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"Okay, we've decided-"

"That we're absolutely tired of you two."

The identical voices of Fred and George Weasley startled Ron, causing the sixteen-year-old to fall off of his bed with a loud crash. They stood over him, waiting for a response of some sort.

It came in the extremely angry form of, "What the bloody hell was that about?"

They smiled simultaneously, obviously this had been the reaction they'd wanted. "We're tired of you and your significant other sitting around day after day giving each other these goofy smiles that make everyone else in the room want to vomit-" Fred began, the grin never faltering.

"-Staring at each other every spare moment you get-" George continued.

"-And ignoring everyone else present while you give every bit of attention to each other."

Ron's eyes grew wide, for they had spoken so quickly it had been difficult to understand them. "Er... what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Wow, you are thick," George said, clearly amused at his little brother.

"Let us put it this way. We know you have some quite strong feelings toward a certain bushy-haired, brown-eyed bookworm," Fred explained.

"I have no idea what you two are talking about," Ron replied, though his ears grew bright scarlet. "Hermione and I are best friends."

The Weasley twins looked at each other, smirks on their faces.

"Okay, just keep on denying it. But just so you know, it's obvious to everyone in the entire family. Actually, probably to anyone who's ever met you two-"

"-And we don't want you to screw it up with the only girl who'd ever be insane enough to care about you."

Then Fred produced a book from behind his back, and held it out to Ron. Ron looked puzzled, but reached out to take it anyway. It said in bold letters at the top of the cover, Twelve Fail-Safe Ways To Charm Witches. Ron looked confused.

"What's this for?" he queried skeptically.

"Do you ever listen to a word we say?" Fred asked, incredulous.

"Nah, it's almost always rubbish," Ron replied simply, shrugging his shoulders.

"Thanks, little brother. Insult us right after we give you the only book that's worth reading. Just listen to everything it says. It'll help you get things going with the brilliant witch that you so obviously love, Ickle Ronniekins," Fred said, smiling at Ron as if he couldn't see the enormous glare that was directed towards him for using the nickname.

Ron stayed silent, looking at the book with a mixed expression of embarassment and confusion.

"Well, that's all we needed to say, I reckon. Just read it through, cover to cover, and use it wisely," George concluded with a wink.

Before Apparating out of the small room, Fred quickly added, "And we both better be invited to the wedding."

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Just a little plot bunny that crossed my mind as I was reading The Deathly Hallows. I don't particularly like it, but it was a blast to write. Review, please!