-Return Owl-

It was three in the afternoon, and Ron Weasley was taking a break, sitting in the back of his brother's joke shop.

He had just spent the last four hours selling boxes of Fred and George's Skiving Snackboxes to some younger Hogwarts students, all looking for ways to get out of the upcoming school year and it's long and sometimes boring classes. Ron had spent his entire summer so far working for Fred and George, it was a great way for him to make some money and also spend some time with his brothers that he rarely seen.

Of course working in a joke shop was not as easy as it first seemed.

There was lots of heavy lifting to be done. All of the many boxes that stored the ingredients to the magical candies had to be removed off of a truck and into the basement of the store, a task that Ron chose to do by himself in an attempt to work on his muscles.

Fred and George first laughed at Ron when he told him his reasoning for not using magic, but after seeing the results of three weeks of manual labor, his brothers had nothing more to say than "Not there Ron! You can't be placing fifty pounds of Doxy droppings over a box of powder Dragon liver, if one mixes with the other, it could cause an explosion!"

Ron had to admit that he had never expected his brothers to be so serious over something, but this time their determination was paying off – big too! Fred and George no longer lived at the Burrow; they bought the flat over their joke shop so they could spend late hours creating more things to sell to innocent children.

They were also able to pay Ron a considerable amount for his work, which was great for Ron, for he had been hoping to buy a new broom and a few other items.

Ron was leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling of the shop when in flew his owl, Pigwidgeon with a note attached to his leg. Ron sat up in his chair and waited for the owl to sit down on his lap so he could untie the letter.

His fingers were trembling as he unfolded the note, hoping beyond hope that Hermione hadn't told him off. As he read the letter, he felt his ears go red and his heart starting to speed up.

"What are you grinning about?" asked George as he entered the backroom, holding an empty box of Ton-Tongue Toffees. He looked down from Ron's smiling face and to the note in his hand, and then nodded in understanding, "I hope you're planning to tell her you love her this time around. Fred and I were starting to worry that you may never do it." He walked over to the opposite wall, opened a sealed jar, and grabbed some more brightly wrapped toffees. He placed the toffees into the box, paused and then turned to Ron with a curious expression. "Did Mum tell you yet?"

"Tell me what?" Ron asked curiously.

"Well, since Fred and I aren't living at home anymore, Mum and Dad decided that it was about time you stopped living underneath the ghoul. So for the last week, they've been revamping our old room to give to you. Of course the walls aren't orange, but I think you can live without your Chudley Cannons now that they've lost every game played last season." George smiled and then added, "I thought maybe you knew, and that's why you invited Hermione over. You know, to get some one-on-one action in your new room."

George winked as Ron's eyes grew to the size of saucers. His face turned crimson in embarrassment and he opened his mouth to lie and say that the idea of him and Hermione making out had never, ever crossed his mind, but George had already left the room.