Disclaimer: None of the terms or characters that appear in any literature authored by J.K. Rowling belongs to me. They rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling. Any other allusions mentioned on this page do not belong to me either.

Chapter 3

    Ginny came downstairs an hour later. The kitchen was cleared of water glasses, and there was still some toast on the table. Ron and Mrs. Weasley were absent from the room, but Ginny sat down anyway and had her light breakfast while reading through the front-page headlines in the Daily Prophet. One read, "APPLEBY ARROWS ROBBERY!" which indicated in the article about how someone stole half of their Flamewasp racing broom supply. There was a picture of Shannon Scarlet on a Flamewasp beating a Bludger over to Joey Jenkins of the Chudley Cannons.

     "The Flamewasp is major rubbish anyway," said a familiar voice. Ginny looked up and the twins were standing there. "They're not very sturdy, I heard," George continued, "Plus I heard someone put a shrinking spell on the lot at the factory."

     "Aren't you both supposed to be at work?" Ginny demanded.

     "That's where Lee Jordan comes in!" Fred retorted. Ginny gave them a puzzled look.

     "He needed a summer job," George informed.

     "Yeah, plus, we're both a little worried about you, Gin," said Fred.

     "Why is that?" Ginny asked.

     "Well, ever term ended, you seemed to be a bit down. I can tell maybe it's because we're not around and Ron ran off with the telescope doing Merlin knows what in his room." George replied.

     "Well, I got around okay when everyone had gone to Hogwarts before my first year, and it was just me and Mum."

     "You were just a kid, plus Mum was schooling you." said Fred.

     "And that's a good thing, so then you wouldn't have become a thick git like Fred over here!" George stipulated.

    Ginny grinned. She did forget what it was like to have Fred and George around. They cheered her up. "So are you saying that you don't think me as a 'kid' anymore?"

     "We'll always think you as our little sister, but we do have to recognize that you are growing up." Fred replied.

     "Although, we are still three years older so we want to offer some advice." George said.

     "Advice on what?" Ginny asked firmly.

     "Oh, you know, the basics: getting through fifth year classes--" George started.

     "We'll supply you a good amount of Skiving Snackboxes for a good discount!" added Fred.

    George continued, "We can help you out with unsightly blemishes," Ginny put her hand over her nose.

    Fred reached into his pocket and grabbed a corked glass bottle filled with white substance, "Oh, here's a pimple potion we've been using for years!" He handed it over to Ginny.

    George continued again, "Quidditch tips--"

     "We can also get you some fake broomsticks if Angelina gets on your nerves!" said Fred.

     "Fred, Angelina doesn't attend Hogwarts anymore, and I thought you fancied her," Ginny commented.

     "What makes you think I don't?"

     "Anyway, now that we're on the most important subject of all, Ginny," George continued, "we can help you get Harry Potter to notice you."

    Ginny's eyes faintly widened, but then she suddenly faked a bewildered look on her face, "What makes you think I want Harry to notice me? He knows who I am!"

     "Oh, we're on a first name basis, are we now?" Fred teased.

    Ginny blushed, "Well, he is my friend! Probably not as close as he is with Ron or Hermione, but we have normal conversations."

     "But Ginny, don't you want to go from just talking about Golden Snitches or gillyweed with Harry Potter to actually snogging with Harry Potter?" George provoked.

    Ginny felt her face getting hotter and hotter. "NO! I'M NOT A KID ANYMORE! THAT WAS A CHILDISH CRUSH! NOTHING MORE!"

    Fred smiled; he just loved pushing his younger sister's buttons, in fact, both twins loved pressing anyone's buttons, but that wasn't what they were there for. "You don't have to lie to us."

     "Yeah," George agreed, "we heard you in your room this morning talking to yourself."

     "But I thought Mum put a jinx on all the Extendable Ears that enter the house!" Ginny exclaimed.

     "But these aren't Extendable Ears," informed Fred. He pulled out a funnel of some sort with a long thread sticking out from the back.

     "Nope," said George, "They're Extendable Ears: Deluxe Edition!"

     "Only available for a limited time," Fred quickly added.

    By this point, Ginny was furious. She was used to their gags so it was difficult to take anything out on them. Instead, she went back upstairs to her room and slammed the door shut.

     "Ginny!" Fred and George yelled, "We want to help you!"