A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. Between writers block and life itself, I haven't had a lot of time to write this. But here it is! And one more thing: If you really like this story, I promise I won't leave you hanging. I know what it's like, so I'm going to make sure that this gets finished. You just have to keep reviewing so I know that it's being enjoyed, ok?

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't own anything.

By: AntiSocialOne

Chapter 3: Letters and Invitations

Ron woke up the next morning feeling a little bit better about the whole Hermione situation.. As he got out of bed and headed downstairs for breakfast, he noticed that he felt a little bit...relieved. Once he got these feelings sorted out, he would find that he didn't really like Hermione that way and that his hormones were just playing tricks on him. She was, after all, one of the only girls that he talked to.

I should really stop lying to myself.

He stopped abruptly. What was he thinking? He talked to plenty of girls. The truth was, none of them even came close to making him feel the way Hermione made him feel. Suddenly, he had a feeling that sorting this out wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it would be.

He started walking again and found his way into the kitchen. His mother was busy fixing breakfast, as she usually was at this time, and he noticed (with somewhat of a grimace) that his sister was writing something at the table. The twins were also sitting at the table, and he also noticed that they seemed to perk up when they saw him walk in.

"Well good morning dear brother! Sleep well?" Fred asked in an all too cheery voice.

"I slept just fine, thank you very much."

"Smashing!"

Molly sat down a plate for Ron and left the kitchen to tend to another room. Ron sat down next to his sister and looked over at what she was writing. As much as he hated to admit it, he liked the relationship he had with Ginny. They would fight, it would be forgotten, and it never affected the way they treated each other. A little bit of fighting was healthy in a brother/sister relationship, and he considered their relationship pretty damn healthy. And it wasn't like he didn't love her...he just liked bugging her.

He looked at the top of the parchment, and he saw that it read "Dear Angelina". His eyes went to Fred, who was munching happily on a biscuit, and then back to Ginny's writing. Oh, this was just too perfect. He again averted his eyes to Fred and smirked. Fred, who didn't notice his brother's eyes at first, soon felt them peering at him and he looked back.

"What are you staring at?" Fred asked suspiciously.

"Can't I admire my older brother without any questions?" Ron shot back with a deeper smirk.

"This sounds a little too familiar."

That was when Fred's eyes shot to Ginny.

"What are you writing you little twerp?"

Ginny looked up with innocent eyes. "I'm writing to a friend. Is that alright with you?"

"Does that friend happen to be Angelina?"

"...maybe."

"ARGH!" Fred screeched right before he grabbed the parchment away from Ginny. He started to walk toward the fireplace to throw it in, but then he felt something relatively heavy jump on his back.

"GIVE IT BACK, YOU MORON!" Ginny screamed in his ear. Fred threw her off his back and proceeded to scream back.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Fred yelled down to the girl lying on the floor before him.

Ginny quickly stood up. "I'm inviting Angelina over. What's the problem?"

Ron could hardly contain his laughter. This was just too perfect!

Fred noticed the laughter from both his younger brother and his twin and shot them a look that simply said "shut the fuck up". This didn't affect them however, so he went back to questioning his sister.

"What's the problem? The problem is...maybe...I don't want her here."

"Oh that's nonsense. You miss her and you know it! It won't kill you to have her here."

"Yeah, Fred." George said, speaking up for the first time in this argument. "Why, while you were sleeping last night-"

Fred blushed and quickly caught onto what his twin was getting ready to reveal. He picked up Ron's biscuit and chucked it at George's head.

"Well, that was a little rude." George said curtly.

"Aw, what's the matter Fred? Can't take the heat?" Ron said. Fred looked at him and noticed that he still had that annoying smirk on his face.

Fred was outraged. It was then, mum, I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to kill my siblings in cold blood.

"Fine. Invite her. See if I care." Fred grumbled as he walked out of the kitchen.

Ginny picked up the crumpled piece of parchment. "Well, I'm glad he agreed." She looked at her remaining two brothers with an innocent smile. "I already sent the letter yesterday, so It wasn't like he had a choice."

Ron stood up and gave Ginny a pat on the head.

"I knew I liked you for some reason." He remarked before he went to take a shower.

Ginny shrugged and sat back down at the table. "Well, I guess this little matchmaking scheme is going pretty well so far."

George nodded. "You got the letters sent, but do you think Hermione and Angelina will both be able to come?"

"You just let me handle that. And with Harry coming soon, you and I will have more help with our matchmaking." Ginny said as she started eating Ron's leftover eggs. George sat back in his chair.

"Evil. Pure evil."

Meanwhile...

Hermione suddenly looked up from her book.

What was that tapping sound?

Looking over at her window, she noticed a small owl outside.

Pig?

She got up from her bed and let the poor owl inside. She gave it some popcorn from a bowl on the bed, and also a pat on the head. She noticed that the letter it was carrying was from Ginny. But, why Ginny? Quickly, she opened it and read it.

Hey Hermione! I was just writing to tell you about a plan that George and I are cooking up. We invited Angelina over for the next couple of weeks in an attempt to get her and Fred together. I thought you might enjoy seeing this, so we're inviting you, too. Write back soon!

Love,

Ginny

P.S. Ron misses you terribly.

Hermione started blushing. He misses her? Well, that's a good sign. And as for the Fred and Angelina thing...it was about time. Over the last couple of years, she had started talking to Angelina more and they were becoming good friends. She knew that Angelina really liked Fred. She really liked him. And one day when she and Ginny were snooping around at the Burrow, they had found Fred kissing a picture of Angelina.

And to keep their limbs in order, she and Ginny decided that Fred didn't need to find out about that.

So, it should be fun then. You get to see your friends get together, and you get to see Ron. That is what you want, right?

She sat back on her bed. Yes, that is what she wanted.

And somewhere else...

"Angelina! You have mail!"

Angelina came bounding around the corner and grabbed the letter out of her mother's hand. "Thanks, mum!"

Running to her room, she quickly glanced down at the letter and found that it was from Ginny. She smiled- after all, she was pretty sure she knew what this was about.

With a flick of her wand, she closed her bedroom door and locked it. She jumped on her bed and quickly opened the letter.

Hey Angelina! Everything is in order. George and I sent Hermione a letter, and I'm pretty sure she's going to be able to come. You have to come over, too! It'll be so much fun!

Love,

Ginny

P.S. Fred really misses you.

Angelina blushed furiously. Did he miss her? Really? She really hoped that he did. She hoped he was suffering, too. Fred was the first bloke that had actually taken over her mind. She couldn't help but think about his flaming red hair...tall, built physique...gorgeous eyes...tight bu - okay, that was enough. She shook her head and went back to her first train of thought. She was not the kind of girl to fantasize about guys like that.

And boy did she fantasize about him.

"I might just have to go to the Burrow," She said out loud. "After all, seeing Ron and Hermione get set up would be worth it all."

And seeing a certain Fred Weasley might not be so bad, either.