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Chapter 9

    "Harry! You're here!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. It was about noon and Ginny was still in her room, but she could hear her Mum's earsplitting voice perfectly from three floors up. "How was the trip, Arthur?"

    Ginny couldn't make out what the others were saying, but she saw George walking past her door. She grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into her room. "George!" she emphasized in a hoarse whisper.

    "Blimey! I didn't think it was that bad!" he avowed at the site of her nose. "Fred told me what happened. Did Mum give you the antidote?"

    "Yes, but it won't do anything for another three days! And did you know that Harry's here?"

    "He is? Maybe he brought me a gift!" George got up to leave, but Ginny was still holding him by the shoulder. "Don't you want to see him?"

    "Not like this!"

    "Don't worry. He's a noble guy. He doesn't care about appearances."

    "I don't think he cares about ugly girls either!"

    "You're not ugly, Gin-Gin."

    "But this is!" she pointed to her nose. "I had a dream last night." Ginny told him about the dream and Harry's new girlfriend.

    "Inga, huh?" George said, "Was she hot?" and Ginny smacked him on the shoulder. "I'm just joking! Plus, where is he going to suddenly find a Veela girlfriend when he's been with the Dursleys all this time?"

    "You're right, but can you check up on him for me? Give me the 411?" Ginny asked. "And bring me a Danish! I'm starving!"

    George raised an eyebrow at the word Danish. "I'll see what I can do!"

    Ginny had been waiting in her room for two hours. She was bored rigid until Fred and George came into her room with a plate of pumpkin pasties. The pasties caught her eye and she grabbed one for each hand.

    "Hey, who said these were for you?" Fred teased.

    "So what's the deal?" she asked with her mouth full.

    "Oh, Harry's been telling us about his trip to Texas with the Dursleys," George said. "They made him go."

    "He brought us presents!" Fred exclaimed. "He brought one for you too!" Fred handed her a red box half the size of a shoebox. It was labeled, "For Ginny" in Harry's script.

    "He asked about you, too. He was wondering why you weren't downstairs to say hi." George nudged Ginny, and her heart skipped a beat.

    "We had to tell him that you were feeling ill, and he offered to see you, but we insisted that he mustn't incase he didn't want to catch Dragon Pox." Fred said.

    "Oh, great, am I going to St. Mungo's now?" Ginny asked sarcastically.

    "Maybe if you want to play along," said George, "but if you want to, you can hear whatever Harry says about you for yourself with these." George held up the Extendable Ears: Deluxe Edition, gleefully.

    "You're going to have to go in the attic, though," Fred informed.

    "I haven't been in there since I was 10!" Ginny cried out. "And it's because the ghoul kept throwing stuff at me!"

    "Tough," the twins said in unison.

    "Is there any other way?" Ginny demanded.

    "Well, you could always use a Polyjuice Potion and turn into one of us," George offered.

    Ginny contemplated for a few seconds and asked, "So how do you use those things again?" She pointed to the Extendable Ears. Fred and George exchanged glances and smiled.

    "I forgot about these!" Fred reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of square thick-framed glasses. "We're still testing these."

    "What are they?" Ginny asked.

    "Transpectacles!" they both answered.

    "You can see through walls!" George explained.

    "Yeah, you can see through walls and floors all right, but nothing more. That's what we're still working on," said Fred.

    "What do you mean?" Ginny asked.

    "Well, hopefully, you aren't too eager to see Harry's polka-dot underwear," George joked. Ginny's face reddened.

    "No, I don't think I'm up for that, but gimme the glasses," she ordered. She snatched them from Fred, and tried them on. She looked through one of the walls and saw her bathroom which was adjacent to her bedroom. It looked as if the wall was replaced by a large piece of thin parchment. "Cool!"

    Fred and George laughed.

    "What's so funny?"

    "It's just that--" Fred was stating through giggles.

    "You look so weird with those on!" George teased.

    "Well, you look funny in those pink boxers!" Ginny shouted. Fred laughed even harder. She couldn't see through their clothing, but she did recall going shopping with the twins the week before.

    "I think I'll be going now!" George informed with a reddened face.

    "Yeah," Fred agreed, still giggling, "I will too."

    "Wait! You have to help me sneak up the attic!" Ginny cried out.

    George sighed, "Let's just go, and if we see Harry, we'll block you from their view. Ron, too, since he knows just as much as Harry does." He opened the door and looked out to see that the coast was clear. He then signaled for Ginny and Fred to follow him. Ginny was still wearing the Transpectacles so it was remarkable for her to see through so many walls in the hallway, and occasionally she would look down and see the rooms underneath.

    The three snuck their way up each staircase. They made it to the top floor, where Ron's room was located. The door suddenly opened and he and Harry walked out. Ginny ran behind Fred and George, but she was too late.

    "Ginny, what are you doing?!" Ron asserted. "You're supposed to be in bed!"

    Fred and George moved to the side, where Ginny was in perfect view of Ron and Harry. She quickly put both her hands over her nose and mouth, and started coughing.

    "Oh, Mum wanted us to take her to the attic!" George lied.

    "Yeah, she's way too contagious for everyone, especially with young Harry over here!" said Fred who opened the smaller side door and was attempting to push Ginny in.

    "Hi—cough!—Harry," Ginny said with her palms still covering her face while she was pretending to cough staggeringly.

    "I've never seen anyone with Dragon Pox before!" Harry stated, "It must be ruddy awful! Oh, I see you got glasses too! I'm growing out of mine! I want new ones! Made out of solid gold and--"

    "Harry had a little too many sugar quills," Ron explained. "Let's go, Harry, before you catch the disease." He eyed Ginny suspiciously as she was still 'coughing'.

    "I've had chickenpox before! And smallpox! And monkeypox! I've also had superpox! I had laser vision!" Harry went on. They all raised their eyebrows at the word 'laser'.

    "Let's go, Harry," Ron pulled him away, "I'll remember to tell you to put sugar quills on the list of candy you can't eat."

    The two boys left, and Fred, George, and Ginny entered through the doorway which revealed a separate smaller staircase. They sauntered up the stairs, and into the attic.

    "Okay, so I'm a contagious beast who needs to be locked up in the attic with the ghoul, now?" Ginny said. Although, she wasn't too concerned with what Harry thought about that since he was in his own uncanny state at the moment.

     Fred looked at his watch and said, "I think we should be getting back to work."

    "Yeah," George agreed, "we don't want to see Lee giving a management position to Loony Lovegood."

    "All right," Ginny said, unhappily as she hugged each of them, "thanks for everything."

    "Tell us what happened!" said Fred.

    "Yeah, tell us if Ron says anything about the Imp we put in his room yesterday!" George agreed.

    Ginny smiled as the two disapparated. She picked a bare spot on the dusty floor and sat down. She could see Ron's room through it. No one was inside and after about an hour, she got exceedingly bored and fell asleep.