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Hermione and Ron had made good use of the time while Ginny and Harry had run off. Being the organized witch that she was, Hermione had immediately pulled out rolls of parchment and quills, immediately getting down to business.

"So," she sat cross-legged on the grass, having already packed up the contents of the basket. "They obviously fancy one another."

"Obviously!" Ron repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. "They fancy each other so much, and they always deny it."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean, Ron," she concurred, pulling her bushy brown hair into a ponytail in an attempt to save herself from the afternoon heat. "I mean, if they like each other so much, why don't they just tell each other? They just keep on skirting around the real issue, pretending that they want to help us with our friendship when all they really want is for them to be together."

Neither saw the irony in this conversation.

They spent some time, scribbling furiously in silence. Soon, their rolls of parchment were covered in notes, charts (this was Hermione's doing of course), and rough sketches. They sat back in satisfaction, pointing at the sketches as they discussed them. Hermione critically surveyed one little scribbled note, stating only, "Girl trips- falls into boy's arms."

"Maybe that one," she pointed at it, as Ron beamed.

"It's a good idea, isn't it?"

"Well it lacks originality, but then again, it is a classic," she replied thoughtfully. "I mean, if it's in a million books-"

She ignored Ron's exaggerated groan. "Enough with the books already!"

"-Then there must be something about it that's right."

"I like this one too!" Ron pointed.

"Oh yeah," Hermione stared at all the sketches and notes, her brow furrowing in concentration as she observed the dozens of ideas that they had come up with.

"Oh look," Ron began to roll up his parchment as he nodded towards the field of grass. "They're coming back."

Taking the parchment from him, Hermione hastily stuffed it in her bookbag, which she still carried around over the summer.

"Oh," she gasped softly to herself as her fingers ran over the rolled up poster that she had put there earlier.

"What is it Hermione?" Curious, Ron crawled over, peering into her bookbag.

"Erm..." she blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice. Quickly, she shoved the poster into his hands, muttering, "This is for you."

Ron looked at her inquisitively, and then unrolled the poster. "Wow Hermione!" he exclaimed when he saw what it was. He looked at it almost reverently, watching the moving picture of his favorite team. "Thanks!" He scooted over towards her, throwing his arm around her quickly in a brief hug.

She blushed, noticing that Harry and Ginny had returned and were grinning down at them. "Oh wipe those grins off your face," she scowled. "Where have you two been anyway?" She glanced down at her watch. "It's been over an hour!"

"We were just around," Ginny replied vaguely.

"Doing what?" Ron smirked.

"Playing," Ginny quickly blurted out.

Hermione was confused, and apparently also unsatisfied, but she merely frowned, getting up. "Well we should get back. I mean, we've been out for long enough, and hopefully by the time we get home Mrs. Weasley will be back."

"Yeah," Ron nodded, getting up, then, as an afterthought, leaning over to pick up Hermione's book bag for her. "I'd hate to enter that house with just Fred and George in it."

"Give it here," Hermione held out her hand for her bookbag, but Ron shook his head.

"No, I can carry it," he replied, shifting the strap of the bulging bag and joking lightly. "God Hermione, what do you carry in this thing? School's over!"

She huffed in reply, though she couldn't prevent her lips from turning upwards at the corners in the tiniest smile. "Oh Ron, it's just some of my summer reading."

He glanced dubiously at the bag, finally saying, "Well it's about as heavy as a sack of bricks, but if you want to lug around that many books all the time, that's your business I suppose."

"Well thanks for carrying it, anyway," she muttered, blushing a bit.

"Not a problem at all," he reddened. "Err... and thanks for the poster again."

They walked home in pairs, Hermione and Ron glancing deviously at Ginny and Harry every few seconds, while whispering under their breaths secretively.

"Do they think that we can't see them?" Harry asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Nah," Ginny rolled her eyes. "They just don't care."

He nodded towards the long rolls of parchment that were hanging out of Hermione's book bag, which jostled, threatening to tip its contents out with ever step that Ron took.

"Plans, you reckon?"

"Of course! Knowing Hermione, there's probably three million fully feasible plans in there with every detail already prepared," Ginny laughed, a bit amused.

"It doesn't bother you?" Harry asked, nervously staring at the rolls of parchment.

She shook her head, biting her lip thoughtfully as she looked up at him. "No," she giggled, "I think it's because we're not so easily embarrassed, and when we are, we're still able to laugh about it together, you know?"

He nodded absently, thinking about what she had just said. Yes, he decided. He did feel at ease with her; maybe even as much as he did with Ron and Hermione. He glanced at the couple ahead of them, deep in whispered discussion. "I suppose," he finally replied. "That it would be amusing to see what they come up with."

"Of course!" She flashed him a quick grin. "But you know what I am worried about? What Fred and George are going to do to them!"

He chuckled, shaking his head as they trudged along, carrying the picnic basket between them. "Oh god- they're never going to let Hermione and Ron get away with what they did."

They finally reached the Burrow. Harry and Ginny sniggered as they watched Hermione and Ron stop abruptly as they reached the door, looking up at the house nervously.

"Do you think your parents are home yet, Ron?" Hermione stepped back from the door, looking as if she was ready to bolt any minute.

Ron glanced down at his watch, then back up. "Well, Mum might be home," he replied, still standing by the door.

"Might." Hermione repeated weakly, unintentionally scooting closer to Ron and grabbing the sleeve of his robe.

Ron looked too terrified to notice, but Harry certainly did.

He turned to Ginny, nodding towards Hermione and Ron, and she covered her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. "I love the twins," she mouthed back to him.

Harry smirked, nodding in agreement.

Minutes passed and Ginny rolled her eyes, sighing. She and Harry put the picnic basket down, sitting down on the steps leading up to the house.

"So Harry, how's life?" Ginny asked loudly.

"Just splendid," Harry replied, sighing dramatically. "Just a bit bored, you know?"

"Don't you just wish we could go into the house?"

"Why yes," Harry shot Hermione and Ron an annoyed look. "I wonder why we don't."

Fine," Ron shot back, looking down at Harry defiantly. "If you're not afraid, you go in first."

"No mate," Harry shook his head, staying seated on the step. "Whatever happens when the door opens is for you two, not me."

"Oh yes," Hermione rolled her eyes, remarking sarcastically, "And that's supposed to make us feel better."

Ron glared at Harry and Ginny, muttering, "If I die, it's your fault," then opened the door, cringing as he stepped in cautiously.

Nothing.

The four friends peeked inside, surprised by the relative calm in the house. There was no noise, no creatures scuttling about, and no curses being muttered from a dark corner. In fact, the house looked just as it had when they had left it.

"I don't know whether to be relieved or scared out of my wits," Ron whispered.

Hermione looked around nervously. "I would pick the latter." Still looking around warily, they all eventually crept into the house.

Once inside, Harry and Ginny were relatively at ease- after all, they weren't the ones who the twins wanted to take their revenge on. Ron and Hermione, however, sprang up the stairs (after thoroughly inspecting them for any booby traps) and ran into their rooms (after cracking open the door and peering in- a precaution of course), shutting the doors.

"Harry, I'm going to the restroom," Ginny called over her shoulder.

Harry nodded, making his way to Ron's room, hoping to tease him a bit about Hermione. Knocking on the door, he waited. A moment later, Ron replied, muttering something about dust all over the place and sneezing. Suddenly, he opened the door. Ron stared at Harry for a moment, his eyes glazing over.

"Err..." Harry looked at him a bit worriedly. "You okay?"

Silence.

Then- "Harry, I LOVE you!" Ron lunged at Harry.

Harry stared. Obviously the twins' doing, he thought, before running down the hallway.

"Help!" he cried out desperately, hoping that either Ginny or the twins would come and save him.

Ron followed him in quick pursuit, screaming professions of love at the top of his lungs. Hearing the ruckus from the hallway, Hermione, who had suddenly begun to sneeze, opened her door to yell at the boys. All she saw shooting past was a blur- Harry of course. Immediately, her eyes too glazed over, and in a flash, she was dashing down the hallway after Harry.

"Harry- you are the love of my life!" she cried.

"Argh!" Harry screamed.

Ginny had just washed her hands and was opening the restroom door when she heard Harry's distressed yell. Wondering if he was hurt, she ran out. What she saw made her blink- once, twice, and three times. Yes, the image of Ron and Hermione hurtling after Harry and screaming of their love for him was not an illusion. Her mouth opened slightly in shock as she stared after him.

He suddenly hurtled her way, running by her in a blur as he called over his shoulder, "Ginny! Do something!"

So Ginny did the only thing she could think of. She ran up the stairs and began pounding at Fred and George's door. "YOU TWO BETTER COME OUT HERE AND EXPLAIN THIS TO ME RIGHT AWAY!" She bellowed.

Fred and George opened their door, and then ran out to look down the hall. On seeing Harry chased by Ron and Hermione, George shook his head in frustration. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

"Yeah," Fred turned to Ginny, explaining. "Ron and Hermione were supposed to see each other first, not Harry."

"Well do something!" Ginny cried, watching poor Harry stumble towards them with Ron and Hermione close behind.

"Argh!" he screamed again. "Get them away!"

"Harry, mate! I thought you liked me!" Ron called at him.

"Harry- your eyes make me swoon!" Hermione shouted.

"Aahhh!" Harry ran towards the twins and Ginny, who snapping out of their shock at seeing Ron and Hermione's behavior, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into George and Fred's room, shutting the door quickly and locking it.

Harry leaned against the wall, panting as he looked in terror at the door, which Ron and Hermione were currently pounding at and yelling sappy love phrases. George, Fred and Ginny took one look at him and burst into laughter.

"Sorry there, Harry," the twins chortled.

"What did you do to them?" Harry asked, still looking absolutely horrified although the pounding on the door had subsided and Hermione and Ron had apparently left. Turning to Ginny, who was giggling so hard that tears were leaking out of her eyes, he protested. "Ginny it isn't funny! That was, quite possibly, the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. Voldemort just doesn't compare."

Fred scratched his head, grinning sheepishly. "See, we put some, ah, dust in their rooms. Well it makes them become completely infatuated with the first person they see after they breathe it in."

"Why would you do that?" Harry demanded, apparently still shaken.

"Well obviously," George explained. "Hermione and Ron were supposed to see each other first."

"And what?" Ginny snapped, having finished her giggling fit. "Start snogging each other senseless? In their state now, I wouldn't be surprised if they did more than that, if you know what I mean."

George and Fred looked at each other for a moment, making disgusted faces.

"Ugh," George grimaced.

"Didn't think of that," Fred remarked. "Guess it's a good thing that they saw Harry then."

"How long are they going to be like that?" Harry sat on the ground, looking a bit concerned.

"Oh, not long." Fred replied reassuringly. "Only for a couple hours or so. And don't worry, it won't happen again. The extra dust in their room deactivates itself after an hour or so."

"A couple hours?" Running a hand through his hair, Harry slumped onto the ground. "What am I supposed to do?"

George and Fred looked at each other and shrugged.

"Well," Fred scratched his head thoughtfully. "I suppose you could stay here through dinner."

"Yeah," George continued. "Just say you're ill. In fact, we'll tell Mum for you."

"It's the least we could do," Fred added. "To make it up to you."

"Yeah," Harry grinned weakly. "It was rather terrifying to hear Ron yell about how he regarded me as much more than a friend."

Ginny, who had been sitting rather patiently on Fred's bed jumped in. "I'll bring you dinner Harry," she offered. "I'll stay up here and eat with you. I'm sure Mum would let me."

George winked at the two. "I don't know," he teased. "You better not do things other than eating up here, you hear? Otherwise we'll come up," He turned to Harry. "And pummel you into the ground."

"I think that's fair," Fred commented nonchalantly. "Alright, Harry?"

Harry gulped, nodding quickly as he watched the twins examine him critically. Ginny on the other hand, looked rather exasperated.

"Oh come on you two," she argued. "I've- unfortunately enough- come into rooms to see you snogging girls senseless. What's wrong with me and Harry doing the same, huh?"

Although he hadn't been drinking water at the time, Harry thought that he just might choke- but he didn't. So instead he coughed, turning towards the twins and shaking his head furiously. Perhaps I can communicate to them that NO I will not violate your little sister! He continued shaking his head in an attempt to save his life.

Unfortunately, neither of the twins looked his way. Instead, they focused their attentions on their little sister, who was currently standing on Fred's bed, hands on her hips as she glared down at them defiantly.

"Ginny," Fred looked mystified. "You're my baby sister! You couldn't have possibly meant that."

"Yeah," George joined in. "You would never say something like that!"

Ginny looked at them in an almost pitying manner. "Well I just did."

George and Fred exchanged baffled looks.

"I suppose," George finally said, looking a bit dejected. "That she's finally growing up."

Fred sighed. "She'll no longer need us around to protect her, George."

Ginny's expression softened as she jumped off the bed, landing in front of her brothers. "Well yeah I'm growing up," she scoffed teasingly. "You guys went through the same thing remember?"

"Yeah but you're a girl!" George protested.

She rolled her eyes. "And that makes a difference," she replied sarcastically.

"Of course!" the twins chorused together.

Her face broke out into a smile as she looked at them. "Aww guys!" she pulled them into a group hug, which they half-heartedly protested to with "eww"s. "Fine," she pulled away, smiling impishly. "How about we make a deal?"

Fred replied, "Let's hear what you have to say," looking at his little sister endearingly.

"I promise," she started solemnly, but then, despite herself, began giggling. "To bring Harry his dinner without snogging him, or doing other inappropriate things. In return, you two will stop interrogating him."

George frowned. "How about we just lessen the interrogations?" he suggested.

Ginny rolled her eyes, grinning. "Well," she sighed, "I suppose that's the best I'm going to get."

Harry perked up at the prospect of spending dinner alone with Ginny. Of course, he told himself. It's only because plotting against Ron and Hermione is so much fun. And Ginny's nice to talk to. Yes, that's it.

Ginny turned around to flash a sweet smile at him, and he found himself thinking, Thank god for the twins.