Thanks for the reviews guys! You rock. Well this one's a tad bit longer. Hopefully, that'll satisfy some people =). And just to let you know, it's definitely my favorite chapter thus far. So enjoy!

First off, if you guys didn't already know, Harry and Ginny are NOT together. It's all for show so they can get Ron and Hermione together.

Secondly, a lot of people have been complaining that I've made Ron way too stupid. I promise guys, that wasn't what I meant to do (I love Ron too!). But haven't you ever been around someone you really like, and for some reason, ONLY AROUND THEM, you do stupid things, say stupid things, altogether act stupider than you normally do? I know I have (most notably recently in an event that was... not so fun). Well so that's my explanation. Soon enough, Ron will get over his jitters when talking to Hermione. Alright. Cool.

So continue reviewing, or else (pouts) I'll stop writing. Or I'll just write and NOT post it up. (Muahaha, evil. KIDDING.)

"Checkmate!" Ron grinned triumphantly, watching his pieces obliterate Hermione's in their fifth game of wizard's chess. "I win again!"

After lunch, Hermione had been in very good spirits, and to Ron's surprise, had agreed good-naturedly to a game of wizard's chess. Now however, she was slumped against the table, sighing in boredom.

"You're sure," she pressed, "Absolutely certain that you don't want to do anything else?" Ron, still basking in the glow of his fifth victory in a row, shook his head. And so, sighing again, Hermione resigned herself to yet another game.

From the stairway, George and Fred stopped to watch their little brother completely immersed in his game.

"Poor Bookworm," George whispered.

Fred shook his head, muttering, "We've really got to help Ron out."

The two disappeared into their room, which became suspiciously quiet for a full half an hour.

Stopping momentarily in his game, Ron glanced uneasily at the stairs. "Fred and George are up to something, I can just feel it."

Hermione stared at him, shrugging her shoulders. "How would you know? It's rather quiet up there anyway. Perhaps they've decided to settle down."

Ron shook his head, chuckling nervously. Running his hand through his hair, he replied, "No. If they're no loud noises coming from their room, it usually means big trouble. One time for instance," he explained. "They were up there for three hours without making any noise. Well, my uncle James was supposed to come over for dinner, and when he didn't show up, Mum became a bit suspicious. Finally, she went out into the garden and found a man magically bound to a lawn chair. Of course, it turned out to be uncle James, who had sent dungbombs by owl to Fred and George, as a prank. They take after him, really. Well, Mum wasn't too pleased about it, but uncle James was a great sport about it, even asked them how they managed to outsmart him. Anyway," he finished. "That's why it's no good when that room goes quiet."

Hermione gulped, now too looking warily at the stairs. "You don't think they'd do anything like that to us, would they?"

Ron shrugged. "You never know. Those two are unpredictable."

Hermione nodded, not looking comforted at all. "Let's resume the game, then?" she asked, hoping to end the game and with a bit of luck, move onto something else.

Ron hesitated, still looking worriedly at the stairs. "Well," he said reluctantly, turning back to the game. "I suppose we should just wait to see what happens."

They continued their game, though both of them kept shooting glances towards the stairway.

A few minutes later, their fears were confirmed- a rustle from the stairway alerted their attention, and when they turned, they found themselves confronted with what they could only guess to be George and Fred dressed up as Cupids.

Ron blinked.

"What in the world are they doing?" a very disturbed Hermione hissed at Ron, blushing as she realized that George and Fred were clad only in sheets.

Ron shrugged his shoulders, his mouth slightly parted in shock.

"Well," Fred began, fluttering his enchanted wings slightly. "We've come to help you two... how shall I put this?"

George continued for him. "We've come to help you realize your affections for each other."

"You've what?!" Both Ron and Hermione shrieked in unison, blushing deeply.

The twins nodded, then each pulled out a roll of parchment. "We'll read to you the signs of love that you each display," Fred explained.

Hermione gasped.

Ron sputtered, turning red.

George cleared his throat. "Number one: Hermione yells at Ron more than she yells at anyone else, clearly displaying that she worries about him most."

Both Hermione and Ron snorted.

"She can be downright brutal to me!" Ron protested.

Fred and George seemed undeterred.

Fred continued down the list. "Number two: Ron asks for help from Hermione the most."

"He values her judgment!" George sighed dramatically. "How romantic!"

"Only on homework!" Hermione complained.

"Number three: Hermione gets even more violent than usual whenever Ron talks about other girls."

Hermione whimpered. "Not... It's not..." she wavered. "I don't!"

"Number four: Ron turns as red as a tomato whenever Hermione so much as touches his hand."

Ron reddened, muttering something about killing the twins under his breath.

"See?" Fred gestured towards Ron's face. "It's true!"

George coughed. "Finally, number five: Both Ron and Hermione complain about each other incessantly."

"You think about each other quite a bit," Fred added, winking at the two mortified teenagers.

"Well," the twins rolled up their parchment, and then ran up the stairs. "We'll leave you two alone now!" They shouted, running off before Ron and Hermione could react.

Ron and Hermione sat, staring at each other.

Finally, Ron let out a shaky laugh, muttering, "Well... that was... err..."

"Absolutely horrific," Hermione finished, burying her face in her hands.

"None of it true, of course," Ron added quickly, turning even redder.

"No, of course not," Hermione agreed, perhaps a little bit too quickly. "But," she blushed. "It was terribly humiliating, wasn't it?"

Ron nodded in agreement, and they sat there for some time, still in shock.

"Well," Ron said grimly, breaking the silence. "You know what we have to do, don't you?"

"What?"

"Get revenge."

"Oh Ron!" Hermione exclaimed with an evil glint in her eye. "You're brilliant! I've got the greatest idea; I came across it while reading the potions book this morning. Now, could you go and whip up a pitcher of lemonade, perhaps?"

He nodded, watching her disappear up the stairs. When Hermione came up with ideas like this, it was best to humor her, as he had learned through her whole craze with SPEW. Walking to the cupboard, he pulled out a glass pitcher and began to make lemonade. From upstairs, he could hear a clang as Hermione dragged her cauldron out, and then occasional fizzes, which he assumed to be her dropping ingredients into whatever potion she was creating.

Half an hour later, Hermione skipped down the stairs to find Ron sitting at the kitchen table with a pitcher full of ice-cold, tempting lemonade. In her hand was a small vial containing clear liquid.

Ron eyed it suspiciously. "What's that?" he asked, watching her excitedly pour the vial into the pitcher.

"Here, mix it up," she commanded, and he obeyed, still looking at her questioningly.

"So," he asked again while stirring the lemonade. "What's this supposed to do?"

Hermione poked her head out from behind a cupboard, where she was rummaging around. "Ahah!" she grinned, holding up two glasses and running over to set them by the pitcher of lemonade. "I'll tell you later," she whispered mysteriously.

Motioning for him to follow, she crept into the pantry to hide.

Inside, they peeked out at the kitchen. Soon enough, Fred and George came downstairs, exhausted and dehydrated from a day of successful pranks.

"Did you see the looks on their faces?" Fred chortled.

Hermione twitched.

George nodded, chuckling. "Those two are great fun to embarrass."

Ron hissed through his teeth and was promptly elbowed by Hermione.

Still laughing, the twins filled the glasses on the table with lemonade and took long swigs, and sighing contentedly, disappeared back upstairs.

Cautiously, Ron and Hermione emerged from the pantry, Hermione red in the face from trying not to laugh.

"So tell me what that does now," Ron prodded.

"Well," she smiled mischievously, "They're going to have pretty sore bottoms for the next few hours. Their bottoms are, at the moment, bursting out in painful sores. They'll be gone by bedtime of course," she reassured. "But dinner should be an interesting affair."

Ron burst into laughter, shaking his head. "If I had known I'd be learning stuff like this, I'd have read through the potions book ages ago!"