Loving Siblings

Loving Siblings

"Harry," Ron complained, "please, help me pay Ginny back. She really hurt me!"

Harry snorted through laughter and looked up from the bills he was paying. "She took a picture of you sleeping with a teddy bear, Ron. It's not what I call pain. I could put you under an Unforgivable Curse, if you like," Harry's tone changed to a serious one. "Would you like that kind of pain, Ron?"

"Harry, you know I didn't mean it like that, but I need your help!"

Harry turned back to his papers. "She is my fiancé. I'm not going to help to torture her."

Ron sighed and sat down at the kitchen table. As he looked around the small loft apartment of Harry's, he became depressed. This bachelor pad that he had grown so used to was becoming his little sisters. He wanted to spit. How could she do that to him?! He was completely embarrassed!

Harry looked up to see Ron in deep thought. "You know, mate, it was funny..." he trailed off.

"Yeah," muttered Ron. "Especially when she framed it and gave it to Hermione. Ha, ha, funny," he said monotone. Ron resumed starring off into space. Let's see, thought Ron, that chair over, that was special, because it was the first piece of furniture Harry bought. Ginny will probably cover it up with some pink, frilly fabric. And those CDs, I dunno how they are special, but they are always here. Ron paused. "Harry, out of your CDs, how many songs have the name Jenny in them?"

Harry glanced up at Ron. "Why?"

"No reason..."

"Uh, well, let me see...Ten, I guess."

"Good," mumbled Ron. He looked off, and jumped up. "I have an idea! All you have to do is let me use the CDs."

Harry looked hard at him, trying to figure out the plan. "Sure..." he said suspiciously. Ron grabbed the pile and ran out the door quickly, as Harry yelled after him, "See you at the wedding tomorrow!"

***

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," said the priest.

Harry and Ginny leaned in toward each other and as their lips met an uproar of cheers took place. As they broke away, they turned to the crowd smiling.

"Oy, mate," came a voice from the swarm of people. "Give her another kiss and I'll beat you down!"

Ginny looked at her feet, face red with anger. "Ron..."

The voice piped up again. "Just kidding, Harry!"

Harry smiled and led his bride to the festivities.

***

At one table sat the newly weds, their parents, their families (or in Harry's case, almost family), and their closest friends: Hermione, Luna and, Neville.

"So," said Hermione, "what are your plans for the future?"

Harry and Ginny both giggled to each other. "That is only a question you or Mum would ask," said Harry referring to his mother-in-law.

"Well," began Hermione, "I was just interested in what you had to say about the matter--"

"'Mione," said Ginny kindly, "can it."

Hermione gave her a hurt look. "Ok, fine."

"Hey, guess what?" said Neville.

Harry raised an eyebrow to him. "What?"

Neville paused. "I forgot..."

Hermione laughed a little. "Well, we are having quite a conversation, aren't we?"

Everyone laughed and the mood lightened. They all talked about their jobs and, ironically, plans for the future. It was Mrs. Weasley that brought it up the second time, therefore they were all obliged to answer.

"So," said Hermione finishing up, "that's why I'm becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts."

Neville snored a bit and Ginny yawned. "That sounds g-g-great, 'Mione."

"I know doesn't--" She was interrupted by someone taking the microphone from the disc jockey.

"Hi, my name's Ron Weasley. I'm the brother of the bride and best friend of the groom. I got up here to sing a dedication for my sister before the first dance shared by her and Harry. Now," said Ron, "you may know the songs I'm about to sing, and you may not, as they are Muggle songs, but I changed the words a bit, so please don't sing along. You'll get confused. The first I'm going to sing is called 867-5309, by Tommy Tutone, but I changed the words. I call it 584-6989. This is to warn you, Harry," he said shaking a finger, and turning to the CD player on the wall.

"I know you think I'm like the others before, who saw your name and number on the wall. Ginny, I got your number. I need to make you mine. Ginny don't change your number, 584-6989. I got it, I got it, I got your number on the wall. I got it, I got it, I got your number on the wall, for a good time, for a good time call..."

Ginny turned red in the face, and whispered to Hermione. "He's calling me a slut! For a good time call? My own brother at my wedding!" She put her head in her hands. "And he is giving out my phone number. Aunt Marge will never stop calling me and Harry to tell us how awful we are..."

Ron smiled as the song stopped. "Now, Harry," said Ron. "This song is to show you how bossy my sister is. It was originally called Jenny Says, by Cowboy ,outh, but I call it Ginny Says."

"Ginny says, 'Turn off the radio.' Ginny says, 'Turn off the light.' Ginny says, 'Turn off the video, and beat yourself to bring yourself down.' Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. When the world is coming down on me, let it go."

Ginny tried to leap up to attack Ron, but Hermione held her back. "He must be drunk," she said. "This will be over with soon enough."

Ginny was red in the face and Harry was dumbfounded.

"And this one is to show you how dangerous she is," giggled Ron. He pressed play.

"Ginny's got a gun. Ginny's got a gun. Dog days just begun. Everybody is on the run. Tell me now it's untrue. What did her daddy do? He took a little, bitty, baby--"

Neville screamed and ran out, and at doing this Ginny went straight up to the stage and pulled Ron away and out of the dining area.

"See," yelled Ron. "Bossy! Like I said!"

"Shut up," hissed Ginny. He pushed him out the door. "How could you?!" she demanded.

"How could you?" he whispered. "You how much I like Hermione, yet you still gave her that embarrassing photo!"

"Yeah," said Ginny, "well, you've been so dumb you still haven't realized how much she fancies you!" She clapped her hands over her mouth. "I did not say that, Ron..."

"Yes, you did..." he said eyes wide.

"That's beside the point," began Ginny. "My wedding, Ron! My own wedding..."

But Ron wasn't listening. She likes me...Me, me, me, me, me, me, me...

"Ron!" said Harry. Rons eyes focused and met Harrys. "How could you do that to my wife, your sister, our wedding?!" asked Harry.

"You gave me the songs, Harry..."

Ginny looked at Harry. "You what?! You're in the dog house!" yelled Ginny. She was of course referring to the place where all married men "went" until they were forgiven.

Ron laughed a bit. "You can't put me in the dog house, can you, Ginny, dear?"

Ginny thought a moment. "Why, you're right, Ron. I can't...but Hermione can..."

"You wouldn't!" he whispered.

"HERMIONE!" screeched Ginny.

Hermione came running, thinking she was in some perilous danger. Panting she said, "Yes?"

"Have at him," she said pointing to Ron. "Sick him, I don't care, just make him wish were never." Hermione looked at her trying to make Ginny regret she treated her like a dog. "Sorry," said Ginny. "Just...have at him!"

Hermione sighed and looked to Ron. "How could you be so tactless? Her wedding, Ron, her wedding! And you ruined it. I can't believe you'd be so stupid. What was this all about? The picture she gave me? I can't believe--"

Ron covered her mouth and grinned a bit. "You like me, don't you?"

Hermione inhaled sharply. "Uh, maybe I'll go talk to Luna," she said turning.

"I like you too, 'Mione..." he whispered.

She turned and their lips met.

***

Ron got up to the microphone. "I'd like to apologize for my rude behavior before. I'd like to sing a serious song for my sister this time. For her and her husband. Have fun, you two. This is called Love was Made for Me and You, by Nat King Cole ," he said picking up a guitar. He smiled a bit and spoke into the mic. "Didn't think I could play, could you?" He laughed and started the song.

"[L] is for the way you look at me. [O] is for the only one I see. [V] is very, very extraordinary. [E] is even more than anyone that you adore. Love is all that I can give to you. Love is more than just a game for two. Two in love can make it. Take my heart and please don't break it. Love was made for me and you."