most rivalry, then the one she found most amusing to rib… mercilessly. She grinned at him when he told her that he was ‘practicing’, but chose not to tease him further. “Quick buggers, aren’t they?” She sighed when she thought about her trial. Ginny had scored a good score of goals but the keeper had been excellent and some of her weaker shots had sailed easily into his gloves. And then there had been that incident with the bludger when it had hit her foot and sent her into a three sixty. She admitted to assuming her place on the team but Colin Creevey of all people had really outflown her. It still stung. She had to smile at Ron though. “Maybe big ‘bro, but since when was I that lucky?” She asked rhetorically, sucking a set of gnome bite marks. ”They couldn’t handle two Weasleys on the team.” Ron told her and she grinned amusedly. It was probably true. Fred and George had caused hell enough while beaters, but she and Ron playing in opposite positions would be a sight to see. She noticed his pause before he told her that he was just doing Prefect duty and Quidditch. She tried on a sympathetic expression but quickly discarded it as not at all fitting her face… Ginny just didn’t do sympathy. “So how is it sharing a dorm with the ‘famous Harry Potter’.” She asked, making quotation marks with her fingers. Her snarky question hid an ulterior motive; it felt like that with her OWLs and his being a champion, she almost never saw him anymore. words; 301 tag; ron weasley note; sorry it's late! template made by missickle

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[omgron]

READY TO COME HOME AGAIN

His relationship with his sister was a different one. He had spent most of his life being if only a little in her shadow as she was the first female in the Weasley’s generation in years, in decades. Ron didn’t even know why that made her so special, but at the very least she earned it a little, with her ability to play Quidditch and she was fair with spells. Whatever else, Ron wasn’t intimidated by her at least, he had his own abilities, his own things that he was good at. Just, he wasn’t even sure what they all were. ”Just a little, I mean if we could use magic they’d be gone in a gif.” because they would have, there were more than enough spells to help launch gnomes out of their yard.

He wasn’t sure how his sister had found herself in the position that she was in, really how did she not have the ability to sink in a few goals? Ginny had more than enough ability. Maybe they would find herself on the team soon, though wishing ill on his team-mates was in bad taste, but for his sister, he would. Maybe she’d figure it out herself. ”You’ll figure it out.” there would be a chance for her. How, Ron wasn’t sure, but it would be sorted, if anything she could have his position if she really wanted it, but being a Keeper wasn’t really her thing.

What he hadn’t expected was her next question – how was it to share a dorm with Potter? His eyes narrowed ever slightly, he had been sharing the same dorm as Potter for six years and she hadn’t made mention of him before this other than a few times. But the interest that she had in him now was a bit suspicious. ”Why do you ask?” his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at her sternly. He wasn’t even going to bother answering.



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[GINNY WEASLEY]

I WON’T BE DENIED BY YOU

THE ANIMAL INSIDE OF YOU

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] She smiled remorsefully when Ron made mention of all the spells that they could use to launch the gnomes back over the hedge and out of her damn life. Ginny wished vehemently that she could use any of these spells, but the trace was still on her and would be for another year and a half, so until then she had to throw the little blighters with her own physical strength. Mum called it character-building. She called it a bloody awful waste of time. And Ron didn’t seem all too happy about their predicament either, having already slipped and fallen over in the dirt. “I just have to practice.” Ginny told her brother regretfully, crouching down on the hard soil beside the pond, groping in the murky water for the gnome that she had dropped earlier. She did it in trepidation, because that gnome could easily bite her again before she had the chance to grab it. It was a nasty job. It was after all, the middle of December and the water was ice-cold. Ginny focussed on their conversation instead. Colin Creevy in my year got in as a chaser. Tiny bloke, never puts a sock in it, but he is lovely.” She conceded, finally locating the gnome. She tried to lift it but found that she’d lost all sensation in her fingers. Damn, Ginny’d got her brother’s back up with her stupidly-worded question about Harry Potter. She’d been careful not to let anything slip before about her not-so-small crush on him, but it looked like she was having an off day now. Of course her usually oblivious brother would have noticed the interest in that statement. Ron was probably used to all kinds of girls coming up to him, asking him who Harry liked, whether he’d be interested in them as dates for the Yule Ball… Ginny fought down the bile of jealousy that had come up her throat and concentrated on assuaging her brother’s suspicions. “Why, curiosity about your less-than-interesting life, big ‘bro.” She teased him, hoping to deflect attention from her previous question. words; 347 tag; ron weasley note; Whoops, careless Ginny! template made by missickle

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[omgron]

READY TO COME HOME AGAIN

It wasn’t as if they hadn’t been doing this for most of they’re lives, the Weasley’s have been gnome hunters for years, chucking the measly annoying creatures over the ledge for years. Sure at times it had been fun, it had been a game, to see who could make theirs go farthest, but as the other Weasley’s had moved out on their own and it was simply left to Ron and Ginny, it wasn’t really the same and it had turned into something that neither could really appreciate. No Fred and George coming up with something incredibly witty and hilarious gnome humor. Instead he was making small talk with Ginny – and while she was okay, the clan wasn’t what it used to be with everyone growing older.

Practice, that was pretty easy, that was something that she could work on in her spare time. Though the idea of him having to trudge off to the Quidditch Pitch during odd hours to help her, maybe he would, they were siblings, they had only two years left before he was off, doing something with himself. ”Well, I’ll help you if you like.” which was probably the nicest thing that he could do for her, as he wasn’t about to go soft on her, because Ron was determined to continue to prove that he deserved to be on the team. ”He probably talked the ear off of everyone and they decided it was a good weapon for Slytherin.” yes, because conversations and the young boy’s ability to talk non-stop was a viable weapon on the pitch. Ron watched as she dug through their pond’s edge. ”having difficulty?” he chimed, his lips curling into a boyish grin.

Why his sister had such a fascination with Harry was beyond him, she could just go up and talk with him, he wasn’t like he was some kind of saint, though Ron had to believe that there were a few out there who may believe it. ”That was curiosity on Potter, not me.” he told her, his brows continued to remain raised.

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[GINNY WEASLEY]

I WON’T BE DENIED BY YOU

THE ANIMAL INSIDE OF YOU

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Ginny sighed as she slung the loudly-protesting and soggy gnome over the hedge and remembered when Fred and George used to be here. They had cracked gnome jokes and puns and still managed to throw further than anyone else combined. Ginny had always been surprised that they had never found a way to remove the trace from themselves. ”Well, I’ll help you if you like.” Ron told her and Ginny grinned up at him in surprise. Her youngest big ‘bro was exactly the most sensitive of people and they’d had enough spats that any offer of help was a surprise, albeit a pleasant one. Ginny contemplated a few seconds. On the one hand, she needed all the help she could possibly get if she had any chance of finally getting into the team next year. But on the other, accepting Ron’s help meant temporary loss of pride and admitting that Ron was a better Quidditch player than she was. Ah, screw it. “That would be great.” She told him, hauling one of the last gnomes over the hedge with a grunt. Then Ginny smiled when she heard Ron’s theory about Colin. “You could be on to something there.” She said teasingly, dusting off her hands. But his next statement brought a glare to her face; that was the Ron that she knew and… abhorred? “Like you’re doing any better.” She snapped back. “I’m finished!” Ginny huffed in frustration. Sometimes he really got under her skin and she didn’t have Fred and George anymore to cool off her steam of anger. Then the silly oaf just had to go and make the whole thing worse by practically accusing her of having a crush on Harry. It wouldn’t have been nearly so awful had it not been accurate. "You have no right to interrogate me.” She told him smirking. “You can only win that when you start snogging someone other than Errol.” words; 321 tag; ron weasley note; gotta love a defensive Gin! template made by missickle

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[omgron]

READY TO COME HOME AGAIN

Ron wasn’t sure why he had a sudden lapse of his better judgment. Why had he suddenly agreed to help her? Maybe it was because regardless of how much that he liked to ignore her while at school and not even give her much attention aside from what little he did here and there, she was his sister. So sometimes that had a standing. Though he would never tell her that, or else she would use some kind of sappy motive to get what she wanted and Ron wasn’t about to play along in those kind of games. For now he would play only one game, and it involved brooms. ”Well good, because I would have asked you if you had better things to do.” as if, as if she had anything better to do than the idea that she had to get on the team. Though he suppose her priorities could be a bit lapsed. Why her classmate had gotten on the team Ron didn’t have the foggiest idea.

Though he would never admit it, he was rather enjoying just watching her trouse around for gnomes, but really she hadn’t noticed his lack of effort in the activity so why hurt her feelings and let her think she was doing all of the work. ”I’m doing just fine thanks.” Ron gruffed as he stared at her exasperated as he turned away from her and began to shift through a shrubbery just to prove that he was doing something, groping quietly through the branches as he found a gnome. ”Ouch!” Ron yelped pulling his hand and revealed gnome from the shrubbery, the tiny creatures teeth barred into the skin between his thumb and index finger. Grabbing the creature firm around the middle he squeezed and yanked, causing more pain and more frustration as it finally released him, causing Ron to throw the creature fiercely over. ”Stupid gnome.” he grumbled, sitting on his bottom as he sucked at his bleeding finger. ”And I can interrogate you all I like!” he stubbornly growled at Ginny not forgetting their conversation about Harry. He wouldn’t comment on the snogging, as in that department he hadn’t been doing so well, but there was always a chance that could change.


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[GINNY WEASLEY]

I WON’T BE DENIED BY YOU

THE ANIMAL INSIDE OF YOU

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Ginny grinned at her older brother and poked the tip of a pink tongue out at him. She would be grateful for his help on getting on the team, she knew. Despite the fact that every time they practised together it would be filled with barbs from, admittedly, both ends and several large and loud arguments. But nevertheless, she was sure that it would be really helpful and as long as it resulted in her getting on the team she would experience a new emotion towards her sixth eldest brother (that wasn’t frustration or amusement)… gratitude. But what was this? The lazy bugger was just standing there now, watching her root through some reasonably harmless-looking bushes for any gnomes that might have escaped her path of gnomish destruction. Ginny levelled a slightly evil glare and perhaps he saw its meaning (if he stood there doing nothing then she would personally eviscerate him) because he suddenly turned around and mimicked her actions in the shrubbery. It appeared that he had done the improbable and actually found a potato-headed monster, because he gave a rather girlish yelp and promptly sat down on his behind. Ginny let her amused laughter ring throughout the garden as Ron tried to shake off the gnome. It really was good entertainment. After a good amount of time, her dopey brother finally managed to vault the gnome over the hedge and sat miserably in the mud, sucking his finger and insulting the poor mammal that he’d just thrown a long distance. Ginny doubled over, quite breathless from her laughing exertion. She narrowed her eyes, however, when he decreed that he could interrogate all he liked. He bloody well couldn’t! “Ronald Bilius Weasley,” Ginny said, glaring in a way reminiscent of their mother. “You have no right whatsoever to interrogate me!” words; 321 tag; ron weasley note; sorry it's so late! template made by missickle

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