TITLE: You're the One I Want
CHAPTER: Sisters Know Best
AUTHOR: Teigra
E-MAIL: [email protected]
PAIRING: Neville/Ron, pre-slash
SERIES: Yes
ARCHIVE: On Gardener's Delight, fanfiction.net, this web-site and any where else that people want it, just ask first.
CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 (for now)
SUMMARY: Just what does happen when Neville spends the summer with Ron?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them... She does *points to JKR* and I am making no money from this, I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is the last part in a trilogy of fics. The first being: 'Personal Hell' and the second: 'Imminent Arrival'.
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"Ginny, open up." Someone knocks on her bedroom door.
"George, go away!"
"Ah, come on little sis, is that any way to talk to your big brother?"
"You too Fred, get lost!"
"We just need to ask you a question..."
"I am not testing *any* more of your products!"
"For once sis it's more important than that!"
There was a rustling around the room, a click and the door opens a crack. A young woman looks out. "This better be important." She's greeted by two identical grinning faces.
"Let us in and we'll tell you."
Moving out of the way, she lets them into the room and shuts the door behind them. Turning, she crosses her arms over her chest and eyes the two of them. "Don't touch anything if you want to leave this room alive."
The two men give her identical looks of fringed innocence, practiced one too many times to look natural. "We wouldn't do such a thing."
"Yeah right, that's why the last time you were in here, I had to get mom to de-hex the place." She scowls at the two of them, "Now what is so important that you need to get me up at eight in the morning on my vacation?"
"You know Neville right?"
"Yeah, he's staying here for the summer, I go to school with him, went to two Yule Balls with him... of course I know him." She looks at them with suspicion. "If you are thinking of setting us up, think again you twits."
"Ginny, would we do that?"
"Yes!"
"Not this time, though we do know this guy..."
"Finish that thought and you'll find out just *how* docile your little sister really is."
"Ok..." George grins at her. "Well, we were just wondering..."
"if you knew..."
"What was going on between..."
"Ron and Neville?"
"After spending all day yesterday..."
"and the last two nights..."
"we know something is going on..."
"between the two of them."
"Even if they don't." George finished.
If she hadn't have put up with the two of them speaking the others sentence, she wouldn't have been able to follow that. "Ok, so what you're saying is you're catching on."
Two blank looks.
Starting to pace around her room, her housecoat flowing out behind her, while pulled tight in the front. "Look, if I tell you anything, I want you to swear, swear on everything you hold dear, that you won't interfere. If you do something to hurt those two, I'll tell mom about the two of you."
Fred holds up his right hand, "I swear on our joke shop that we won't do anything to *hurt* either of them."
"Does he speak for you too George?"
"Yes."
"All right," she takes a deep breath and takes a good look at the two of them. "They like each other, and they can't admit it. I'm sort of hoping this summer will fix this, cause I don't think I could stand another term like last. My date to the Yule ball, spent the entire time mooning over my brother, both times we had a Yule Ball." She sighs, "Don't do anything to them in the forms of pranks. Just give them a few days together, alone and they will figure it out themselves." Looking at the twins, "Now get out of my room. I have an hour and a half before moms going to force me to get up. I want to get some more sleep."
"Night Gin, you're the best." Both twins give her a kiss on the cheek as they leave her room and she locks the door behind them.
"Ok, you can come out now." She whispers under the bed.
A man with platinum blonde hair and delicate features slips out from under the bed. "The Weasel and Longbottom?"
She grins, "Not as surprising as you and I."
"Do we really have an hour and a half?" his grey eyes twinkle.
"Mmmm, now... lets continue where my brothers so rudely interrupted." With that she slips the robe off her shoulders, revealing that she's wearing nothing underneath.
CHAPTER: Sisters Know Best
AUTHOR: Teigra
E-MAIL: [email protected]
PAIRING: Neville/Ron, pre-slash
SERIES: Yes
ARCHIVE: On Gardener's Delight, fanfiction.net, this web-site and any where else that people want it, just ask first.
CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 (for now)
SUMMARY: Just what does happen when Neville spends the summer with Ron?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them... She does *points to JKR* and I am making no money from this, I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is the last part in a trilogy of fics. The first being: 'Personal Hell' and the second: 'Imminent Arrival'.
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"Ginny, open up." Someone knocks on her bedroom door.
"George, go away!"
"Ah, come on little sis, is that any way to talk to your big brother?"
"You too Fred, get lost!"
"We just need to ask you a question..."
"I am not testing *any* more of your products!"
"For once sis it's more important than that!"
There was a rustling around the room, a click and the door opens a crack. A young woman looks out. "This better be important." She's greeted by two identical grinning faces.
"Let us in and we'll tell you."
Moving out of the way, she lets them into the room and shuts the door behind them. Turning, she crosses her arms over her chest and eyes the two of them. "Don't touch anything if you want to leave this room alive."
The two men give her identical looks of fringed innocence, practiced one too many times to look natural. "We wouldn't do such a thing."
"Yeah right, that's why the last time you were in here, I had to get mom to de-hex the place." She scowls at the two of them, "Now what is so important that you need to get me up at eight in the morning on my vacation?"
"You know Neville right?"
"Yeah, he's staying here for the summer, I go to school with him, went to two Yule Balls with him... of course I know him." She looks at them with suspicion. "If you are thinking of setting us up, think again you twits."
"Ginny, would we do that?"
"Yes!"
"Not this time, though we do know this guy..."
"Finish that thought and you'll find out just *how* docile your little sister really is."
"Ok..." George grins at her. "Well, we were just wondering..."
"if you knew..."
"What was going on between..."
"Ron and Neville?"
"After spending all day yesterday..."
"and the last two nights..."
"we know something is going on..."
"between the two of them."
"Even if they don't." George finished.
If she hadn't have put up with the two of them speaking the others sentence, she wouldn't have been able to follow that. "Ok, so what you're saying is you're catching on."
Two blank looks.
Starting to pace around her room, her housecoat flowing out behind her, while pulled tight in the front. "Look, if I tell you anything, I want you to swear, swear on everything you hold dear, that you won't interfere. If you do something to hurt those two, I'll tell mom about the two of you."
Fred holds up his right hand, "I swear on our joke shop that we won't do anything to *hurt* either of them."
"Does he speak for you too George?"
"Yes."
"All right," she takes a deep breath and takes a good look at the two of them. "They like each other, and they can't admit it. I'm sort of hoping this summer will fix this, cause I don't think I could stand another term like last. My date to the Yule ball, spent the entire time mooning over my brother, both times we had a Yule Ball." She sighs, "Don't do anything to them in the forms of pranks. Just give them a few days together, alone and they will figure it out themselves." Looking at the twins, "Now get out of my room. I have an hour and a half before moms going to force me to get up. I want to get some more sleep."
"Night Gin, you're the best." Both twins give her a kiss on the cheek as they leave her room and she locks the door behind them.
"Ok, you can come out now." She whispers under the bed.
A man with platinum blonde hair and delicate features slips out from under the bed. "The Weasel and Longbottom?"
She grins, "Not as surprising as you and I."
"Do we really have an hour and a half?" his grey eyes twinkle.
"Mmmm, now... lets continue where my brothers so rudely interrupted." With that she slips the robe off her shoulders, revealing that she's wearing nothing underneath.