Ginny couldn't believe the amount of bad luck that seemed to have fallen upon the Weasley family...every time the sun seemed to come out, the curse would re-appear and dash their hopes. It usually happened on special occasions. First the pond incident with the Lovegoods, then the headless chicken catastrophy with Harry and finally thisd. The snake escape. Ginny sighed heavily, wondering why she couldn't have just been born into a nice normal family, where she had sisters instead of brothers and where they could all have a nice quiet sunday dinner with out something exploding or someone losing their temper. Mrs Weasley let out a sort-of strangled cry, tightening her grip on her struggling sons.

"What are we going to do!" Ron moaned, abandoning all attempts to improve his appearance and throwing his tie down on the table. Ginny rolled her eyes, her brother was so dim.

"What do you think!" She replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Maybe we should turn up the music and get the party started? RON YOU IDIOT! WE HAVE TO FIND THAT SNAKE! Right, mum? Mum?"

Mrs Weasley had taken refuge under the table, where she was crouched on her knees, clutching onto a bagette, murmuring under her breath. All though Ginny couldn't hear every word, she got the gist of what her mother was saying. Why me? Ginny couldn't say she blamed her. With six rowdy sons and only one daughter, she didn't know exactly how her mother coped. She'd have to take order. Putting her hands on her hips, Ginny began.

"Fred...George...Ron." Ginny addressed her brothers, nodding at each of them in turn and pacing the kitchen, "It is up to us to save this dinner. Now although the only people at fault are tweedle dee and tweedle dumb--" Ginny broke off to glare at her brothers, "--Ron and I are going to help in the mission, for with out me thigns will most certainly take a turn for the worst. Right! FRED! Escort mum upstairs, she'll only be a nuisance down here! GEORGE! Figure out how to work the oven, no, do NOT give me that look, you got us into this and you're going to get us out! RON! Stall the Grangers and I will look for the escapee."

And with Ginny turned on her heel and stalked out of the kitchen.

Ron watched his sister go in disbelief. Sometimes her resemblence to Mrs Weasley was uncanny. Shaking his head, he grabbed his tie, flung it around his neck and threw open the door.

"Good evening Mr and Mrs Granger." Ron exclaimed, bowing slightly to Mrs Granger and shaking Mr Weasleys hand. "Hermione!" Ron couldn't keep the eagerness out of this voice, as he enveloped his friend and current crush in a big hug. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Hermione's parents head for the door.

"NO! NO!" Ron cried, letting go of Hermione so suddenly that he threw her to the ground. Rushing over to the door, he leant against the frame, blocking entrance to the Grangers. Mr Granger raised his eye brows at Ron, who plastered a smile onto his face. "Err...I, well, you..."

Unluckily he was saved from answering, as his younger sister ran into the kitchen, screaming and beginning to attack the clothes basket with a baguette. Mrs Granger gave Ron a horrified look and clutched onto her husband, who was peering over Ron's shoulder at Ginny with a look that clearly said, 'This-family-has-created-a-whole-new-meaning-to-the-word-mad!'

"Don't worry about her," Ron reassured them, jerking his thumb in the direction of Ginny, "She...just, er, forgot...to take her medicene!"

Mr Granger raised a disbelieving eye brow at Ron, "Her medicene?"

"Err...yes! Her medicene! You see, when she was a baby, Ginny was dropped on her head and her skull kinda shattered into a million pieces--"

Ron watched as Hermione placed her head in her hands and groaned, whilst her father continued giving Ron a mock believing look. Suddenly feeling hot around the collar, Ron self-conciously loosened his tie and tried to remain calm, although he knew that he was only going to dig himself a deeper hole,

"--and she got some sort-of brain damage and now has to take medicene 5 times a day to re-grow the bones and to help her think straight!"

From behind her mother, Hermione was glaring furiously at him, mouthing soundlessly in disbelief. Ron inwardly groaned, he was so in for it. Why did he have to have a best friend who had wordly knowledge? His rubbish fibbing obviously hadn't helped either and seen as Hermione hated lying and mockery of anything medical, historical or that had been published in a book, he was doubly in trouble. What to do what to do...

AN: Sorry to leave you on a cliff hanger and I'm sorry the story hasn't progressed enough, but hey, I'm under a lot of pressure at the moment! Please R&R!