BOOM!
I jumped and knocked over the Wizard's Chess board that Ron and I were using. I was secretly glad for the distraction, I was losing badly. Ron wasn't too happy.
"That's the third time this week!" he exclaimed, his ears turning red.
"Come on," I said, and walked away, headed towards their room as Ron followed.
I banged open the door, "What in the name of Merlin are you two doing in here?"
"Erm, nothing," Fred said too quickly as George attempted to hide a bunch of papers behind his back.
I squinted at them and walked over to George, pulling the papers out of his hands, as Ron still stood in the doorway, he's such a chicken.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" I asked after glancing at the papers, "What's that? Why are there order forms? Are you MAKING things? How come you didn't tell me about this?" I demanded.
They both sighed.
"Don't tell anyone," Fred said.
"Well, are you going to answer the questions?" Ron asked, walking over to read the order forms over my shoulder. He was now keen to join the conversation, as the twins weren't going to get mad.
"Which one?" asked George
"All of them!" I exclaimed, "What's Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"
"Our company name," said Fred
"Why are there order forms?"
"So people can buy our products," George said
"Are you making things?"
"Yes, duh" Fred replied.
"How come you didn't tell me about this?"
"You never asked,"
When Mum found the order forms cleaning their room a few weeks later, she went mental. She was screaming at them for hours, Ron and I took refuge in his room, trying to block out her yells.
"He needs a name," I stated, watching his new owl fluttering around.
"I've been trying," he said irritably.
"Can I name him?" I asked, my eyes sparkling.
"Er-"
"Great! Thanks," I said, before he could give me the answer I knew was coming.
He sighed, "Clear it with me first."
"Yeah, yeah, sure," I said, and that's when inspiration hit.
"Pigwidgeon!" I exclaimed.
"No way!"
"Come here Pigwidgeon," I called to the bird, opening his cage.
"No Ginny! I am NOT calling him Pigwidgeon!" he stated.
"It's a sweet name," I said, petting the bird, "besides, he already likes the name, you can't change it now."
He glared at me and I smiled sweetly, putting Pigwidgeon back in his cage.
"So, when are Hermione and Harry coming?" I asked, sitting on Harry's camp bed that was already set up.
"Hermione's coming tomorrow, and dad's going to get Harry the next day."
"Cool, I'm so excited for the cup. Who do you think will win?" I asked.
"Viktor Krum is on the Bulgaria team, there's no way they'll lose," he said like it was fact.
"But Ireland has a bunch of good players, they could win too," I said.
The next day, Hermione came, and I was so glad to have someone to talk to other than my brothers and parents. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but they can get tiresome. So Hermione arrived and me, her, and Ron went up to his room.
"How was your summer?" Ron asked, looking nervous, and I had to hold back a laugh.
"It was okay, I miss Hogwarts and magic, but it's good to spend time with my parents. How about you guys?" she said.
BANG!
She shrieked and fell off Ron's bed, causing me and Ron to laugh.
"What was that?!" she yelled.
"Fred and George," Ron and I said together, then explained Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to her.
Her expression became stonier with every word, "But they can't possibly think that they could do that for their business!"
Ron and I exchanged a look.
"Hermione, it's what they want to do," I said.
"Yeah, but..." she started, then trailed off. She must've realized that she couldn't stop them and it was no use lecturing us.
The next day, me and Hermione walked downstairs when we heard my dad and brothers arrive with Harry, and I was very excited. I had decided that I would NOT turn red, and I would actually talk in front of him. I had really taken Hermione's advice to heart, and I'm going to be myself.
When we got down there, I smiled and didn't blush. I was very pleased with myself, until he grinned back, which made me go scarlet. Not my finest moment.
When mum looked like she was about to start yelling, me and the trio retreated upstairs to Ron's room.
"What are Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked on the way up.
Me and Ron laughed, but Hermione looked like the last thing she wanted to do was laugh.
We explained to him - I didn't blush - then Percy came out. I don't think that he REALLY wanted to see what the noise was, he just knew that Harry was here and wanted to gloat. He'd been going on all summer about something with the ministry that none of us are allowed to know about. I think he was trying to get us to ask him about it, but I most certainly wasn't going to.
I could hear Mum shouting from five floors up. I don't know what the big problem is, Dudley's a git anyways.
"Er -- why are you calling that owl Pig?" Harry asked.
I thought that he should hear the story from me, so I spoke up, "Because he's being stupid. It's proper name is Pigwidgeon."
"Yeah, and that's not a stupid name at all," Ron said, "Ginny named him. She reckons it's sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he won't answer to anything else. So now he's Pig. I've got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that."
I rolled my eyes. I remembered last year when he was all broken up about Scabbers being gone. Supposedly that rat annoyed him too.
The conversation went smoothly for a while, until Ron said, "And have you heard from -?"
But then Hermione gave him a warning look and he shut up. I wasn't stupid, I knew that there was something going on there that they didn't want to say in front of me. Normally, I would've been extremely angry, but right then I was too pleased with myself to be too mad. Instead, I looked from Ron to Harry, hoping that one of them would spill. Then Hermione suggested going and helping Mum with dinner, so we went downstairs.
Before dinner, Bill and Charlie had a duel. It was actually very funny. I missed having my older brothers around. Hermione looked torn between the desire to laugh and scold them. It continued on like this until my git of a brother poked his head out the window, yelling at the to keep it down.
I sat across from Bill and my mum at dinner, though I really wanted to sit with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"You really ought to take that earring out Bill, it looks horrible. Especially with a great fang on it. Really, Bill, what do they say at the bank?" mum asked, squinting her eyes at him, as though she could make the earring disappear.
"Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure," he replied, patiently.
Obviously no getting away with the earring method, she went with the hair, "And your hair's getting silly dear," she said, holding her wand hopefully, "I wish you'd let me give it a trim..."
"I like it," I said, backing my brother up. I knew all too well how annoying the mum-nagging can be, "You're so old-fashioned, Mum. Anyway, it's nowhere near as long as Professor Dumbledore's."
"Well, that's completely different," she said.
I rolled my eyes and continued eating, letting them argue. She obviously wasn't going to give this up.
"GINNY! I've been calling you for the past five minutes trying to get you up!" screamed my mothers voice.
I groaned and sunk deeper into my bed.
"GINEVRA!" she yelled as she ripped the blankets off of me.
"Okay, okay, I'm up! Merlin," I muttered, sitting up.
Looking around, I saw Hermione sitting up, looking as tired as I felt. With a groan, I got up and started to dress, her following my lead. After making ourselves presentable, we went downstairs, dragging our feet the whole way.
"Why do we have to be up so early?" I complained the second I was in ear-shot of my father.
"We've got a bit of a walk," he said. Great.
Then Harry talked. I didn't even have enough energy to blush at the sight of him. I was that tired. Besides, I've been getting better about that.
The Quidditch World Cup was amazing! Krum caught the snitch, but Ireland still won. I swear, Fred and George are geniuses. It was a great day, and we stayed up half the night re-playing to all. Until I fell asleep, knocking over my hot chocolate. That's when Dad made us go to bed. Me and Hermione went into the next tent. I was so tired that I didn't even attempt to have a conversation with her. I just pulled on my pajamas and fell into bed, asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
"Girls, Ginny, Hermione, get up!" I could tell by the sound of my father's voice that something was not right.
"What's wrong?" I asked sleepily.
"No time right now, grab a jacket and let's go," he said.
I grabbed my jacket and followed Hermione out of the tent, my dad behind us.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and I were to hide in the woods while to rest of my family helped the ministry. Fred grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me away, the others following.
In the middle of the woods, Fred ubruptly stopped and I looked back. I only saw George.
"Where's Harry, Ron, and Hermione?" I asked George nervously.
"Huh?" he said and turned around, "I don't know."
"We have to go back for them!" I said and started walking away.
"No," said Fred, grabbing my arm and holding me firmly, "We have to stay here Ginny, it's our responsibility to keep you safe."
"Besides, there's three of them and they're together. They'll be fine," George said, although he looked a little worried.
So I, angrily, stuck it out and waited. After the commotion died down, the twins let me back to the tent. I walked in tentatively, hoping against hope that the trio was in there. But they weren't, only Charlie, Bill, and Percy were there. They were all hurt.
"Where's Ron? And Harry and Hermione?" Bill asked the second I entered and no one else followed.
"I don't know, we got split up," Fred explained.
"They can't be far," George said.
The six of us stayed there, not talking, until we heard footsteps. Charlie got up and poked his head out.
"Dad, what's going on?" he called, "Fred, George, and Ginny got back okay, but the others-"
"I've got them here," my dad said, and relief flooded through me.
After a quick conversation where Dad explalined everything, we were sent to bed. I layed in my bed, thinking that there was no way I'd be able to sleep. Surprisingly, I fell asleep right away.
The rest of the summer passed pretty un-eventfully, and I was surprised when it was almost time to go back to school. Hermione and I were packing our bags, when Mum came into the room, carrying a beautiful blue dress.
"Here you are, Hermione, dear. I think this will look lovely on you," she said.
Hermione looked back at her, bewildered, "What's this for?"
"Oh, well, you'll need it," she replied, looking uncomfortable, "It's on your list."
Hermione took the dress from her, and look at it.
"It's beautiful," she breathed.
"Yes, isn't it? Ginny, if you end up needing a dress, write me," mum said, turning to me.
"What will we need dresses for?" I asked.
"It's on the list for fourth-years and above," she replied.
"Well, why might I need one then? I'm going to be a third-year,"
"Yes, you will be. But, well, you might need it," she said and walked out the door, leaving me very confused.
"I might be seeing you all sooner than you think," Charlie said as he hugged me good-bye the next day.
"Why?" asked Fred.
"You'll see," Charlie replied, "Just don't tell Percy I mentioned it... it's 'classified information, until such time as the Ministry sees fit to release it,' after all."
"Yeah, I sort of wish I were back at Hogwarts this year," said Bill.
Now I was starting to get annoyed.
"Why?" asked George.
"You're going to have an interesting year. I might even get time off to come and watch a bit of it," Bill said.
"A bit of what?" Ron asked, sounded as annoyed as I felt.
But before we could get any more information out of them, the whistle blew and Mum pushed us in the train. I waved, and went off to find my friends.
Author's Note: Sorry, again, for the wait. It's just hard finding the time to write. On the plus side, I found my copy of GOF. It was under my bed. I don't know why I didn't think to look there first. Anyways, it gave me motivation to write and not do homework, lol. So please review )
