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A/n: Following the success of my last two chapters, I've decided to keep writing, so here is the next chapter! I've already written my fourth and have started my fifth, so I'll be typing 'em up and uploading them all tonight! Enjoy!

Chapter Three - 'A Redheaded Rant'

"A baby…" Mrs Weasley muttered under her breath for the fourth time that minute, ringing her hands as she did so. "A baby…"

Fred rolled his eyes, laughing a little at his mother's strange behaviour, and George grinned at his mother, who had now collapsed into a chair at the old oak kitchen table, her face white, with an expression of pure disbelief on her face.

Fred caught George's eye and could tell that they were thinking the same thing – She's had enough of them, you'd think she could cope by now?

"Calm down, Mum, it's only a baby! ((A/n: Sorry, couldn't And it's nine months away from now at any rate," Fred tried to console his mother in vain. "I mean it's not as if they're going to arrive any second now with a screaming two-year-old, is it?"

George shook his head and tapped the letter which was held in his clenched hand. "Not according to this. Fleur's only two months pregnant, mum…Bill said that they wanted to wait until they were sure…"

"Let me see that," Fred insisted, taking the letter from his twin. He scanned it through a couple of times before re-folding it, raising his eyebrows. "Merlin's Beard!" he exclaimed, "They want us to think of names for it, both boys' and girls' names! Who do they think we are…the Naming Committee or something?"

George snorted loudly. "Your joke just failed in two ways, Fred," he informed his brother. "One, there isn't any such thing as a 'Naming Committee', so the joke didn't work…and two, it wasn't even funny. Anyway, d'you think we'd better let Ginny know?"

Fred nodded, grinning, before opening his mouth and yelling as loudly as he could; "Ginevra Weasley! Please report to the kitchen immediately! Ginevra Wea-"

"-Okay, you can stop trying to deafen me, I'm here," came a cross voice and a small, slim figure with long, fire-red hair and a scowl appeared in the doorway. "And I've told you before, don't use that name – I hate it!"

"Aww…Gin…you know we're just teasing you," George replied with a short laugh. "Anyway, we thought you'd want to know that Bill and Fleur are having a baby!"

"Bit soon, isn't it?" Ginny replied with the air of one commenting on the weather. "You'd think they'd have heard of contraception-"

"-Ginny!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, rather shocked at her daughter's calm but surprising reaction.

"What, Mum?" came the casual reply as Ginny helped herself to a couple of chocolate biscuits and a glass of ice-cold milk before seating herself opposite her mother at the table. "I was only stating the facts-"

"-She's right, you know," Fred interrupted, winking at his younger sister, who glared back menacingly.

George, who had noticed the look, sighed wearily. "My dear Ginny," he started, trying not to sound patronising – and failing dismally.

"My dear George," Ginny responded, in the same tone of voice, deliberately trying to imitate – and irritate – her brother.

This time when George spoke, there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Okay, Gin, no need to be like that! I was just…I just wanted to know…why have you been so damned…strange…lately? You can't talk to us properly, you won't even look at us – what's going on?"

Ginny glowered angrily and tossed her hair back out of her face. "Fine," she retorted, "Fine. You want to know what's wrong? Well it's you. You are the ones who didn't even say hello properly when you came back – it was "Oh, hi Gin," and then you were off upstairs without another glance back – I didn't even get a hug or anything. And after that it was like, "Where's Ron? Charlie? Bill?" And you just kept going on and on and on about how they weren't there…and it was as if you didn't even notice or appreciate the fact that I'm here…but oh no, it doesn't matter, don't worry about little Ginny. I've had no support…I've lost-" She swallowed the name 'Harry', replacing it with 'Someone' before continuing, "And nobody's even bothered to ask if I want to talk about it or anything! So that's why I hate you," Ginny's cheeks were flushed and her cat-like green eyes flashed angrily. "So don't come to me acting all innocent, you low-down, horrible gits!"

And with that, Fred and George's younger sister slammed out of the kitchen, leaving the others sitting in a shocked silence at the table, too stunned for words.

A/n:

Raisa: Well, sorry about that…hope this clears some of it up for you! The next chapter's with Hermione, and the one after that is, of course, the lovely Draco Malfoy! Sorry about the cliffhanger…but I enjoy being evil! Mwahahaha!

Amichanfan12345: Well…I always was evil…it was just spending the time with you that brought it to the surface! Thanks for reading…and STOP GOING ON ABOUT THE RAPED MANDRAKE! ((Okay, I admit it, I rock, don't I? He He He!))