1995-02-10: Some Inconvenient Truths

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Scene Title Some Inconvenient Truths
Synopsis Ginny and Ron talk about important things.
Location Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts
Date February 10, 1995
Watch For The ear flick.
Logger Ginny

It's late night in the Gryffindor Common Room, and a certain Weasley is sitting in the couch in front of the fire, staring into the flames. There's not many left— the fire is barely keeping itself lit, as late as it is, and before long, it won't be anything but embers. Stifling a small yawn, Ron continues to stare into the fireplace, seeing if he can count all the little pieces of coal and embers, but it's not exactly working out.

Ginny has been a nervous wreck ever since she heard the rumors. She has been fretting like it's just been added as an Olympic sport and she needs to get all of her fretting in to get back in shape. Her lips look chewed on, her nails are a wreck, her hair is tangled, and her clothing is disheveled. It takes her a few tries to even get the password correct to get inside the Tower, and as she climbs through the portrait hole with a sigh.

Ron's head begins to tilt to the side, eyes threatening to close as his mouth opens up slightly, head slowly sliding down the back of the couch. It won't be too long before he crashes completely, struggling to keep his eyes open. He should be sleeping, but he doesn't want to be sleeping when his best mate has been missing for this long. There's really no good reason behind it.. it just seems like a waste of time. It doesn't exactly help with classes, either. It's only when the portrait hole opens that he snaps awake, looking around for a moment, unsure of what exactly is going on, when he spots Ginny. "Hey, sis," he says, offering her a weak smile. "You look… you look terrible."

Ginny narrows her eyes, which are complete with bags under them, at her brother. "Thanks," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You, too, are the very picture of health." Sarcasm completed, she remembers her intention, and nearly hurls herself across the room at Ron. "Why! Didn't! You! TELL ME?!" Ginny smacks a nearby armchair for emphasis. "You know who I heard it from? A first year, Ron!"

The youngest of the Weasley sons has lived with Ginny long enough to know and fear her wrath. And fear it he does. Bounding up from the couch, he puts a good amount of distance between he and Ginny. "I'm sorry! I didn't want you to worry, okay? I know you— I was just trying to look out for you, is all." He jumps again when she smacks the armchair, rather thankful it isn't him. It's like a mini-version of his mother! "Bloody hell, Ginny."

"Look out for me?!" Ginny's voice has gotten so shrill that soon only dogs will be able to hear it. "That's how you bloody look out for me? You let a first year spill the beans to me over breakfast? I KISSED Harry and I don't get - " Ginny very abruptly stops talking, and her cheeks begin to colour. Did she just say that aloud? Uh oh. Uh oh uh oh uh oh.

"Well I wasn't planning for a first year to let you know, okay! I was going to tell you, I wasn't sure— YOU WHAT?!" Forget the fact that Harry is missing. Let's focus on the fact that it doesn't matter if Harry survives, because he is a DEAD MAN. "YOU KISSED HIM?!" Ron yells, hands out in the air, extending to either side of him. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KISSED HIM!" Nevermind the fact that he's probably waking up half of Gryffindor Tower, Harry took advantage of his little sister! "I told that slimy git not to do any snogging! But he did it anyway! AND WHAT ARE YOU KISSING HIM BACK FOR?! YOU'RE FAR TOO YOUNG!"

Ginny gives her brother the Doe Eyes. Her brown eyes widen, her lips pucker, her face softens. It's a teenage girl's first line of defense, after all. However, it does not work. At all. Well then! "That's not the point, Ron! He's MISSING, snatched from where he's supposed to be SAFE, and NO ONE TOLD ME." Ginny's voice steadily rises and rises until she, too, is rather close to waking up the other half of Gryffindor Tower.

"Well he's bloody well lucky he's missing, because if he was here right now, he would be a dead man!" He points a finger dramatically at Ginny, drawing himself up to his full height. "YOU, YOUNG LADY, ARE GROUNDED." And that's final! While he might be secretly glad that Ginny isn't snogging some other bloke in the school, she's still too young to be kissing! And he hasn't even snogged the girl he likes yet, WHICH IS SO UNFAIR.

"How can you say that?! He's MISSING, Ron! Anything could be happening to him right this very second!" Perhaps Ginny is laying it on a tad thick, but this is Harry, after all. When Ron brings himself up to his full height, she is not impressed. And when he has the nerve to declare her grounded, there is nothing more fitting to do than to give a derisive snort.

"You think I don't know he's missing?! You think I haven't combed this castle up and down, left to right, every bloody hiding spot I can think of to find him?! He's my best friend, Ginny, and I know he's missing!" He opens his mouth to say something else, but nothing comes out, and all of a sudden, he's deflated. Fallin into the couch, he leans forward, forehead in his hands. "I just hope he's okay."

Well, that takes the wind out of her sails. She can hardly yell at him when he looks like a kicked puppy. With a deep and long-lasting sigh, Ginny gives in and just thuds down onto the couch next to him. "What if he's somewhere in the castle, some bottomless pit or secret passage, and he's stuck and he can't get out and he's slowly losing air and and and!"

"He's not in the castle, as far as I can tell," Ron says, shaking his head. "I've got… his map, of the castle… I can't find him on it. Anyway. I've looked high and low. I've sat and watched it, I even snuck it into class and watched it in there in the hope he would show up, but he never does." He shakes his head again, shrugging his shoulders, and he leans back into the couch, looking up at the ceiling.

Ginny tilts her head to the side, an eyebrow raising. "A map? Well, that's useful enough I guess, but how can you tell if he's there or not without checking each location? And in a castle this big, that'd take forever. Though.. if we enlisted a bunch of students, maybe we could do it.." Ginny muses thoughtfully, absently smoothing a smudge on her robes.

"It's— I can't tell you everything, I don't know if he'd want me to… but the map is more than useful. It— trust me, if he was in the castle, he would be on the map. Literally, he would be on the map." He looks over at Ginny, an apologetic frown on his face. "I'm sorry, Gin, but I don't think he's in the castle."

Ginny takes a moment to digest this. On the map? Literally? He.. hmm! This gets filed away in her mental Thing About More Later When Not Panicking folder - that folder had been getting rather full ever since she found out. "When this is all over, you must tell me more about this map." When Ron makes his confession, she sits up, her temper rising again. "He's fine! He must be fine. If he weren't fine, we'd know. Somehow. I mean, you and Hermione are his best friends and I'm his.." Ginny stops. "Have you spoken to Professor Dumbledore? Someone must know something, somewhere to look, something to do!"

"Harry can tell you about it— it's his." Turning his eyes to the fire, Ron stares into it as Ginny speaks, but someone she starts to say causes him to look away from it. "And you're his best friend's sister," Ron says, eyes darting to Ginny's to give her a Significant Look. "I've talked to Professor Dumbledore. Hermione and I ran to tell him as soon as he was taken, and he's doing his best to find him. Everyone is…"

Ginny crosses her arms across her chest and sits back with a noisy sigh. "Yes. He can tell me about it when he gets back." Emphasis is put very firmly on the 'when'. There will be no if about this. Her brow furrows when he mentions the sister thing. "I'm not just your little sister, Ron." Her voice is a bit gentler than earlier, but she feels that this Needs to be Said.

"Oh yes, you are. You're only in third year! You shouldn't be kissing anyone yet. While I.. did give Harry permission to take you to the ball, I made sure to tell him no snogging. Of course, Harry never did listen well." The last part is said to himself more than anything, but he suddenly shakes his head. "We'll figure that out when he's back safe and sound."

"You're not my keeper, Ron!" Ginny is leaning forward again with an indignant squawk. "I'm not a child anymore." It takes a concentrated effort for her not to raise her voice. She needs to make her brother understand, and yelling probably isn't the best way to go about it. "I'm only a year younger than you, Ron."

"I know that, I'm just trying to look out for you! I don't want you to get hurt!" Why can't Ginny understand? Snogging boys is risky business! Even if it is Harry, who Ron knows would never hurt Ginny in a million years… but there's a war raging inside Ron's head everytime the thought of Ginny getting involved with boys comes up. On the one hand, she is a girl, and yes, she will kiss boys, but on the other hand, she's his sister! There's no winning with her. "Fine! Whatever! Snog Harry all you want, for all I care!"

"I'm thirteen, I can look after myself!" Ginny's temper is rising, despite her best efforts. Why must he be so unreasonable about something so stupid? Her narrowed eyes soften a bit at the comment about not wanting her to get hurt, and her temper ebbs ever so slightly. When he bursts out with his last sentence, though, Ginny almost throws her hands up in defeat. Instead, she brings her hand up to the side of his head and flicks his earlobe. It's a bit of an apologetic gesture that she'd started doing whenever they were younger and had gotten into terrible rows. Rather an, 'I'm done fighting now, let's stop' type of gesture.

And just like it did when they were kids, it still drives Ron mad. Jerking his head to the side, he swats at her hand in an aggravated matter, but it works all the same. "Harry will be fine," he says, reaching out and grabbing Ginny's hand, both for support for himself, and for her if he needs it. "Then…" He makes a somewhat strangled noise, as if what he's saying next is difficult. ".. then you can snog all you want to. … as long as I don't see it."

Ginny grins a satisfied grin when Ron grabs her hand. She gives him a gentle squeeze back, not pulling away just yet. "Harry will be fine," she repeats with firm determination in her voice. "I promise, you won't see a thing." Note to self, Ginny thinks, find blindfolds for Ron.


It's late. There might be insanity.


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