A/n: Heeeeere's more! I tried to make this chapter interesting, and sort of funny because of Fred and George, but I'm not sure how it came across, so let me know. (Review!) Also, once again, I typed this up as fast as my fingers could, rather late at night, so please excuse nay typos are missed words (the usual). I didn't have a chance to look any of these chapters over. Anyways, read on. :D

Chapter 4

There was a loud whistling noise, but Ron ignored it. He lifted his head when the whistle sounded a second time. No one was in front, so he glanced over his shoulder to see Fred, George and Lee hurrying towards him.

"Oy, Ron!" Fred said loudly.

'Oh brother, what now?' Ron thought. 'I'm not testing anything.....'

The twins were on either side of him now. "Hey brother!" George said, and the twinkle in his eye was unnerveing.

Ron looked briefly from one to other. "What do you want.....?"

Lee grinned from the other side of George. "How are you today, Ron?" he said.

Ron was becoming rather nervous. What were they going to do to him? "Fine......" he glanced back over at Fred, afraid to let any of the three out his sight for a second. "What are doing?" he flipped his back to look at Lee and George, then back to Fred.

George put on a mock misery type face. "Oh! Can't we just walk with our dear little brother?"

"Is it such a crime?" Fred chimed in, copying George's fake sad face.

Ron shook his head, having not much energy to pursue the subject. "Whatever." he said, and quickened his pace slightly. It was then that he noticed, for no particular reason, that they were on the second floor, near Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. The images of Hermione brewing the Polyjuice Potion in a cauldron on the bathroom floor flashed through his mind. He almost smiled....

Fred on Ron's right, and George on Ron's left, suddenly each grabbed Ron's arms and began pulling him forward. "C'mon Ronnie!" one of them laughed.

"Oy! What are you doing!?" Ron shouted and bgean trying to shake them off.

"Ssshh, Ickle-Ronniekins! Wouldn't want to bring a Professor down us now would you?" laughed George.

They hauled towards the door to the girls' bathrooms, and Ron understood what was going on. "OY! Get off me you gits!!! Don't you dare throw me in there! OY!" he struggled as best he could, but apparently to no avail. The twins hauled him into the bathroom, Lee standing outside, apparently keeping watch.

They heaved, and shoved him into one of the stalls head first, laughing the entire time. "That's for losing the recipe to the Quaking candies!" Fred said, and shut the stall door.

Ron attempted to right himself, and thanked Merlin that the toilet cover had been down. He shuddered to think of what could've happened if the cover had been up.....

"It was an accident!" he yelled, as he watched their retreating feet.

"Sure!" George said, then added, "Then it was for spooning that muck that Auntie Betty made right into my face!"

"Man, that was wretched..." Fred mumbled at the same time Ron yelled,

"I was only 2 years old!!!"

"Still..." George said and the twins burst out laughing.

"Oy! Get! Somebody's comin'!" Lee leaned in and suddenly shouted.

"I'd advise staying for a bit Ronnie, unless you want to explain what you were doing int the GIRLS' washroom!" one of the twins yelled, and then with another gale of laughter he heard them retreating down the hall at top speed.

He shook his head. "Shoulda known..." he said aloud. Really, after all the years he'd lived with them, and yet he still hadn't figured out that they do this to him once a year, whether it be at Hogwarts, the Zoo, an Ice Cream Parlour... whatever the case maybe. He really should've figured it out by now.

He sighed and was just about to stand and leave when something on the wall caught his eye. He looked a little more closely, and was surprised to discover writing all over the stall walls, many of them in different colours. Understandably he hadn't noticed when he'd been thrown in, but now that he was looking, it was impossible not to notice. There was barely any space where there wasn't writing. He read one that was written in a pretty deep red colour.

"I don't know what your thinkin'
Sure wish I did
It'd make my life so much easier"

Another, this one in a sort of muted lime green,

"I'm dying inside
And nobody knows it but me
I'm crying out loud,
Nobody knows it but me"
(beside this, there was a series of dots, and then it read, '...and Myrtle, who swore not to tell or hang around when I'm here, and I KNOW she'll keep that promise....' After Ron read that, he smiled.)

Who wrote these? He wondered, and was amazed at how many pieces there were. A few, he was surprised to find, sort of reflected the way he felt about Hermione.

"There's a message that I'm sendin' out
Like a telegraph to your soul
And if I can't bridge this distance,
Stop this, heartbreak, overload...
I ain't missin' you at all"

He recognized many of the pieces to be bits of songs. Other pieces, he assumed were original.

The one that struck him most however, was the one right on the door at eye level. When he read it, it completely knocked the wind right out of him. It was written in deep purple.

"I love you, Ron Weasley
And here I sit, writing how I feel
Nothing compares to how I really feel inside
How can I tell you, when you hate me?
How can I hug you, when you glare at me?
How can I kiss you, when you yell at me?
I love you, Ron Weasley
And I don't know what to do about it
Here I sit, writing how I feel,
When no one will ever know what I really feel inside."

A/n: I'm the first to admit it, this story is getting lamer by the chapter. I apologize for that, but it may also just be me. If you liked it (or lumped it, as the case maybe) then hit that little button and gimme a review to tell me so (andyou know the drill: no swearing, please). another yawn, and eyelids droop further as typing slows.... Just two... more.... chapters.....By the way,does anyone recognize the song tidbits I used?