Title: Just What Brothers Do

Summary: Fred, George, and Ron decide it's high time to have a talk with Ginny.

Rating: K+

Pairings: Mentions of Ginny/Luna

Challenges: QLFC Training Camp - Seeker: Banchory Bangers - Round 2 (Not Your Average OTP) - "Write about a third party interest in your OTP."

Extra Notes: Enjoy!

Just What Brothers Do

Ginny huffed a frustrated sigh as she stared down at her Herbology textbook. She would never be able to make sense of the complicated mess that was Latin plant names.

She let out another loud groan, flopping back onto her bed, her long red hair splaying across her pillows. It was Christmas break, for Merlin's sake! She should be outside, throwing snowballs at her brothers, or going out for cocoa with Luna, or even helping her mum do household chores (something she had promised to do, but never actually gotten around to). Whatever the case, Ginny felt that studying was something she definitely should not be doing.

Just then, there was a knock at her bedroom door. Ginny sat up on her bed, pleasantly surprised- not only for the distraction from her reading, but at the prospect of someone actually bothering to knock before barging into her bedroom.

"Come in!" Ginny called.

The door swung open, and Ron trooped inside, Fred and George at his heels.

"Morning, Gin," Fred said with a cheery smile, perching on the edge of her bed. Winking at her, George sat beside his brother, swinging his dirty boots up onto her comforter. Ginny wrinkled her nose; now she would need to add scrubbing the dirt out of her blanket to her already endless list of chores.

Ron chose to stand, leaning against her dresser. "Good morning, Ginevra Weasley."

Ginny blinked, staring at him in shock. "What… did you just call me?"

"We said act casual, mate," George complained to Ron, rolling his eyes. "There's nothing casual about calling her Ginevra!"

Ginny crossed her arms. "What's going on here?"

"Well," Fred began dramatically, "we were staging an intervention-"

"It is not an intervention, Fred," Ron interrupted.

Fred, however, went on as if he hadn't heard him. "As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, we wanted to have a talk with you."

"What about?" Ginny demanded, eyes narrowing further.

"Luna," all three boys replied promptly in unison.

Ginny was silent for a moment.

Then she burst out laughing.

"Is this a joke?" she asked. "Because every time I mention Luna, it's all, 'Gin, stop, we know her hair is beautiful' or 'Please stop going on about her blue eyes, Ginny,' or 'Shut up, we know Luna believes in Nargles' or-"

"We get the picture," George interrupted. "But that's not exactly the kind of Luna talk we wanted to have with you."

Ginny frowned. "Do… Do one of you fancy her? Because, for your information, she is my girlfriend, and I-"

"Calm down, Gin," Ron assured her. "We don't fancy her."

Ginny racked her brain, but could think of absolutely no other reason her brothers would want to talk to her about Luna. "Then what?"

Fred leaned forward, twining his fingers together. "How's she treating you, Ginny?"

Ginny's eyes widened. "How's Luna treating me?"

"Yes," Ron nodded. "Is she good to you? What are her intentions, exactly?"

"What are her- what are her intentions?" Ginny sputtered. "Merlin, Ron, you're sounding more and more like Dad every day. Of course Luna treats me well."

"Mhmm," George hummed. "But we feel we wouldn't be doing our duty as your big brothers if we didn't ask."

"Okay," Ginny sighed. "You've 'done your duty' and you've interrupted my studying. Can you leave now?"

"We're not quite finished yet," Fred interjected, almost apologetically. "You haven't introduced your girlfriend to us, Gin! Not once!"

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, truly confused. "You've met Luna dozens of times."

"But never as your girlfriend," Ron reminded her. "Every time she's come over, it's been because she's your friend. You've never actually introduced us to her as your girlfriend."

"We only started dating three weeks ago!" Ginny exclaimed. "And we've been at school! I haven't exactly had the chance to re-introduce her to our family, now, have I?" She frowned at them. "And besides, now I'm not even sure I want to."

"Come on," George said. "Invite her over! Then we can interrogate her, like proper older brothers."

"And tell her all sorts of embarrassing stories about when you were a baby," Fred added.

"And make sure she knows to treat you right," Ron said firmly.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "This is Luna we're talking about. She would never hurt a soul, and she would never ever hurt me."

Just then, they heard the front door open loudly. The sounds of Molly Weasley greeting somebody filled the house.

"Hello, Luna!" they heard Molly say. "Wonderful to see you! Ginny's in her room!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Luna's voice replied.

Ginny's eyes widened in panic, and she glanced desperately to her brothers, pained to see that they were all wearing identical smirks, their eyes gleaming wickedly.

Ginny leapt off her bed, determined to beat them to the front door, but Ron, Fred, and George were already out of the room, probably skidding into the kitchen to ambush Luna.

"Hello, Luna!" Ginny heard Fred say, much louder than necessary. She grimaced as his voice carried all the way to her bedroom.

"Hello, Fred," Luna answered brightly.

"We've just got a few things to ask you…" George noted, and Ginny raced out of her bedroom, needing to intercept them before poor Luna was scared off forever.

"Ask away," Luna answered easily, and Ginny mentally scolded her girlfriend's neverending politeness.

This was not going to go well.