I'm Scared - for letmypidgeonsgo - Ron, Ginny – PG-13
Title : I'm Scared
For : letmypidgeonsgo
Pairing : Ron, Ginny
Prompt : "I'm scared"
Words : 700
Rating : PG-13
Note : You get sibling!fic, not Weasleycest, because I don’t write Weasleycest, but it is seven drabbles, so that is kinda stylish. Oh, and there is what I call major character death, but your mileage may vary.


Mum doesn’t approve, but I have always had a favourite brother.

And that’s ridiculous, by the way, because she’d never tell Fred or George off for having a favourite.

But Ron and I were so close when we were small; just a year apart, and buffered from the rest of them by the whirlwind of the twins, it was always Ron I went to when I was scared of the lightning.

Or of Fred and George.

And I never told anyone that he came to me to get rid of spiders for him.

Best friends forever; what could change that?

<’))))><

I hated it when Ron got his Hogwarts letter.

I tried so hard not to show it, because he was so happy, so full of stories the others had told him.

Not the twins – their stories were hardly anything to look forward to.

Or Percy – his were about how fascinating Arithmancy would be.

And, to his credit, my favourite brother, he never bragged about going.

He told me how much he’d enjoy showing me stuff, when I got to school.

“I’m scared you’ll forget me,” I admitted.

He snorted.

He doubted he’d make new friends, anyway; best friends forever, right?

<’))))><

I was scared about starting school, but confident that Ron would be there, taking care of me.

But Ron was busy.

He had Harry and Hermione and their adventures and I had what must officially be the worst first year of school, ever.

I tried to tell him what was happening, but the twins were there, and he’d have been so disappointed in me, anyway.

So I suffered alone, thinking that no one cared.

Until I awoke in the Chamber to see Harry, covered in blood and dirt; until we scrambled up the tunnel and I fell into Ron’s arms.

<’))))><

The whole point of the DA was sticking together, and being prepared to fight, so I ignored Harry’s protests at the three of us joining the golden trio.

I ignored the fact that I flew four hundred and fifty miles with my legs spread over nothingness.

I ignored the look on Ron’s face.

I ignored the way my stomach clenched when Lucius Malfoy threatened me, revelling in the way my friends drew together, before me.

But I have never been so scared as when Ron was Confunded trying to protect me, when he was coughing up blood in Harry’s arms.

<’))))><

I know I was a total bitch to Ron about the whole snogging thing, but he drove me insane.

It simply was not his business who I kissed.

I know it was cruel to tell him about Hermione kissing Viktor; I knew how confused he was about the whole Hermione thing, bless him.

And it would have served me right if he’d freaked out about me and Harry.

I was scared he wouldn’t accept us.

But he was fabulous.

Even if I have a feeling he’d have beaten me up for breaking Harry’s heart, rather than the other way round.

<’))))><

So much for the three of them going of on their own and keeping me safe.

The Order and the Death Eaters poured into the grounds and we ran out to help and there were spells criss-crossing the night and I couldn’t see Harry or Ron anywhere.

I was shit scared.

Every flash of red hair had my heart in my mouth.

Bill was holding his own; Charlie was furious at me for being there.

I didn’t even see Harry facing You Know Who.

Not once I watched Lucius Malfoy kill my dad, and Ron striking him down, in return.

<’))))><

“I’m scared, Ron,” I moaned.

He did his best to comfort me.

“This was easier before you were a girl, you know,” he said, arms wrapping around me.

“What was?” I asked.

“Looking after you, when you were scared, when we were little.”

I hugged him tightly.

“You’ll be fine,” he said firmly.

“I’m so glad it’s you giving me away,” I whispered.

“Who else could it be?” he asked.

“Well, I was worried you wouldn’t do it.”

“I can do that and be Harry’s Best Man, too,” he said. “As long as I don’t have to do two speeches.”