"He's not right for you, Ginny", Ron whispered. Ginny rolled her eyes, burying her nose in the library spellbook she was studying and doing her best to ignore her brother. Ever since Ron had found out that she and Dean Thomas had become romantically involved, Ron had been hovering at her shoulder, pestering her and insisting that Dean "just wasn't a good match" for her.
Contrary to his intent, Ron's persistent naggering only encouraged Ginny. At the start of the school year, she had begun parading Dean in front of him, making sure he could see them holding hands or stealing a kiss in the corridors. Tonight, however, Ginny needed to be studying for an upcoming Transfiguration exam, and Ron was grating on her. "I mean, really, Ginny. He's Dean. You can do better, you know?" Ron had inched closer, raising his voice enough that Madam Pince was now looking in their direction sternly. The page of the book in front of Ginny blurred, her focus broken.
She sighed, turned to look at Ron, and said flatly, "he's about nine inches, Dean. Ten, maybe." Ron's expression shifted from confusion to comprehension, and then shocked dismay. "G-Ginny... you mean you've... you've..." he gulped, red in the face. The smirk on his sister's face broadened as she leaned closer to him and whispered in a silky voice, "you bet your ass we have, Ron. In the front, in the back... down my throat."
Ron went white as a sheet, stammering as he backed away from his sister. Ginny wasn't done though. "You know Ron, frankly I'm tired of you judging my choice in men. Dean was my choice. Mine. And you're going to have to learn to accept that... one way or the other." Ginny glanced quickly around to make sure no one was watching them, then reached into her robes and withdrew her wand. Ron's mouth was agape, stunned as his own sister pointed her wand at him.
"Hominem Reducio"
Ron's world swirled around him, everything seeming to grow to massive proportions as his body shrank. Three feet tall, then two, then one, until finally he stopped shrinking at just over three inches tall. Ginny smiled down at the pile of robed on the bench next to her, and the pale, naked form of her pathetic brother staring up at her. She gave her wand one additional flourish and whispered, "Muffliato". Ron's tiny squeaks of protest were suddenly silenced.
Once again making sure no one was watching, Ginny quickly swept her brother up in one hand and held him in front of her face. "So, what to do with you?"
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