A/N: Hey everyone! Lucy here, updating for the first time in…about a month or two. Sorry for the delay, really. But you know how school is. rolls eyes Anyway, here it is, the long awaited chapter. OH and thank you to everyone who reviewed!

Ginny's POV:

Ginny inhaled sharply, one hand pinching her nose and the other clutching the legendary baguette. She had been lurking in the shadows of the basement for over half an hour and the stench of unwashed socks was beginning to affect her, but still, our heroine suffered. The youngest red-head simply refused to be beaten, even if her opponent was a six-foot long snake, christened under the name of 'Elizabeth III'. A ridiculous name, even for the pet of Fred and George and in Ginny's opinion they had stepped over the thin line that divided 'sanity' and 'insanity'. The snake in question was rather peculiar itself. Not only was it a boa constrictor, which most definitely weren't the most popular pet, but it's eyes seemed to change colour when it was in different moods. Her mother had done nothing but complain about what the neighbours would think but Ginny thanked her lucky stars.

She took another deep breath and held it, whilst reaching slowly into her pocket and smiling in satisfactory as her fingers wrapped themselves around a small, soft object.

"Lizzie…Lizzie!" Ginny coaxed, wafting the fairy cake temptingly through the air and letting out a high-pitched whistle. The whistle echoed around the room and a floorboard creaked at the opposite end of the room.

"YAH!" Ginny screamed, jumping into the clearing and, armed with her baguette, set about hitting everything within reach. Two yells of protest could be heard and Ginny let out a shout of surprise. SHE DIDN'T KNOW THE SNAKE COULD TALK! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL HER THESE THINGS! Ginny stumbled backwards and promptly knocked over a wine barrel, toppling head first into yet another laundry basket. The wine barrel shot off towards the clearing. Thank god, Ginny thought, it should crush it and then we'll be rid of this mess, so maybe Fred and George would be in a bit of a mood with her for murdering their pet, but it had been an accident.

"GINNY!" Two identical voices shouted in rage. Ginny dropped her bread in surprise. She knew those voices. Carefully, picking up her baguette, she crept back over to the opposite side of the room and peered out over the top of the laundry basket. What she saw was two extremely angry older brothers, with faces the shade of their hair and drenched in wine, which was leaking from the broken wine barrel.

"And WHAT exactly do the two of you think you're doing!" Ginny barked, snapping back into professional mode, "There will be no lying down on the job whilst I'm incharge!"

"But—"

"Where is Lizzie?" Ginny asked mockingly, pretending to glance over Fred's shoulder. She let out a small gasp and shook her head, "OH that's right! NOW I remember! She's gone! And because you two twits were too stupid to lock her cage or even your bedroom door! You know, it wasn't a mere coincidence that mum just happened to hire a man to drill a lock into your door, the day that your new pet was supposed to be delivered!"

"We didn't—"

"What? Didn't mean to! Well, it's a bit late for that, isn't it! Look…just find the snake…wait…WHAT were you doing down here in the first place? I assigned you on patrol on the 3rd floor!"

Fred's POV:

Fred exchanged a smug look with his brother and smiled at Ginny. They'd been waiting for her to ask that question and that she had, they had the chance to ask her about their proposition. Fred sauntered over to Ginny, snaking his arm around her shoulders and placing his free hand on his heart,

"Dearest sister…" Fred began, "You won't believe what your two wonderful brothers have just gone and done."

Ginny, who up until then had been busying herself inspecting her nails, snapped her head up to glare at Fred, "It had better not be anything bad!" She warned, waving the baguette menacingly under his nose. Fred gulped and made a signal for George to continue, his gaze fixed wearily on the French bread.

"What Fred means is…your favourite brothers have managed to get time off work and are inviting you around during the holidays to spend the week with them at—"

"Bill's coming?" Ginny gasped in disbelief, her eyes widening in pleasant surprise. Her face split into a grin and she turned to the twins, "Did he say where he was taking me? Tell me, tell me, TELL ME!"

"Ginny!" Fred exclaimed loudly, over her pleas, "I am deeply offended that you don't consider us your favourite brothers!"

"Excuse me?" Ginny asked, pausing in mid-jump.

"WE are the ones who got time off work and are inviting you round for the week to stay at the joke shop!" George replied angrily.

"Oh…" Ginny said vaguely, rapidly losing interest. She sighed heavily, shaking her head and sending her crimson curls flying. "What a shame…I mean, OF COURSE! I'll think about it, but I think it's a bit too early to be planning for the holidays and maybe we should concentrate on the matter at hand."

And with that Ginny turned on her heel and stomped out of the basement, leaving her twin brothers staring after her in disbelief.

I hope you enjoyed it. Next week (I WILL update next week even if I have to tie myself to the computer chair!) I will switch POVs between Hermione and Ginny, as the Grangers enter the Burrow for the first time! (Well, the parents anyway.)

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