Ron lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had absolutely nothing to do. He'd done everything he could think of, he'd even helped his mom clean out the gnomes in the garden. That had been way fun, he thought sarcastically. He just wanted something to happen. He was sick of cleaning, because that is what he'd taken to doing when there was nothing else to do. He'd tried bonding with Ginny, but she didn't really want to talk, and no way was he going to try to talk to Fred and George.
Ron sat up. "Wait a minute." He said to himself, "Where are they? They didn't have to work today…" He got up and went downstairs.
"Mum where are Fred and George?" he asked his mother, who was busy cleaning the kitchen.
"Oh, they're off doing something…" Mrs. Weasley muttered, not looking at Ron.
"Like what? Why couldn't I have gone with them?" Ron said, moaning and sinking into a chair.
"Because, sweetheart, it was for the order… sort of." She replied.
"Sort of?" asked Ron.
"Not entirely…" she said, somewhat distractedly.
"Mum!" said Ron indignantly.
"They went to deliver something, they will be back soon. Can you relax please?" Mrs. Weasley snapped. Ron took a step back. Mrs. Weasley looked around and saw his look of surprise. "Oh Ron, I'm so sorry. I'm just so stressed out, I've got to get this place clean before we leave…"
"We're leaving?" said Ron, his heart leaping. "Even me?
Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Yes, you too. Everyone is going to be there. We leave in an hour, so go get your stuff packed."
Ron let out a joyful whoop and raced up the stairs, nearly knocking Ginny over.
"What's the rush?" she said.
"We're leaving, we're leaving," he sang.
"Where are we going?" she asked excitedly.
"Dunno…" said Ron, thinking. "MUM!" he shouted down the stairs. "WHERE ARE WE GOING?"
"GRIMMAULD PLACE!" Mrs. Weasley called.
"There you go." Said Ron, smiling at Ginny, and he ran up to his room to get packed.
(I decided to give you this mid-week since it's so short. But you get a long one on Sunday.)