Je les aime tous les mêmes

Je les aime tous les mêmes

I love all of my brothers the same.

They don't believe me when I tell them this, even though it's true. Each of them has a special place in my heart, as cliché as it sounds.

Bill has always been the comforting one. If I was at my worst, he would take me into his arms and stroke my hair. I don't know how he does it, but he always gets me to open up to him and then make me smile afterward. I recall a time when I was younger and I had fallen outside in the garden. He scooped me up and brought me to the kitchen, washed off my bleeding knee and had me laughing within minutes. Forever caring and comforting, Bill Weasley.

Charlie has always been the adventurous one. Even when he was just starting Hogwarts, he was getting himself injured. He would sneak off into the Forbidden Forest with one of his friends and wind up in the hospital wing, and Mum and I would hear about it a day or two later. Mum would send him a Howler, and then he would stay out of harm's way for a month or two. But when he came home, the two of us would sneak up to the crawlspace in the attic and he would tell me all about what he had done over the year. I loved it, simply to hear to him speak and watch his hands move about rapidly. And he only did this with me, no one else. It was a brother-sister tradition. Forever adventurous and courageous, Charlie Weasley.

Percy has always been misunderstood by those around him. I don't think that even Mum completely comprehends the way he behaves, but I do. He's open with me in a way that he is with no one else. And I am very thankful for that. He tells me about how he hates having free time, how it causes him to become nervous and snappish. And for this reason, he is always busying himself with extra school work. I often wonder why he has such a need to be continuously working, but I suppose that an answer will appear soon. But as I said, he is quite open with me and I need some one to confide in me. Every one else in my family considers me too little and they assume that I will not be able to handle too much. So, it is for this reason that Percy is very important to me. Forever quiet and misunderstood, Percy Weasley.

The twins, Fred and George, have always been funny. If it weren't for them, our family would be quite the boring sort. They are always creating things that cause explosions, and it drives my mum mad. Although, it's quite humorous to see her go red as she runs toward the stairs to angrily shout out their names, only to receive a unified answer of, "We didn't do it!" Both boys are very good to me, though. They treat me very carefully. Even when I was acting like a bit of a brat, they were kind. When I had an upsetting dream in the middle of the night, and I crawled into their bed, they would not force me out. Not that any of my other brothers did, but the others would always carry me back into my bedroom once I had fallen asleep. However, the twins wouldn't. I would awaken to find myself in one of their beds, that twin's arms around me. Even if they had been awake for hours, they would not get up until they were sure that I was awake as well. Forever funny and cunning, Fred and George Weasley.

And then there's Ron. What is there to say about Ron? Merlin, does he have a temper - quite like me, actually. He is very sure of what he believes in, and he will make sure that his opinion is stated. But he really is loving, and he protects me as though he too would be injured if something happened to me. Sometimes, he can take things overboard with the protection, but I do appreciate it. When I need consoling, he's the one I turn to. After all, Bill is not always around anymore, and sometimes I'd rather speak to Ron, knowing that he is almost my own age. And he has taken the blame for things I have done, simply to prove that he loves me, which was quite unnecessary. I know that he cares for me. But he does it anyway, and that is how I know that blood is definitely thicker than water.

~*~

"C'mon, Ginny!"

"I'll be down in a minute!" I carefully removed the remaining knots from my red hair, studying my reflection one last time before closing my jewelry box and placing my brush down beside it. I hurried down the stairs, each one creaking beneath my feet, and out the back door. Everyone was in the garden - it was our Weasley summer get-together, and even Bill and Charlie had come home to visit. As soon as I entered the garden, I could smell food. It was delicious, and it would probably taste about ten times better than it smelled, which would be amazing.

As I made my way out onto the grass, I found each of my brothers, save for Percy, lined up, staring at me. "What?" I asked, my eyes flickering from one Weasley to the next. And each one just grinned.

"GET HER!" The twins suddenly yelled, before all five boys came charging at me. I didn't even have time to run before they forced me to the ground, laughing and grinning. And I couldn't help myself, I laughed too. Though, I probably started after some one had begun tickling me. I think it was Bill, but it could've been Ron. I could barely tell who from who by this point, we were all tangled in a red sea of hair and freckles.

"I hate you all," I told them upon realizing that they had ruined my hair. But they only laughed harder at that, each one falling to the ground in their own space.

"We love you too, Ginny," each one said, not quite together but not too far apart.

I smiled. Yep, I loved them too.

~fini~

This is what it's supposed to say. Sorry about that!