Author's Notes: After reading a lot of your reviews, I noticed that there are a few people who have been looking for "confession" type stories. The books never covered how Ginny told her family about her and Harry's relationship and there's also not many on the fanfiction site so this is for you guys. I hope you like it.

I do not own Harry Potter.

Confessions Part Two:

Fred and George were smiling like little angels. That was the first clue something was wrong. Ginny stared them down over her glass of pumpkin juice, while Molly only distractedly told her she needed to eat something. She popped a few bites of meatloaf into her mouth but it was sprinkled with weird mint and wasn't at all up to her mother's usual standards. The moment Fred and George pushed back their chairs, she also excused himself from dinner and followed them up the stairs to their old bedroom.

"What are you up to?" she asked suspiciously, leaning against the door frame where she was relatively safe from all the throw-out pranks they still had scattered on the floor.

"Are you accusing us of something?" Fred asked feigning innocence.

George grinned toothily. "Very wise, little sister" he said, resting with one leg bent near his chin and the other dangling off the bed like the pendulum of an old clock. "And if you'd called us out before you ate, you'd be right on top of things. As it stands now…."

"What did you do?" she repeated, half-choking.

"Congratulations! You, Mum and Dad get to be our first test subjects for a new product. Truth mints. They make you come clean whenever someone asks you a question."

"You're so lucky my wand got confiscated." After hearing about her numerous detentions, mostly for hexing Slytherins, her parents had taken her wand. They knew that technically she wasn't of age to use magic outside school anyway, but that had never stopped her before.

"That's part of the reason we planned our little experiment for today. The way you have Dad wrapped around your little finger, it's doubtful you'll be grounded for long." Ginny spent several minutes silently fuming. She wanted to say, "If you make me answer anything embarrassing, I'll tell Mum on you," but the truth mints wouldn't let her bluff. Unless the twins were up to something truly horrible, she wasn't going to turn them over to their parents. That was something Percy would do.

She tried just turning around and leaving, but George steered her by the shoulders over to the desk and made her sit. "What do you want to know?" She narrowed her brown eyes at them, but Fred just tapped his chin in thought.

"Are you still dating Dean Thomas?"

"No," she answered, but felt compelled to say more, "He acted like a right idiot at times."

"He didn't try anything funny?" Fred wondered, alarmed.

She snorted, "Again no. He just never seemed to think I could handle myself."

"Didn't know you too well, did he?" George said, rubbing his face with his hand, like he was remembering what it felt like to have bogeys attacking him.

"What can I say? I'm an enigma," she stated with a smirk. "I'm not dating Michael Corner either." She knew that this wasn't what they were going to ask, but she'd rather have them delving into her past love life than her current one. Her heart thumped painfully, thinking about Harry out hunting Voldemort, hopefully alone except for Ron and Hermione. He did say dating opportunities were limited, so no veela should be hanging around.

"Yes, well we never knew-"

"-What you saw in him in the first place."

"Hermione told me I should start seeing other boys, that I couldn't just sit around waiting for-" She clapped a hand over her mouth smothering whatever else she was going to say. The twins looked excited, "She can't just stay silent either. See, she's still talking. It's just mumbled."

George wrenched her arm away, "What were you saying?"

Ginny had absolutely no control over her mouth. "And I did try, I really tried to get over Harry, but it wasn't something I could turn on and off like Lumos. Every time I saw him with Cho, I wanted to pummel her fat face in. I swear I've never been more grateful to Michael than when he started dating that witch and at least they deserved each-other."

"Harry? You're talking about Harry," he muttered, disbelievingly. Fred was grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes I'm talking about Harry. I noticed he didn't seem happy that I was going out with Dean, but I didn't let myself get my hopes up because we were finally friends. Quidditch is one of the most important things in my life, but it was even better when Harry was captain. We were always chatting and laughing together, and the way he'd look at me sometimes, like I was a bright light he hadn't been exposed to before, made me think that maybe, maybe, my wait was almost over. I broke up with Dean."

"I think something's wrong, Fred," George shook a couple of mints onto his hand, making sure they hadn't expired or anything, "She's getting worse, telling us more and more. I think the side-effects compound after a few minutes."

"Shhh," Fred held up a finger, "You just don't want to lose the bet." George flashed Ginny another look of concern, but she was smiling goofily, like someone who had been exposed to a Cheering Charm. "He couldn't make the final," her face drooped a little, but almost instantly brightened again, "but that's okay, I won for him. I beat Cho. Then in the Common room after the game, it seemed like it was just the two of us. He- he kissed me." She sighed and her eyes lit up like fireworks.

"Woo-hoo. Pay up, brother," Fred held out his hand, and George obediently fished two galleons from his pocket.

"I can't believe they've been together all this time and we didn't know."

Fred ran his fingers through his red hair, only it fell down in exactly the same place, just like George's hair's stubborn disarray, "You didn't think it was going to happen, but we both wanted her to end up with Harry. He's not like the other wankers out there."

"Too true." They nodded identically, dropping on to chairs beside Ginny.

"We're not dating now." Ginny moaned. The twins' heads snapped toward her. She sounded so hurt that for a second they thought she was suffering from some sort of physical pain. "He said he couldn't be in a relationship with any more because it put me in danger. You-Know-Who would come after me if he found out. I understood or I said I understood, but it's hard… knowing that he left me." Her breath was coming out in short gasps. She doubled over, so they couldn't see her face, but they wondered if she wasn't crying….

"Hey, don't do that, don't do that," Fred patted her back awkwardly. He was really wondering what they had gotten themselves into. If Ginny had only had her wand, she could have just jinxed them and then stormed off and they wouldn't have to deal with what seemed like a complete break in character. Well, not exactly. They'd noticed that she'd been upset, but they attributed that mostly to Dumbledore's death. The entire wizarding world had been grieving.

"You know none of this was his choice, right Gin? I doubt he wants to be out there hunting down Lord Voldyshorts. And frankly, it was a decent thing he did trying to keep you out of it. This family would be wrecked if something happened to you." George had always been better with the motivational speeches. He would be a pretty good father some day.

Ginny lifted her head up, face dry, even if her eyes were a little red. "I-I-"

"Yes, Gin?" George asked obliviously.

"I am going to kill you!" she shrieked, standing up abruptly, "All of this has been my personal business! You had no right drugging me, even if it was just a joke. You better not put those things on the market or I swear-"

Fred apparated away from her a couple of feet. "I think it wore off," he muttered to George out of the side of his mouth.

"Any other observations, genius?" George asked afraid. Ginny's resemblance to their mother had never been more striking, now that her teeth were bared like a young tiger.

"One," Fred held up a finger, "Run!" The twins sprinted out the door, down the stairs to the kitchen where their Mum and Dad were busy talking to one another.

"Boys, what's this your father has been telling me about you gambling at the World Cup? And you took that ridiculous flying car out before? What were you thinking?" They glanced at each-other. This was why pranking and the truth should never be mixed.

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