A/N: Thank you readers and reviewers and story-alert-adders out there! Have a cookie! And now, here is the next chapter. And to all you out there who like different PoV's or think Ginny is the coolest, here is a chapter with some of Ginny's PoV in it! Read and review! (I like exclamation points!)

Disclaimer: Really, people. Get real. If we were J. K. Rowling..

1) J. K. Rowling would have a clone, since there are 2 of us. That would most certainly be all over the papers. And its not.

2) It would mean that J. K Rowling is sitting in front of a computer (my computer) typing some fanfiction to her own stories. She is not a fan, she's the actual author, and really, I'm sure she has better things to do.

George PoV:

"Ginny!", Fred and I shout.

I run over to the door, knocking over a lamp and a stack of spell-books and not even noticing. I throw open the door to find a bashful but smug Ginny, holding an Extendable Ear.

Now that's plain rude. Yes, it's terrible to eavesdrop and all, but to use our own invention against us...it's bloody unfair.

And as to the immediate crisis: how much has Ginny heard? And what should we tell her?

Do we make up a story, tell her to bug off...or the scariest idea: tell her the truth...

Ginny PoV:

"You have to promise not to tell anyone, says Fred solemnly. I am about to laugh at the strange sight of Fred being solemn, but something stops me, and I just nod quietly. I mean if Fred and George are solemn for Merlin's sake, and haven't murdered me for eavesdropping, then this probably is not the best time for laughing.

What could be so important?, I wonder.

George starts talking once he seems to decide that my promise is sincere (which it is).

"Well...er...you see...", starts George. "It was..um...Crookshanks, yeah. Crookshanks, that's right."

Oh sure. This is a real convincing start.

Fred takes up where George left off, with a little more conviction (but not much): "You see, Crookshanks was chewing on Percy's...erm...dress robes and we were afraid that he would get...er...angry if he found out."

Oh, OK. That sounds reasonable.

Except for the fact that Crookshanks has been in Hermione's room all morning, and that Percy took all his dress robes with him when he left. And the very obvious fact that they were making the whole story up as they went along.

Really, it's insulting. If I were Bill or Charlie or Ron, they would tell me something that actually made sense: the truth. Or, at least, a lie that wasn't such an insult to my intelligence.

I tell them what I am thinking, and all they have to say is the extremely witty response: "Erm"

"Mm hm", I say. "And now for the truth..."

They stare at me incredulously. What, they didn't think their baby sister was capable of logic?

"I'm wai-ting!", I say in a sing-song voice.

They roll their eyes, then begin.

"You see, it all started when we were experimenting with making a new product for skiving snackboxes."

Oh, I should have known it would have something to do with that. After all, I did hear them talking about those products with Dung. But I never thought that they would actually be stupid enough to buy the stuff. Or eat it. Really.

"...and then, there was a terrible pain and when it stopped we found ourselves in this big white room that looked like King's Cross..."

The twins finish their story, and I am left with my mouth hanging open.

"You...you do believe us?", asks George, a little nervously.

No one in their right mind should possibly believe them, and yet..."I believe you".

"So, um, what do we do now?", I ask, since the silence is becoming a little awkward.

'Erm...alrighty then", says Fred. That seems to be my cue to leave, so I turn to walk out of the room, mind working hard to process what I was just told. The facts are clear, sure, but what does this all mean?

Right before I reach the doorway, a thought strikes me. I was eavesdropping on them, but I don't want to find toads in my pumpkin juice or anything else foul like that, which would probably strike Fred and George as hilarious. I turn around.

"Well, since you haven't, you know, murdered me for eavesdropping and all, can I assume that everything is fine between us?", I ask. Now it's my turn to be nervous.

"We still haven't ruled out murder", growls Fred in a voice bearing an uncanny resemblance to Mad-Eye. But then he and George shoot me one of their characteristic smiles, and I know that everything is forgiven.

And deep down, I think that they (not that they'd admit it) are just the tiniest bit glad that they had someone to share their story with.

I know I would be.

A/N: (Insert cleverly worded plea for reviews here) So go on, what are you waiting for?

17ginny17: I have a new story, I have a new story! (does a happy dance)

FaNgizzoKool: (Backs away slowly)

Narrator: Read the new story please! It is called "The Way It Was Meant To Be". And it's totally awesome, dude.