Many miles away, the mood in another house was quite the opposite of that present in Malfoy Manor. The Burrow was decorated with green and gold streamers and baubles that made the cramped little house feel twice as small as it usually was. The garden had been de-gnomed, and the usually clutter that invaded the kitchen had been swept away.
Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys were packed around the small wooden table that was stacked to the brim with plates of beef, potatoes, homemade bread, salad and many other of Mrs. Weasley's delicious dishes. Harry, squashed between Ron and Charlie, could barely move his arms in fear of knocking over his goblet of pumpkin juice. But the usual coziness and warmth of the Burrow washed over him in a wave of euphoria and the twin's latest success only added to the joy.
"I saw we propose a toast!" exclaimed Mr. Weasley, raising his goblet. "To Fred and George and their Wizarding Wingmen!"
"To Fred and George!" echoed the table, and there was much sloshing of pumpkin juice and beer as everyone raised their glasses to the twins.
"Really, you guys," said Hermione as she helped herself to a plate of mashed potatoes, "your Wingmen are fascinating! You must have had to use some really advanced charms."
"Hermione, we're flattered by your compliments," said George, "but it's Dad you've really got to give the credit to. It's thanks to his Muggle-loving ventures that we got the idea at all!"
"He was going on and on about some Muggle 'enter-net' he and Perkins discovered on some device called a computer," Fred joined in. "Really excited about it, never seen him so worked up before. Apparently, Muggles use it to, you know, get it on with one another." He winked.
"Quicker and a hell of a lot cleaner than owls," interjected George, his mouth full of bread.
"So George and I, being the great thinkers that we are, thought 'Well why can't wizards do that too?' and then we remembered the diary that possessed Ginny and how she could write with You-Know-Who and we realized it would be quite easy to do something similar. Only ours wouldn't involve dark magic of course."
"How thoughtful," scowled Ginny. Harry caught her eyes and grinned.
"Yes, dear sister, how thoughtful indeed," said Fred. "With a few not-so-simple spells, George and I were able to charm some old diaries into Wizarding Wingmen. Now you all can write instant messages to your lovers. Every notebook has a twin, but no one knows who the other belongs to, 'cept us of course. The Muggles call it "blind dating". They've been flying off the shelves at the shop!"
"Kids now a days just can't keep it in their pants can they, Fred?" asked George.
"Been thinking the same thing myself, Georgie," answered Fred.
"How much do they cost?" asked Ron, looking at the green notebook Fred had pulled from his robes and set on the table hungrily.
"We're not selling them to you," George said.
"Yeah, we don't want any miniature Ickle Ronnikins running around here," said Fred. "But I think we can give Harry and Hermione each one for free, what do you say?"
He passed one of the notebooks to each of them and they both turned scarlet.
"Fred, I-," Hermione stammered; Harry saw the tips of her ears turning pink.
"No need to thank us Hermione," the twins said, both of them winking.