Disclaimer: I'm insane.  If you think that I own HP, you're dead wrong.

Dedicated: To Sinbin, for all the challenges.  This last one 'Do you want to rent this advertising space' was tough!!!  Also, to the others at the Sugar Quill…just for being SugarQuillers!

Author's Note: I'm insane.  I can't believe I'm linking all of these challenge fics together!  What the hell is wrong with me?

If You Can't Say It…

Harry had been in Hogsmeade only an hour when life went sour.  "Do you want to rent this advertising space?" 

"What?" he turned his head to face Fred Weasley. 

"The ad space, do you want to rent it?" George gestured at the sky.  "A Galleon buys the day," he continued.

Blinking, Harry turned fully to face the twins.  "Ad space?"

Fred nodded, "The sky above the Three Broomsticks sign; Madam Rosmerta rents it out to the other shops to use for advertising sales."

"Or personal announcements," George added.  "Mum and Dad rented it when they got engaged; told the whole world at once.  It's a prime location to do a bit of promotion."

"Look, I told Ginny that I'd only be a minute in Honeydukes and it's been five.  I assume you want to rent it for the store?" Harry asked, peering though the pub windows.

George snorted.  "No, we want to tell the world that Ron likes Hermione and is too afraid to really admit it."

"Pity's sake," Fred rolled his eyes.  "Are we renting it or not?  We only asked," He sighed, "because you're the chief investor."

George shrugged.  "I say no; we're not opened yet and it'll waste money."

"I say we need to get our name out there!" Fred countered.  "We should rent it for the month."

Harry rubbed his forehead and regretted giving Fred and George his Triwizard earnings.  "One day.  A Galleon, right?  Who do we pay?"   The twins pointed mutely to a coin slot on the pub's main sign post; weary, Harry dropped a Galleon into it.  "There, happy?" he asked as the air above them glowed. 

"Actually, Harry…" Fred fidgeted.

"We already worked up a message, just in case," George said.  "We need you to authorize putting it up... It's your money in the post."

Harry sighed. 

"Tell the post to display the 'Grand Announcement'," Fred smiled gleefully.  "And then our message will be in the eyes of everybody in Hogsmeade."

"Display the Grand Announcement," Harry said.  The air crackled and lit with red flames.

George and Fred grinned.  

"Lovely!"

"A full month of loving, loveliness."

"What?!"

"Did I say a Galleon a day?  I meant a Sickle.  Sorry."  George didn't look sorry as above them the sign blazed out its message:

Ron Weasley, the scared git, loves Hermione Granger.  I'm Harry Potter and I'd know.  P.S. I love his sister, Ginny.