In the hierarchy of the Weasley family Ron could always be counted on to turn a small problem into a crisis of epic proportions. Perhaps it was due to their closeness in age, or just the burden of being the two youngest in the family but Ron and Ginny had been fighting from her birth. Of course with every fight came an apology and a few days, hours, or minutes of being best friends again.
Eventually though Harry had taken Ginny's place as Ron's best friend, Hermione and Luna (and Harry, on some level) shared that duty for Ginny and while they were still close? It was a different sort than in childhood but even so? Ginny seemed to value Ron's opinion the most even if she didn't particularly want too - it just seemed wrong to put more personal investment in one brother than another, but she had literally grown up with Ron. It just couldn't be helped.
She had known that Ron and Charlie were going to likely be the opposition. Bill, George, Percy and her parents were all thrilled for her - Ron had stayed looking slightly murderous in the corner and Ginny thought Charlie was probably still in shock.
The thing about Charlie, though, was that eventually he'd come around and be on her side. Ron had the talent of holding a grudge until the end of time, especially if Ginny made a mistake and pushed his buttons.
However, pregnancy had given her a new personal mantra. She had gotten herself into this by not monitoring the effects of all the potions with one another, and she was going to be an adult about it. Children were a great thing after all.
But that moto meant that simply ignoring Ron wasn't an option. Ginny needed to talk to him right now, her only problem was that Harry wasn't here to help her decipher what in the bloody hell Ron was talking about when he got angry and stopped making sense.
Untangling herself from her mum and Fleur she crossed the room, taking a seat across from Ron in the seat Charlie had left when he saw her coming.
"Ron? Talk to me, please." she said, leaning down in the hope of catching his eye as he stared at the chess board.