REQUEST: I'm trying to keep the story canon. So, if you found something un-canon, please tell me.
CHAPTER – 3
GINNY'S NEW NAME
After a while, she looked up from the photograph and stared around the room. She gulped in anticipation of what would her Mum do to her, when she would see her room. Everything was strewn across her bed and floor. She got up from the floor, the picture clutched in her right hand securely. She tripped and when she extended her left hand to support herself, a jolt of pain pierced her body. For the first time since finding the photograph she looked at her hand. Her eyes became wide in horror, when she saw blood slowly-slowly seeping through the cut on her left hand fingers and dripping on the floor. Instantly her Mum came in her mind for the healing of the injury. And then at the precise moment, she remembered her reckless and completely inappropriate behavior she had used with her Mum some moments ago. A wave of guilt generated from her mind and attacked her heart, clouding the pain she was feeling. She stood up, sat the picture on the table, her right hand clutching her left and she strode downstairs. Her Mum wasn't in the sitting room, so she walked slowly towards the kitchen. Her Mum was sitting on a chair, completely engrossed in a book. Ginny lowered her gaze; feeling embarrassed even to met her Mum's eyes and feebly said, "Mum…"
Before she could say another word, her Mum gently lifted her head, as if aware that she was standing there, beckoned her to the chair right next to her. She couldn't ignore the serene and understanding expression on her Mum's face. Ginny without any arguments followed the orders, and sat silently on the chair next to her Mum. She opened her mouth to tell her about her injured hand, which she had enveloped with her right hand, but her Mum shook her head and gently took her left hand in her hand. Her Mum watched her wounds, took a quick glance at the book and waved her wand over the wounds. Her hand was instantly cleaned of blood stains and now on it was visible bite marks on three of her fingers, which were not so deep. They seemed to be clotting but the fleshy red colour of her flesh made shivers run down her body. Her hand wriggled a little in her Mum grasp. She again brought her wand above her wounds and jabbed lightly with its tip. She closed her eyes as a stinging feeling ran through it which instantly got replaced by a cold burn. She cracked open her eyes and saw new skin on the spot where previously have been the ragged skin of the wounds. This only increased her guilt. She quickly pulled her hand out of her Mum's hand, as the guilt was making it unbearable for her to have her Mum hand touch her hand like that, when she had shown such inappropriate behavior toward her just some moments ago. She took a silent deep breath, bracing herself for the confrontation she was going to make.
"Mum…" It came out before she had even thought about saying anything or how she was going to say it. She gulped as her Mum stared at her calmly, her eyes glinting a little at the edges, as she had been crying. But what disturb her more was her calm look, because commonly she would lash out on them, and would give them an hour-long lecture about manners and all that. But now, her calm expressions were making her wonder that what she is trying to conceal in her calm persona. She diverted her eyes from her Mum face, and started looking around the room. She could feel her Mum's eyes on her back and she prayed that she would just yell at her or give her a long lecture and be over with. But none of that seemed to be coming. She gulped in horror and it felt like she was gulping a rough edged rock. She turned around, still not meeting her Mums eyes and said feebly, "Sorry, Mum."
"'Sorry' for what dear?" asked her Mum and Ginny could not ignore the confused tone in her Mum voice. She wondered that had her Mum forgotten their argument or better saying her arrogant talking. She surely showed all those signs. But, armed with the knowledge of previous incidents, she thought it would be load better to remind her now and face lesser fury. Because her brothers had been common preys of her inhumanly wrath when they had done some mischief and she had forgotten about it (which to say was rarer than the rarer), only to be reminded later by someone else, where commonly someone else was 'her' herself. It always would have been her to make them pay for all their teasing. Without her even knowing a smile tugged on her mouth, which she quickly replaced with the most pathetic expression known to Wizard-kind in just a moment, when she realised that. But, it was in vain as she got took a quick glance at her Mum face and it too showed a smile. Biting back the embarrassment, she said, her voice a little stronger than before, "Mum, I need…" — she gulped the lump forming in her throat — "I need to apologies for my behavior. No… no. I should apologies for my behavior. I am sorry, Mum. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that."
Her heart felt a little lighter after the confession and she waited for her Mum to say something, anything. When she didn't say anything, Ginny arrived to the conclusion that she had became angrier and hastily said, "Mum, I will take any type of punishment you will give me. But don't be angry with me, please," she added to firm her statement.
Her Mum lifted her head gently, gave her a smile and said, "Why should I be angry with you?"
Ginny was completely caught off guard and was taken aback. 'Why should I be angry with you?' she repeated again and again in her mind as she stared in her Mum's eyes, flabbergasted. She gulped and tried to look past the barrier her Mum had created over her eyes and face. Her Mum looked so serene and happy, as she had just been elected the new Head girl or her Dad had just ended his muggle objects obsession.
Mum was never like that, so tricky kind. She was always the blunt, straight to face, especially where her children were concerned, she thought, as she tried to decipher her Mums look. This thought keep zooming in her mind irking her more and more as she got no success in deciphering her Mum serene and happy look. There was no trace of irritation on her Mum's face, as the silence stretched on. The silence kept on taunting her and she started shifting her weight on the chairs rear and front legs. This should surely irritate her, she thought. But when her Mum showed no sign of irritation, she had to suppress an instant urge to groan.
"What's bothering you, dear?" asked her Mum, in the plainest voice Ginny had ever heard her Mum use. She waved her wand and levitated the book on the mantelpiece.
She hesitated. She was playing on a dangerous line, very dangerous line. But she pushed the thought aside, bracing herself and said, "Mum are you alright?" She bit her lip to try to stop the comment, 'Because you are behaving very oddly'. It made her choke as the words had reached to her throat.
"And why would you say that?" asked her Mum sounding a little indignant.
She bit back a sigh of relief, when she saw her Mum back in old action. But it wouldn't be good for her, so she shifted to less dangerous ground of talking, "You seem to forget or forgive me about my behavior."
"Are you carving for punishment, Ginevra," — she laughed as Ginny shook her head frantically — "then, may I ask why are you bothering with what should have happened?"
"It's just, Mum…" She faltered, her mind going in to overdrive as she searched the best way to put her thoughts in front of her without making them sound harsh. Finally she said, feebly, "That you erm…never kind of forgive us for this kind of behavior."
"Yes, that's right," her Mum said in a matter of fact tone and then continued in a more emotional voice, "but Ginny I know and have experienced what love can do to your heart, to your mind. So, yes, I found it inappropriate but owing to the atmosphere I will forgive you," — Ginny sighed and looked relieved — "but don't think the next time you show this kind of behavior, you will be released without serious punishment."
Ginny felt a little embarrassment at her Mum blunt statement of her feelings, but she felt more relieved that she wasn't getting any punishment. Sweet Merlin! Why is Ron not here, she thought. It could have been nice sight seeing his expressions, when she wriggled her way out without any trouble. She stood up, remembering her disheveled room. And then, her wounded hand flashed and was quickly followed by her Mum being ready for the healing. Now, the whole past hour looked like a big jigsaw puzzle and her mind was set on solving it. She wheeled and faced her Mum, locking her with a curious expression and asked her Mum hastily and roughly, "Mum, how did you know my hand was injured."
Her Mum glared at her, sending shivers down her spine, "Language, Ginny." Ginny quickly mumbled, "Sorry," and repeated in more pleasant and slow voice, "Mum, how did you knew my hand was injured."
"You didn't expected me to leave you alone, after I saw your outburst," her Mum said pointing at the sitting room, "So, I followed you after you left and it wasn't hard to keep a tab on you as you have left your door open."
Ginny braced herself, waiting for a lecture for tidying her room, which was hell sure to come. She tried to look around, but her Mum's eyes kept her eyes locked with her.
"You thrashed your room" — a scowl appeared on her face — "and when you didn't succeed, you chose to use your wand. That was highly inappropriate." She halted for taking a deep breath as her nostrils flared. Ginny all the while curse herself for trying to dig into the topic. When her Mum spoke again, she tried her best to sink in the floor, "You could have asked my help. Or was your ego bigger than Fl… never mind that. You couldn't ask your Mum help." She was now practically shouting at Ginny, while she was trying to thrust her legs in the ground; to make her sank in the floor. Ginny with great difficulty broke their eyes contact and immediately stared at the floor beneath her legs, with such a look that clearly meant that it was the floor fault for all the scolding and embarrassment she was facing. She started shifting her weight on her legs to give her something to do, when the floor didn't burst open and sank her right in. The silence stretched on and she could feel her Mum's eyes on her bowed head. She opened her mouth to again say an apology, but wasn't the only one who spoke.
"YOU…" "Mum…"
An alarm went off her in her mind as she heard her Mum speak at the same time. She kept quiet and clenched her jaws as tight as she could.
"Don't interrupt me," said her Mum, rounding on her like she had been disturbing her from the start, "You didn't thought for a while what consequences it would have on you, on your father, on your family."
Ginny was stunned into silence. She hadn't thought about it at that time, but now it was clear that she would have been kicked-out of Hogwarts. It wouldn't have been a big disappointment for her, as she was not very keen herself. Ginny summoning her strength said meekly, "Nothing happened, Mum. And I didn't want to go Hogwarts, alone."
"What are you saying!" shrieked her Mum, "You didn't want to go."
"Yes Mum," replied Ginny, still looking at the floor.
"Look me in the eyes Ginevra," ordered her Mum.
Ginny didn't want to look in her Mums hungry and furious eyes. But she didn't have choice, so after some seconds, she raised her eyes to meet her Mums eyes, which were showing a mingle of blazing anger, disbelief and impatience. She took a quick glance at her Mum face, which only made her cower in her rage more. It was a sharp shade of red, a sign of coming trouble for the facer.
"Don't stand there like a dummy," said her Mum furiously.
Ginny gulped and said, "Mum, I didn't… doesn't want to go be… because I would b… be alone there." She blinked back the tears welling in her eyes and when she opened her eyes; her Mum expression looked somewhat softened. Ginny didn't dare break contact from her Mum's eyes.
"Dear, but it would have been same the next year?" asked her Mum after a while.
"No, Mum it wouldn't have been same," replied Ginny, more furiously then she intended to and after realising it continued in a softer tone, "the conditions would have been different and it would have been a difference for a world to me."
Ginny swore she saw tears brimming in her Mum's eyes, but they quickly vanished and her Mum said, "Yes you are right, dear."
Ginny sighed and turned to leave as quickly as possible when she remembered that the 'wand' matter was still not solved.
"I'm going to tidy my room Mum," said Ginny, walking as hastily to the stairs as she could without running. She had just sat foot on the first stair, when her Mum called out, "Wait, Ginny."
Ginny froze in her tracks, her upper body bent a little to the forward. She turned around as slowly as possible, and walked to stand in front of her Mum again. She quickly assembled her face in the most convincing guilty look, she could.
"You haven't answered me why did you use your wand, when you know you are underage and your mother is a qualified witch," said her Mum in a sort of calm voice, which made Ginny hair on the back of neck stand.
"Mum," said Ginny in the most convincing manner, "no harm has been done. So, can't we forget about that, please," she quickly added seeing the un-tampered look of furiousness on her Mum face.
"NO HARM HAS BEEN DONE," yelled her Mum, "IT WAS BECAUSE OF ME THAT NO HARM WAS DONE."
Ginny stared at her flabbergasted. Because of her. There was surely something fishy in the whole context. She wanted to press more, but dreaded her Mum outburst. But her wish was granted as her Mum said again, "Had you even seen the thing which you are trying to find flutter signaling you to pick it up? And how could you ever think that after that kind of behavior I would leave you alone!"
"So…" Ginny gulped and said to the floor, "so, Mum… you did that."
"Yes," was all her Mum supplied. Ginny launched herself on her Mum shoulder and hugged her tightly. She didn't even try to stop the tears which were welling in her eyes from the start. Her mum smoothed her hair, murmuring words of comfort in her ear. Ginny reluctantly pulled herself away from her Mums embrace and wiped the remains of tears with the back of her hand and whispered, "Thanks Mum."
She turned around and trotted up to her room. The door was opened and Ginny let out a groan when she saw her room and thought how much she has to work to clean the mess she had made. It would have been very easy if she had just asked help from her Mum. She slouched in her room and started the work.
After one hour in which she had just tossed her stuffs in her trunk and swiped some of them under her bed, swearing to herself to tidy them the moment she got some chance. The work have momentarily provided her mind a much needed diversion and when the work was done, her mind didn't even get a chance to think anything as a very enthusiastic Fleur walked in her room, swinging her silvery sheet of hair behind her and said cheerfully, "Ginny!"
Ginny scowled and tried to show herself busy by smoothing the creases on her already smoothed bed sheet. Fleur landed on her bed with a thump, and Ginny punched her bed in exasperation and mumbled darkly, "Bitch!"
Fleur seemed too lost in her and so didn't hear her and asked, "Vat? Did you say anything?"
"Yes," replied Ginny in a dangerously sweet voice, "I said you are destroying my tedious work which I have been doing for one hour."
Fleur dismissed it with a wave of hand and turned her head such that her silvery sheet of hair almost whipped across Ginny face. Ginny had an urge to grab and pull them out of her head but refrained the feeling by clutching the bed sheet tightly and pulling on it. Ginny couldn't help but notice that she looked extremely happy and asked her out of curiosity, "Why are you so happy?"
Ginny said it in a sadistic tone, hoping that she would get the hint and walk out of here. After such a torturous work, she didn't want to spend the next hour or so chit-chatting with her, because she would only talk about herself, her family or the superiority of French over Britain. But, as much as she prayed that she knew Fleur have a knack to ignore these kind of tones and she wasn't disappointed.
Fleur said jubilantly, "Mrs. V… I mean your Mum, I mean Mum" Fleur face became a delicate shade of red and Ginny laughed which she managed to turn in a cough, "said that I — I mean Bill and I can go."
"Good riddance," muttered Ginny under her breath and then added loudly seeing the skeptical look on Fleur face, "Good, when you are going?"
"Tomorrow," replied Fleur excitedly.
Ginny couldn't control a sigh of relief and asked, "When will you come back?"
Fleur leapt and hugged her. Fleur hair shampoo aroma nearly suffocated her, when she pulled and said, "I'm 'appy that you care about me so much. I promise I vill be back before your birthday."
"Do you need to?" It came before she could control herself. Ginny glanced a look and saw a hurt expression over Fleur face and she swallowed and amended quickly, "I mean you should enjoy your full honeymoon, don't come back because of me."
Ginny last words were full of hope and Fleur still looked at her skeptically and asked, "Do you really mean zat?"
"Yes," supplied Ginny instantaneously.
Fleur looked at her with a raised eyebrow and then again engulfed her in a hug. Ginny was ready for it this time. She huffed and stop breathing for the time she was in her hug. She grew a dull shade of purple and when Fleur loosened her embrace she pulled away and took deep breaths. Fleur saw this and commented, "I think your Mum, I mean Mum, 'ave a affect on me."
"Oh yes!" Ginny muttered under her breath, "I need to warn Mum that I won't be alive for long if she continued that." She noticed that Fleur was still babbling and tried to concentrate.
"… but ve French are poverful. At Beauxbatons ve vere…"
Ginny groaned loudly which snapped Fleur out of her babbling reverie. She looked at Ginny, an irritated expression on her face and before she could say anything, Ginny said, getting up from bed, "I promised Mum I will meet her to help her in some work. Bye."
Before Fleur could process what she had said, she skived out of the room and closed the gate with a bang and sighed loudly leaning against the nearby wall. When she heard footsteps from her room, she all but ran to the sitting room. When she saw her Mum still sitting on the sofa, she sat beside her Mum, her head on her Mum shoulder. Her Mum gave her a knowing smile. Her Mum looked at the clock on her hand and said, "Celestina Warbeck time."
Her Mum happily trotted in the kitchen and came out with a large wooden wireless set levitating just behind her. She sat on the sofa and levitated the radio on the squashy armchair, which her Dad commonly occupied. She flicked her wand and a voice came out from the radio, "Witching Hour, with the popular singing sorceress, Celestina Warbeck, in just two minutes."
Fleur came down and eyed the radio suspiciously and wheeled on the spot and at the precise moment Ginny noticed her and called out, a smirk playing on her face, "Hey, Fleur. Come and sit with us."
Ginny herself didn't like Celestina Warbeck much, she would anytime chose Weird Sisters above it, but seeing the look on Fleur face would make her entire day. Fleur froze on the spot and turned around, a sneaky look on her face, as her eyes darted to the stairs. It looked as Fleur didn't want to add any bitterness in her new founded sweet relationship with her Mum. Ginny glanced a look at her Mum and saw a scowl on her face, but her eyes were shining with something, which she couldn't put finger on, maybe a hour of Celestina Warbeck singing. She shrugged and saw Fleur sneaking up the stairs. She jumped from the sofa, and caught Fleur on the second step. She threw a cold look at her, which Ginny promptly replied with a sweet and innocent smile, though she was yelling in her mind, "Payback time."
She dragged Fleur to the sofa, forcefully made her sit and trotted happily to the kitchen to retrieved a chair and sat it beside the side of the sofa where Fleur was sitting. When she came back, the radio announced, "Witching Hour, with the popular singing sorceress, Celestina Warbeck."
Her Mum looked a little uncomfortable but it was nothing compared to the look of disgust and cold look on Fleur face when she heard the name 'Celestina Warbeck'. Fleur clenched her jaws when the radio announced, "We will be playing Celestina Warbeck sad number, 'Bleeding Heart'. It isn't a much popular track…"
Ginny stopped listening, when she saw Fleur face, when the announcer said, 'isn't a much popular'. Fleur couldn't bare with Celestina Warbeck hit tracks and this wasn't even a hit. It was going to be a good hour. Fleur should have sensed Ginny staring on her as she turned and threw her a glowering look. Ginny quickly looked at the radio, but still keeping her ears strained to hear any voice of disgust from Fleur mouth.
When you left me with a bleeding heart;
My life was completely torn apart.
I cried myself to sleep every night;
Hoping that when I wake up, everything would be alright.
And one day, I saw you coming into my house;
My heart leapt out and ran to you like a hungry mouse.
Our gazes met and my heart missed a beat;
When I saw the pain...
Ginny turned her attention from the song and saw the look on Fleur face. Her fists were balled on her sides and her jaw was tightly clenched. Ginny knew, why. It was a gloomy song, despite the fact that it was very familiar to her circumstances and it must have been tampering with her jubilant mood. She concentrated on the song, before Fleur could turn to her.
…want you to promise me one thing;
Come back to me when you end it in a fling.
Upto than, I will soothe my bleeding heart;
Reassuring him that you will be back in a time, which is not afar.
Ginny blinked back the tears which had welled in her eyes during the song. She couldn't stop wandering how their could be so much similarity in the song and her life. As she thought about this, flashes of her with Harry came in her view. She hastily looked at Fleur, who was eyeing the wireless with disgust and then suddenly she stood up and announced to no one in particular, "I 'ave to pack my things.", when the radio announced, "A most applauded song of Celestina Warbeck 'You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me'."
Ginny saw Fleur retreating back and smirked as the song played in the background. She thought of the similarities between the song and Harry and her love life. She couldn't ponder more on the thought as Celestina Warbeck ended the song with a long, high-pitched note, which snapped her out of her reverie. She looked at the wireless for a moment, sighed and leaned her head over the table. And the wireless announced, "The next track is 'A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love'."
Ginny groaned loudly and her Mum sent her a disapproving look. Ginny mouthed, "Sorry," and dragged the chair with her in the kitchen. Ginny settled the chair and trotted to her room. A good, long nap was surely in order, she thought as she looked at her bed. She glanced a quick look at the picture, as she jumped on the bed and fell into a deep slumber.
Ginny woke up and looked out of the window. Sun was near the horizon, colouring the sky with red-orange streaks. Moon was looking faint in the shine of the setting sun. She got up from bed, and slouched downstairs, sleep still lingering in her eyes. She saw Fred and George sitting on the table, sipping something, she couldn't tell what from the distance. But, what amazed her the most was it wasn't even six and they were here. She sneakily moved toward them and positioned herself just behind them and lifted her hands to slap them on the back of their heads. They both turned when she was going to hit them and clasped her wrists in their own strong hands and said, "Good evening moonshine."
Ginny huffed, yanked her wrists away, and swooped the drinks away from Fred hands. It was a butterbear. She ran her tongue over her lips, felt them dry and took a great swig from the bottle. Fred snatched it back, looked at the nearly empty bottle now, and banished it with a flick of his wand. Ginny grumbled and asked, "Why are you here so early?"
Fred said in a hurt voice, "It is as much as your house as it is ours."
"Maybe more, as we outnumber you," finished George.
"I don't meant like that," said Ginny, tapping a finger on her chin, "I mean why you both aren't at your shop, doing your manual labor?"
"First of all, we own that shop," replied Fred haughtily.
"And, secondly it's our choice, when we come and go," supplied George with a huff.
"Oh no!" said Ginny and Fred and George raised their eyebrows skeptically, "If my memory serve me correct which I'm blo — sure does, you had a little brawl with Mum about your timings or something like that. Then, why are you here, not in your shop, rubbing you're as — you-know-what on the dirty stools which you call chairs." Ginny sniggered on the look of displeasure and confusion on the face of twins.
"You were there?" asked George in an awe-struck tone.
"Oh, I have spies, everywhere," said Ginny while sweeping her hand in the air.
"Never mind," was all Fred supplied. When Ginny didn't stop staring at him, he said exasperated, "Don't mock me, Gin-Gin."
"Gin-Gin!?" repeated Ginny, her eyes becoming the size of a saucer. George sniggered and Ginny shot him a blazing look.
"It's cool Fred," said George, pointing at Ginny.
"Yup. But, I'm wondering where did I get the inspiration from?" wondered Fred, tapping her temple theatrically with his fingers.
"It sounds kind of familiar," said George, gazing in the ceiling, with such intensity that if it had been alive it would have squinted away.
"Gin-Gin!" repeated Fred and his face screwed in thinking. George was tapping his finger on his temple too and yelled when his finger accidentally poked in the gaping hole, he had for an ear, "Woh!"
Fred who was lost in his thoughts, was snapped back in reality, when he heard George yell and asked, "What happened, George? I was thinking."
"Quite a miracle," said Ginny, her face red with embarrassment.
"I said woh," repeated George, his fingers massaging the corner of his gaping hole.
Fred said half consciously "And why would you say that woh — Won-Won."
Fred punched the air, and let out a whopping sound. George who was still massaging his ear said, "Yup! Right-o. Gin-Gin. Won-Won. Both having a sensual dating history. You really have a knack for joining loopholes, Fred."
Fred gave a mock bow, and Ginny hissed, "I'm going to complain to, Mum. She will get the better out of both of you."
George pointed at the sitting room and before Ginny could move a single muscle, they both trotted to the sitting room. Ginny quickly followed and she heard Fred say, "Mum, do you like this name Gin-Gin?"
"It's sort of a new pat name for Ginny, do you like it?" supplied George.
Ginny got a felling that she have to act fast or it would be very late to do anything. They wouldn't stop her calling that, she was sure about it, but she could threaten them at the least. She trotted to her Mum, but George put a refraining hand on her shoulder and before she could shrug it off, Fred said, "No objections, means …"
"… Ginny you are officially now Gin-Gin." George finished and let out winning whoop.
Ginny flustered red with anger and was going to retort hotly, when a throaty voice came, "Vat is ze commotion going on, here? I can't sleep."
"Yes, we are disturbing her sleep," commented Fred, as the footsteps grew closer.
"… which we all are sure," — George indicated with a massive sweep of his hand — "she wouldn't be getting with Bill."
Ginny successfully converted her laughter into a snort, seeing the look of mingled fury and suppressed mirth on her Mum's face. Fred and George were shaking with silent laughter. When Fleur entered the kitchen, she pointed out, seeing the look on their faces, "Vat is going on?"
"Nothing," supplied George before anyone could say anything. Fred pushed Fleur in the squashed armchair, obviously forgetting all their previous disputes and asked, "How do you like the new pat name for Ginny, 'Gin-Gin'?"
Fleur thought for a while, glancing quick looks at Ginny. With every glance, Ginny grew a more sharp shade of red with anger and embarrassment. When Fleur opened her mouth, Ginny had a feeling to stuff her fingers in her ears, "Eet's cute."
Cute. Fred and George were rolling on the floor with laughter, while Fleur stared at them innocently. Ginny stomped on the floor repeatedly and balled her fists so tightly, that the blood circulation in her finger tips stopped, and they started turning pale. Her ear were turning a fierce shade of red and her face purple as she looked at the laughing twins and the innocent look on Fleur face. Her hand twitched for cursing them with Bat-Bogeys. Her hand instinctively flew to waistband of her jeans for her wand, only to realise that it wasn't there; she had left her wand in her room. She felt eyes boring on her shoulder and saw her Mum staring at her with a raised eyebrow. Ginny pointed at Fleur and mimicked strangling. Her Mum gave her a genuine smile and barked, "Enough!"
Fred and George got up, supporting each other with one hand and the other clutching their stomachs. Fleur looked at her Mum questioningly. Her Mum said walking to the kitchen, "Fleur, come and help me, dear."
Fleur reluctantly followed while Fred and George sat on the sofa, their faces red with their prolonged laugh. Ginny crashed on the armchair, her head sling low as she thought about the ways to slip a Draught of Living Death in Fleur drink.
"Hey! Gin-Gin," said Fred.
"Stop that," warned Ginny.
"Or what!" said George, sniggering.
"I will tell Bill or worse Mum that you did it," warned Ginny, snapping her fingers.
Fred leaned forward and said, "Don't forget, we truce on that."
"I break it," supplied Ginny, haughtily. If the looks on the face of twins were any indication of where the conversation was going, than it could be not good for her.
"We will spill your beans, Gin-Gin," said George, leaning on the sofa causally.
"But, its will be surely overcome by your little act for embarrassing Fleur," said Ginny, sensing the victory getting near by every passing second.
"Gin-Gin, you are forgetting," said Fred above his interlaced hands which made him look intimidating, "that you knew everything about it and still you kept quiet."
"Mum isn't going to take it lightly," added George.
"I will say that … say that …" said Ginny, her mind devising excuses, "you bully me into keep quiet. Yes."
Fred stared at her amused, while George choked on his breath. George and Fred looked at each other, jumped from the sofa at the same time, giving a shock to Ginny. They both shook her hands, and George said, "Gin-Gin, that's the best joke I have ever heard."
"No," argued Fred, "that's the best joke of the century."
"Why would you say that?" huffed Ginny, looking up at them, her hands crossed over her chest.
"Because my dear little sister," said Fred mischief lingering in his voice, "it's easier to escape from the clutches of You-Know-Who, then bullying you into anything."
"Even Fleur, who considers you little and harmless would surely have a hard time believing it." George said, jabbing a finger at her head, "So, we can see that Mum, being suspicious by nature would never believe you."
"Of you think so," snarled Ginny, looking directly in George eyes.
"I believe so," said George flopping on the sofa right next to Fred.
They sat their silently for a brief moments, George and Fred discussing something in whispers. Ginny became irritated and asked, "What you are doing?"
"Buzz-off," said Fred, without even looking at Ginny.
"I asked you something," hissed Ginny.
"And we are in no obligation to tell you anything," hissed George. They both suddenly looked weary and beaten-up. Ginny had always admired them because of their jovial nature, but now they were sitting their looking tense and confused. It would have been a treat for Ron to find them like that, even for her too, but their was no teasing in their voices.
"What happened?" asked Ginny.
"Nothing that concerns you," retorted Fred.
"Do you really thought I would have told Mum," inquired Ginny.
"No," was all George supplied.
"Then, why in the name of Merlin you aren't telling me anything," Ginny said, "You always told me things."
"How many times do I need to tell you this, there is nothing that concerns you. Is it that hard to understand," said George and Fred sighed audibly in background
This was not a common situation and if she needed to extract anything out of them, she needed to be very persuasive and manipulative. She had to twist the situations and create a loophole for them to spit the truth out. She smiled and asked, "Name the one person you will be the most comfortable to share your secrets with?"
"Harry!" replied Fred and George instantaneously, at the same time. Ginny was taken aback. She had thought that they would take some time, pondering their options, but the blunt straight answer, without even taking a split second time. She felt a little indignity on the mention of Harry name.
"You have five siblings and still you feel the need to name a outsider, the person you will share all your secrets with," said Ginny. She had said outsider very feebly because she was quite sure that for her family Harry was no outsider. Her Mum and Dad thought of Harry as one of their sons.
"Harry, an outsider," said George, his eyes wide in amusement.
"Have you suffered a blow to your head or are our ears deceiving us," said Fred, who was also shocked. They both were looking at her like she had sprouted another head out of her neck.
"No, I said that, because I was under the impression that people trust their siblings the most," said Ginny, but was quite sure that the twins hadn't missed the disbelief in her tone.
"Harry is a brother to us, Gin-Gin," said Fred.
"Nope," argued George to the astonishment of Ginny. He paused, the expressions on his face unreadable and said, "Harry is more than brother to us. Right, Fred?"
Fred winked at him and said, "Right." He turned to Ginny and said, "You all lot keep babbling and threatening us to spill our secrets —"
"But, we never spill your secrets," interjected Ginny haughtily, every other emotion being overcome by the feeling of indignity.
"— but Harry," Fred continued as there haven't been any interruption, "never threatens to spill our secrets …"
When Ginny showed signs of argument, Fred put a finger on her lips, while George continued, "And he knows more than you lot and have — never mind that."
"Never mind, what?" said Ginny, hoping to uncover some truth.
"And anyone would have thought that she would actually be happy that we trust her boyfriend more than anyone," commented Fred, clearly diverging Ginny from the topic.
"I do, but I can't suppress a bit of indignity, you know that," snapped Ginny. A mischievous grin spread over Fred and George faces and their eyes sparkled with mirth and planning of new jokes.
"So, you actually admitted that he is your boyfriend," said Fred eyeing her warily.
Ginny let out a sigh of relief and said, "You are becoming a little low on uptake Fred and you too, George," finished Ginny pointing an accusing finger at George.
Fred and George looked at each other again, which only make their grins grew bigger and George said, "Little Gin-Gin,. we are as fast on uptake as we always were, maybe a little better than before, but surely not slow."
"Then please help me understand the context of what you supposed was a joke," said Ginny, half-exasperated and half-amused.
"You see," said George leaning forward a little, "we had heard that you and the great Harry Potter are going out …"
"… or in other words, seeing each other," said Fred, a mischievous smile on his face, "but, we never were sure that you were — sorry are actually girlfriend and boyfriend."
"The intensity you said 'I do'," said George, his eyes darting at the kitchen to check for her Mum. When he was satisfied he continued, "you made it quite sure how much serious you are — you both are."
"How could you be so sure about him?" huffed Ginny and to her surprise found that she was now not going into hysteria while speaking about their relationship.
Fred and George looked at her in disbelief. When Ginny raised an eyebrow, Fred said, "Oh, it's bloody obvious —" his eyes darted to the kitchen "— as Ron says he is a noble git. He doesn't have the heart to even hurt Malfoy without a bloody good reason."
"You will find that you are wrong there," pointed-out Ginny.
"Yeah, it is obvious that you know him now more than we do," said Fred and Ginny grew a delicate shade of red and suddenly found her toenail really interesting, "but you got our point. That's important."
"We were dating, so what's the problem with you? Mind your own bloody business," said Ginny to the floor.
There was no retort. The silence stretched on, making Ginny uncomfortable. She looked up at them and saw shocked etch on every feature of their faces. Their mouths were agape and their eyes were size of a saucer. They were staring at her with so intensity that a blush crept over her face, the instant she saw them looking at her.
"What!" said Ginny in embarrassment.
They just stared at her, and looked like that they were in a trance. Ginny got up and still they showed no movement. She set her fingers to snap at them, when Fred grabbed her wrist and said, "What do you mean by 'were'?"
"What were?" asked Ginny confused, yanking her wrist out of Fred hold.
"We mean," said George looking half-exasperated, half-furious, the jovial mood lost somewhere in the room, "when you said you were dating."
"Because we were in the illusion that you are going out with him," said Fred locking her with a questioning stare.
Ginny eyes darted to the stairs and the kitchen, looking for an escape. She glanced at both of them and saw them following her every move. She said in the best casual and carefree voice, she could muster, "We were going out because," she sighed, to support and add mantle in her act, "now he is out there bloody fighting and all that. So, you see it's a little hard to go out with each other when one of them is Merlin know where." A feeling of nausea and pain issued from her heart, which she suppressed by biting her tongue.
"We won't buy any of that shit," hissed Fred.
"Tell us who broke-up," said George, glaring at her.
"Nothing that concerns you," replied Ginny causally, though her gut twisted in worry.
"You will find that it thoroughly concerns us," said George with a scowl on his face.
"Oh no! You will find that it don't," said Ginny, anger boiling in her stomach over her brothers bossy nature over her life, "It's my life and its then ultimately my choice, what I want to do with my life."
George opened his mouth to speak, but Ginny shot him a disgruntled look and said, "I haven't completed," she glared at them, "you also didn't tell me anything when I asked you. So, you have no right to ask me, too."
"Deal," said Fred instantaneously, "you tell us, we tell you."
"I'm not interested," said Ginny with a smug look on her face.
They just stared at her flabbergasted for some moments and then Fred said, in a serious voice, "He broke-up with you, didn't he?"
Ginny couldn't control a snort of laughter and said, "You are saying this."
"Yes, we are," said George, completely exasperated, "Is it that hard to believe?"
"Yes, it is," answered Ginny, a smile on her face, "because if I remember correctly you both said to me that he is a noble git, and doesn't even have the heart to hurt Malfoy without any bloody good reason."
"But… but it's different," said George with a confused look on his face.
"If I remember correctly," repeated Ginny, "which you both should make sure, I do, you both said it when we were talking about my relationship with Harry."
"Ginny just answer us," said Fred, getting up from the sofa.
"You can't bully me into telling you anything," snapped Ginny.
Fred flopped back on the sofa and said with a weary look on her face, "I can't believe Harry would do that."
"If you remember correctly, he did it before too. With Cho, remember?" said Ginny, amused at her brothers trust over Harry.
"You don't know, they never were officially dating or going out with each other," said George, his head lolled on his shoulder.
"And secondly he didn't break it. She had it coming for her. Always crying or bloody weeping over Cedric — I mean yes, he was brave and all that, but honestly even his family didn't cry that much, even when his body was in front of them," reminiscent Fred and suddenly a grin spread over his face. Ginny glanced at George and he was also grinning. Fred mouthed something to George and George continued, "And on their first date, if you would call it a date," — Ginny jaws clenched imagining Harry with Cho — "they went to Madam Puddifoot, what was the day, huh…"
"Valentine day," supplied Fred in a matter of fact voice.
Ginny balled her fists and said through clenched jaws, incredulously, "You remember that until now?"
"Oh, no! It's all go to Creevey," said Fred and added seeing the confused look on Ginny face, "Colin Creevey".
"Colin!" said Ginny amazed.
"Yes, the boy has got a full register or rather call it a magazine or better fan-booklet of Harry life in Hogwarts," smirked George, "and when he came last time, to our shop, meaning the previous year, we persuaded him to give us a copy. It's just ten Sickles and you become a member of Harry Potter Fan Club. They also have a motto."
"First we thought we wasted our ten Sickles," said Fred with a maniac gleam in his eyes, "but now it proves it was worth every Knut. So, if you meet the lad say him thanks from us."
"Now, back on the main point, what was it George," said Fred.
"Oh yes, yes! So, Cho wanted some action," George glanced at the kitchen and continued, "you know snogging… etc. its up to you to imagine." Horrible images flooded Ginny mind. She shook her head ruefully, trying to dispose the images, when George continued, "But our dear old Harry, inexperienced player in the field of love, didn't catch the hint, and boom his fantasy castle came tumbling down."
"It wasn't the main point, George," said Fred, shaking his head.
"You were talking about umm… yes, that Harry won't break anyone heart," said George, his face lighting up.
"And our little Gin-Gin contradicted us," supplied Fred.
"So, any more accusations, Gin-Gin?" asked George, "or we should start investigate why in the name of Merlin, he broke up with you and the more important question, how the hell, he is not in his grave?"
It was meant to be light-hearted joke, but the word grave, boiled her insides and she yelled, "Don't even dare to talk about his grave and as for the matter of face, don't talk about anyone grave." She drew a deep breath and said, "He had to…" and trailed-off, realising what she was going to say.
"Don't go into hysteria, we were only joking," said George, clearly worried.
"And what do you mean by 'he had to';" inquired Fred.
"Search the empty place you have, which is commonly called mind and you would get your answer," hissed Ginny. Commonly, she would have trotted to her room, but now she would not go without taking revenge. They had turned her tactics over her.
Looks of understanding came over the twin faces and at that precise moment Ginny shot at them, "Now, fulfill your side of the bargain."
"Bargain!" asked Fred confused.
"Yes, bargain, deal. It's all the same," said Ginny impatiently.
"We don't remember any type of deal we made with you," exclaimed George, scratching his temple.
"I will poke your wand into your ear and Scourgify your brain," threatened Ginny.
"Oh, we are scared," said George mimicking cowering in her rage.
"Oh yes!" said Fred suddenly, "that deal."
Ginny didn't understand anything, but said, "Yes, that deal."
"You didn't fulfill your side," said George plainly.
"I didn't — what kind of shit is this?" said Ginny haughtily.
"See we meant, if you co-operate," said Fred, "but you didn't and we have to trick you into telling us. So, it actually didn't fulfill the conditions."
"There was no condition," replied Ginny hotly, "it was you tell me, I tell you type condition."
"See, you yourself said it was you tell me, I tell you condition," said George smirking, "and on the other hand, we have to force it out of you."
"There was nothing said like this," said Ginny, waving a threatening finger at them, "Spit it out, now."
Both of them engaged in some kind of sign language, which Ginny didn't understand. They were pointing at her and the kitchen occasionally and sometime mouthing some words too. Finally, after a minute or two, they broke-up from their heated discussion and Fred said, "Wouldn't hurt us to tell you anything."
When Ginny showed every sign of interruption, George warned, "It won't take us time to change our decision, if you interrupted us."
Ginny snapped her mouth shut, and George said, "We are afraid of Mum."
Ginny couldn't contain a snort of laughter and said, "Big deal."
"Yup, it's the end," said Fred getting up from the sofa.
"What! Only this much," asked Ginny, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
"There was a quite a story behind it, but as you interrupted us, it would be only piece of information you will get from us."
Seeing his chances slipping, Ginny grabbed Fred wrist and turned soulful eyes on him. He cringed a bit, but shooed her and said, "It won't work today, Gin-Gin."
It didn't did anything to thwart Ginny. She continued to stare at them with soulful eyes and said in a baby voice, "Please!"
George grunted and said, "Bloody fine. Our shop is not doing well and we are afraid that Mum will kill us or if somehow Dad manages to save us, she will accuse us of Merlin knows anything and everything."
"Why your shop is not doing fine?" asked Ginny remembering her trips to the twins shop. It had always been packed with customers and now they are saying that it isn't doing fine. When the twins didn't answer, she continued, "Your shop has always been a hit."
"It will still be a hit, if any of the parents sent their children to Hogwarts," said Fred, annoyed, "because looking at the scenario it is plain that this year only Death Eaters children are going to Hogwarts."
"I understood what you are saying," sighed Ginny, "but, Mum will surely make me go."
"I won't bet on it," said George.
"Leave me; so, if you get a down-market this year, what will happen?" inquired Ginny.
"We will have to close our shop, forever," replied Fred.
"Why!" asked Ginny.
"Why, you ask," said George incredulously.
"Isn't that obvious," continued Fred, "we made ten times more than we needed and now it's all going to be wasted."
"You can use it again, when Harry ends it all. Or do you believe he will not be able to?" added Ginny skeptically.
"If we weren't sure why would be crying over spilled beans. We are sure that he will end it and that's where the real problem starts," said Fred.
"No, one will want old goods because the charm and the efficiency of them usually wear out with time and so everyone will want new goods," said George with a sad smile.
"I pray to high heavens that Hogwarts becomes compulsory," said Fred theatrically, crouching on his knees and gesturing his hands in praying.
Ginny laughed and said, "Stop that. You will jinx us."
"Work to do," said George. Fred and George turned on the spot, but they weren't gone. They stared at each other and then again turned, nothing happened. Ginny rolled on the floor with laughter, while Fred and George stared in each other face, completely confused.
"Vat is going on?" came Fleur throaty and irritated voice. It seemed as she was having a hard time managing her new founded relationship with her Mum in the kitchen.
"We can't Apparate," bellowed Fred and George.
"Yes, Kingsley performed an Anti-Apparition jinx on the Burrow," came her Mum voice.
"Why?"; "When?" The twins and Ginny bellowed at the same time.
Her Mum came out of the kitchen, a scowl on her face and her apron strained with coloured splotches. It was very a very uncommon sight, as she was a master cook. She said in an exasperated voice, "Today and no need for further questions," she added, when all three of them showed every sign of retorts.
Her Mum slouched to the kitchen, murmuring something which Ginny couldn't get, but was sure it must be something about Fleur. There was a shriek from the kitchen, "Sweet Merlin! What have you done with my dish!"
Her Mum yelling was followed by a high-pitched squealed voice of Fleur, saying something which was not understandable, half because of her accent and half because of the ear piercing squeal. Fred and George were looking hopefully at the kitchen, clearly praying for a good fight between her Mum and Fleur. When there none came, which Ginny doubted, she came to the conclusion that they must have used silencing charms. It was proved right when Fleur came out of the kitchen, stomping her feet on the floor, forgetting to bounce and even forgetting to wave her hair. She was murmuring something darkly and Ginny caught only 'food', 'shit' and 'gross'. Ginny gave a tinkling laugh and Fleur looked at her darkly.
Ginny walked in the kitchen and met with a very disastrous scene. Food was sprayed all over the walls, the cauldron was turned upright and vegetables peeling were strewn across the floor. There was a foul smell lingering in the kitchen. Her Mum was scourgifying the walls with a very sharp flick of wand then it was necessary.
Ginny walked to her Mum slowly and said, "Mu…"
Her all other sentence was lost in pink bubble froth which started issuing from her mouth, the moment her Mum turned to her. Ginny was choking for breath, the pink bubble froth covered her lips and her nostrils. There was a flash of light and Ginny gave a loud cough, spluttering the kitchen with pink bubble froth. She slumped on the ground, while her Mum ran a soothing hand up and down her back and asked worried, "Are you fine, Ginny?"
Ginny wanted to yell; no she wanted to scream her lung out at her Mum. How could anyone be fine after a near suffocating experience? But, she bit it back in her stomach and said in a strangled voice, "I'm fine. Water?"
Her Mum pointed her wand and a glass full of clear water flew to her. It was the only perfectly clear thing in the full splotched and dirty kitchen. She eyed it, trying to find any mark of dirt and when she didn't found any. She gulped whole of the water down in one big swig. She choked on it again, feeling the taste of soap in her mouth. Her Mum summoned one more glass of water and gave her. Ginny drank it slowly this time. Though the soap taste was still in her mouth, it was feeble than before. She got up and eyed her clothes with a look of disgust. They were covered in pink soap bubbles, water, fruit and vegetable peels and splotches of the sprayed food. She looked at her clothes with wrinkled nose. Her Mum waved her wand and her clothes were as good as they would have been if they were laundered just then. Ginny looked around and said, "Help."
Her Mum shook her head. Ginny was happy to go out and spare herself from the foul smells and more accidents. She turned to the living room and saw it empty. She lifted the copy of Daily Prophet and looked around the headlines. Nothing important. Just daily shit that Prophet Editor thought was News and an ad of Rita Skeeter book 'The Life and Lies Of Dumbledore'. Her expression changed to disgruntled ones as she saw it. She flopped it back and retreated to her rooms. She lighted the lamp and laid on her bed. She extended her hand and clutched the picture. She looked at it and a smile crept over her face. She suddenly remembered about the Harry Potter Fan Club which Fred and George were talking about. She sat the picture on her pillow and trotted to the second landing. She knocked and turned the knob. The room was unlocked which was next to miracle. The room was filled with coloured smokes and some sweet smells like smell of the broomstick polish, chocolate and Harry. She stopped her thinking and yelled, "What are you both doing?"
Fred and George silhouette turned as the smoke was dense and nothing more than their silhouette was visible. Their turning was followed by a crashing and sloshing noise and loud cursing. One of the twins waved his wand and coughed, "Deletrius!" and the smoke around them vanished. Ginny saw a scowling Fred and a snarling George. She blanched and took some steps back, but George waved her wand and the door snapped shut. Fred waved it again, but nothing happened. Ginny assumed it must be a silencing charm.
"Do you know you disturbed us in our experiment?" snarled George, his wand twirling in his fingers. He was looking intimidating.
"You we… were making — love — love potions," said Ginny, trying her best not to cower in the new persona of the twins.
"Yes, and we were trying some variations in it," said Fred furiously, with a gleam in his eyes.
"It cost us much and you spoiled it in a second," said George, snapping his fingers to give extra effect.
"But you said your shop is not in business," said Ginny, more firmly than she was actually feeling.
"We never said it like that," said Fred, jabbing a finger at her direction, "and anyway these were always in high demands."
"And we were low on it anyway," said George with a tiniest bit of mirth in it.
Ginny paled more, any bit of a colour left, instantly evaporated from her body. She started sweating and ran a hand in her hair. Then, it happened suddenly. Fred and George were rolling on the floor laughing, clutching their stomachs. Ginny stared at them, completely bewildered. She looked around the room. Various ingredients were strewn on the floor, two cauldrons were laid on the ground and the bottom of a cauldron was blasted. When they recovered from their howl of laughter's, they both supported each other and Fred said, "Quite nice bit of an act, huh."
"What do you mean by that?" said Ginny, anger creeping from her stomach to her face, making it red and heated.
"You actually disturbed our experiment, that's for sure," said Fred and ran a soothing hand on his cheek.
"But it had gone wrong, even before you came," smiled George and Ginny snarled in return.
"We were just time passing, then," reminiscent Fred.
"And when you came, Fred got this nice idea, and it was worth it too, seeing the look on your face." George finished and ducked a dead toad which had been pelted toward his face.
"So, why you are here Gin-Gin?" asked Fred, banishing the strewn things.
"Stop calling me that," said Ginny, exasperated.
"We won't," retorted Fred, "if you don't like, go. We didn't call you."
Ginny kicked a box, which was WWW labeled and small fist emerged from it, making her jump in surprise. Fred and George gave a snort of laughter and Ginny crashed on their beds, wrinkled her nose and said, "Can't you wash them in a while, or at least spray something which don't smell like rotten eggs."
"Our room doesn't smell like that," said Fred, indignantly.
"And if you don't like than buzz-off. We never asked you to come here," said George, with a smug look.
Ginny didn't move, but sat on their bed and asked authoritatively, "I want to see the book of Harry Potter Fan Club."
"And why will you think that we will give you?" asked George, a smirk on his face.
"Because I said so," said Ginny, extending a arm to take the book, which under the circumstances would never come.
"Oh and who do you think you are; bloody Minister of Magic," retorted Fred.
"I want to see it," whimpered Ginny.
"We invested our ten Sickles in it," said Fred, "Do you know how much even a Sickle is worth?"
"It's worth of twenty-nine Knuts, if you didn't know," supplied George and continued, "So, Gin-Gin why do you think we will give you the book which we purchased from our hard earned money to you, for free."
"Can't you just let me have a look," said Ginny in a pleading and innocent voice.
"You are forgetting the magic word," said Fred with a maniac gleam in his eyes.
"Bloody hell," Ginny muttered under her breath and then said loudly through clenched teethes, "Please!"
"If you are so desperate," said Fred and waved his wand, "we would let you see it."
A book flew from under the mattress and straight in the hands of Fred. In bold alphabets was written, 'HARRY POTTER FAN CLUB' and just below it was Harry photo in his Quidditch robes. Ginny leapt and Fred raised it up her head. Ginny punched Fred leg, the book flew out of his hand and on the ground. George levitated it, before Ginny could get her hand on it. When she jumped on him to secure the book, she tripped over George, sparks flew from his wands and caught the book. It started burning instantaneously. Fred and George stared at the burning book, with their mouths agape, when Ginny shoved them and yelled, "Stop it from burning."
Up to the time, they came out of their trance and acted, the book was reduced to ashes and Ginny shouted at them, "How dare you burn it?"
They both stared at her blankly for a moment and then George retorted, "It was our book, so it was our wish."
"And secondly it was because of you," — Fred prodded a finger at Ginny — "that our book got burned. So, we should be the one shouting, not you."
"You knew I wanted to read it and you did it on purpose," said Ginny viciously.
"You are blaming us," said George melodramatically, "it was purchased from our hard earned ten Sickles."
"And we didn't even read it completely," said Fred, straining his eyes to produce mock tears.
"I didn't even get a chance to read a page," hissed Ginny earnestly.
"You had no right on it, so stop whimpering about it," snapped George.
"But, I wanted to read it," said Ginny, "Can't you persuade Colin to send you one more."
"Now, you said that, he said something about a new issue," said Fred, and to Ginny displeasure, his eyes lighted up, "Which means…"
"… it will surely have little Gin-Gin and her dating history," smiled George and Ginny blanched.
"So when will he deliver it?" asked Ginny curiously.
"He said something about last week of August," recalled Fred.
"Which mean our Gin-Gin has to wait to see her picture in a book," mused George.
"I'm going," snarled Ginny.
"Be our guest," promptly replied Fred and George.
"Wait!" said Ginny wheeling on the spot, "how come I didn't know about it? Seeing that … — never mind, that."
Fred and George grinned, as they flopped on the bed. Ginny made a disgruntled sound in her throat, when the response didn't come. Fred stared at her and said plainly, "We don't know."
"And secondly," continued George, with a maniac gleam in his eyes, "you were — sorry are a Harry Potter fan. So anyone would suppose that you should be well acquainted with all the Harry Potter Fan Clubs, not us." He ended with a smirk seeing the frown on Ginny face.
"I'll ask him," said Ginny viciously, "I'm going now."
"For sure?" asked Fred, with a hint of laughter in his voice.
Ginny merely scowled and wheeled on the spot. She tried to yank the door open. When it didn't open, she kicked it and cursed loudly. She turned to the twins, who merely indicated the door which was now open. She stormed out, kicking the door shut behind her.
Authors Note: The song 'Bleeding Heart' is my own creation (if you could call it a song, that is). And I will be really pleased if someone eventually read this fic, which seeing the 0 hits (excluding the two I've made) until now, looks next to impossible. But as Mad-Eye Moody used to say, (as he is dead now, both in the book and the film), Constant Vigilance. And yes, I think I should add it too, if someone wants to read the full song (which I don't suspect anyone does), I would write it somewhere, maybe in my profile. I would've said PM me, if and only if there had been some reviewers. So, I could only plea, that okay for a start don't review it, but you know maybe have a hit or two and if you really like it (which is to say plainly, fat chance. But as someone wise had said, Nothing is impossible) leave a review. I'm going mental, I think, oh no, I believe. There is nobody reading and I'm keep gibbering like an old slob. I'll have to delete it, eventually.