A/N: Why are these ones so short? I really don't know. Anyways, I got a kick out of this, and I hope you do, too. Today's prompt was: "Why in the world would you do that!"
Ron was only a little worried when Fred and George came down the stairs that afternoon, laughing and smiling significantly when they saw him trying to help Hermione salvage a game of chess against Ginny.
He thought nothing of the fact that they kept shooting looks at him all day.
Or that they smiled whenever he was doing anything with Hermione.
No, those were relatively normal things for them. He wasn't worried until they came up to his room later and said, "You're welcome."
He looked up at them from the book he was reading, and said, "I haven't thanked you."
"But you will," Fred said with a smile.
"Once you find out what we've done."
And that was when he got really worried. "What have you done?"
"Just helped you out with Hermione, that's all," Fred said.
"Um, I really don't need 'help' with Hermione."
"Oh, yes you did."
"Did?"
"Oh, yes. After the letter we sent, there won't be any more problems."
"You sent her a letter? What did it say?"
"Nothing," they both said at once.
"Angelina wrote a poem for us, though," Fred said.
"YOU TOLD SOMEONE ELSE!"
They both laughed. "Don't worry, we can trust Angelina," George said.
"I don't care! Why in the world would you do that? Of all the things you could have done!" They both laughed again, but Ron was genuinely distraught.
"Oh, calm down, it wasn't bad," George said.
"For a love poem, anyway," Fred finished.
"You had Angelina send her a LOVE POEM? FROM ME?"
"No," Fred said, "It was anonymous."
"Of course, she did use Errol."
They were laughing as he chased them out of his room.