Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter….nor am I British…sigh

I was walking down the corridor of the train, beginning to regret the decision Hermione and I had made about going separate ways. Yes, we'd finish our patrols faster but I was getting ridiculously bored…The joys of being a prefect had long ago worn off. It was a right pain in the arse to have to miss out on sitting with Harry and Hermione in a compartment sharing jokes over some Chocolate Frogs.

But being a sixth year did have its own perks, the best being able to scare ickle firsties out of my chair in front of the fire. I'd have to avoid doing it too much in front of Hermione though, she'd just lecture me till my ears bled.

I looked at my watch and realized I had half an hour left. I groaned. For the love of Merlin's saggy…

I looked into one of the compartments and noticed that Ginny was in it, laughing loudly with Dean over something Seamus had said. I scowled, still mad that Ginny would pick to be with someone older than her. Also that Dean would even dare think that he was good enough for her. She looked over at me and smiled, so I quickly wiped off the scowl on my face and smiled back, I might be a right idiot at times but I also didn't have a death wish…

As much as the thought of her being with Dean is bloody difficult to swallow, when she smiles at me like that…I can't stay mad at her. With her rosy cheeks and kind eyes she looks just like mum. Even though lately we fight more like we're enemies than siblings, I do care for her. And I much prefer this angelic Ginny then the Hungarian Horntail version she turns into when I try to play big brother.

I can't give up though, no matter how scary she gets. (While she looks just like mum when she's happy, she looks even more like her when she's fucking angry.)

I know she won't listen to me and break it off with the prat, I'm not delusional. If she's gonna dump him, it's gonna be because she wants to. No matter how much she fights it though, I'm her big brother and I'm gonna protect my baby sister.

Doesn't matter if it's Dean or Michael, or hell, Harry! I'll hex the bloody pants off anyone who tries to hurt her. S'not the point that she can cast a bat-bogey hex better than anyone I know.

I didn't know it'd be this bad to have a younger sister. When you have a younger sister you stay up at night sometimes worrying about her choices. Not that I'd ever tell anyone…

It'd be so much simpler if she was still young. I know she's not a baby anymore, but it's hard to admit. This became even more obvious when she started Hogwarts. She didn't follow me around trying to get me to play some stupid games. She didn't attempt terrible jokes. Ginny got her own friends.

And now she doesn't want me around.

I can't exactly pinpoint when this happened but it hurts sometimes. I brush off her teasing but Merlin what I would give to have her look up to me like she used to.

More than ever I wish we were back at the Burrow, back before Hogwarts, when she would follow me around everywhere. Copying me in everything I did. That's the reason she has to cut up her pancakes before starts eating them, you know. Also why she likes her tea extra sweet.

And she tried so hard to prove herself to me. I once got her to eat twenty-five bogie flavored beans in a minute because I said it'd be bloody awesome. And it actually was until she threw up and mum found out. I swear my ears are lopsided because of it…

I used to hate not having any time to myself because she'd always be there and now I wish we could just sit on the couch and have a funny-face contest.

I wish she still saw a hero when she looked at me. That she would ask my advice on everything. I wish I could carry her around on my back while she squealed with laughter and asked me to run the "most fastest" I could.

I'd trade anything to be able to ruffle her hair and hear her giggle one more time, to play in the mud and roll in the grass, to blow raspberries on her tummy and tickle her until she begged for mercy.

But at fifteen she's too cool for that. Too cool for me. She finds me annoying. Me! Ronnie! The guy who's bed was sanctuary when she had a nightmare.

I sigh deeply, I'll never understand. I look to the Divination homework in front me and sigh again seeing I got almost nothing done. As I stand and stretch, the portrait hole opens and I scrunch my face in confusion as Ginny spots me and I see she's been crying.

She runs to me and hugs me so powerfully I'm forced to sit on the couch with her clinging to me. Without even thinking I hug her as she sobs into my chest. I ask her what's wrong and she tells me she broke it off with Dean. I fight a smile because this is obviously not the time to celebrate. See Hermione? I have a bigger emotional range than a teaspoon!

I rub her back and tell her everything's okay. We sit there as her sobs die down to mere sniffles.

And I realize everything will be okay, because Ginny, my Gin, decided to come to me first after the break up. She came to her big brother for comfort. Regardless of how old we get, no matter if she has a boyfriend or five, or if we're too old to have tickle fights, I will always be her brother and I will always be here for her.

She hugs me tighter and softly sighs, "Thanks, Ron."

I smile down at her and ruffle her hair.

"Ron!"

I just had to fix this up. Couldn't do much with it without changing too much, and while I cringe at my early writing I also want to preserve it at least a little bit. Maybe one day I'll rewrite the whole thing again and change it up.

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