A/N: Sorry if chapter's too short. Will update soon!

Harry Potter walked into Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, banged his fist on the front desk and yelled "I'm gonna kill you two!"

Needless to say the entire shop was alarmed, and everyone stared at Harry.

"I bet it's that Scottish bloke again..." muttered Fred "Always causing trouble…he'll scare away our customers if we're not careful! Mind you, it wouldn't matter. We made about 1000 galleons last week…"

"1000 galleons? If you're so rich, how come I'm doing all this work and you refuse to pay me?"

Fred Weasley grinned. "Well, let's just say you'll have more then that amount of money once a certain Mr. Potter comes round…"

Ginny scowled. "For one thing, me and Harry are just friends. I stopped fancying him a long time ago. He's hardly going to ask me to marry him!"

Fred grinned at her, and winked slyly. "You never know with The Boy Who Lived!"

Ginny refused to talk to him for the next 5 minutes.


"Those two had better explain themselves." Harry muttered to himself. "Otherwise I'm gonna kill 'em…"

Suddenly a red-headed girl emerged from a green door, carrying what seemed to be a box full of Puking Pasties. She walked towards the desk and plonked the box down, and then suddenly looked up to find him staring at her.

"Harry!" Ginny Weasley exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

Harry grinned at her and gestured to the box. "Last time I had one of those I vomited in 3 times in Quidditch practise, remember? I only then remembered to eat the rest of the pill…"

Ginny giggled. "Angelina wasn't too pleased!"

"Oh, but she should have been! After all, I didn't vomit on her broomstick. Just her robes!"

She laughed. " I presume you're here to see Fred and George?"

"Yep. We've got some, erm…business to discuss!"

"Right!" Ginny raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, okay! The uncivilized sort of business!"

"This should be interesting…" Ginny eyes sparkled. "Mind if I watch?"

Harry nodded, grinning. "Can you lead me to them, then?"

"With pleasure…."