Fred and Hermione giggled over breakfast in the common room, completely unaware that 'Ron the Ravager' (as he had dubbed himself on the way over) was close to their safe-haven.

Ginny had summoned harry's broom and was flying at top speed, he had also lent her his invisibility cloak (which fit her quite nicely), and she felt like a super-hero.

Ron felt a strange gust of wind pass him as he was about to enter the common room. Ginny tried to suppress the cackle that was building up in her throat as she grabbed Fred with one hand and Hermione with the other, she flew up the girls' dorm stairs, and hit the wall laughing manically.

Ron walked into the common room, hearing an echo of laughter. A shiver went down his spine, he could've sworn it was Ginny's crazy, daunting laughter, but she was eating breakfast, so he poked around for a while before finally going to look for Hermione elsewhere.

X

Fred and Hermione tugged the cloak off of Ginny, who's foot was sticking out and twitching as she laughed. Hermione waited patiently for Ginny to stop her hysterics, while Fred started to crack up right along with his little sister, not sure why, but making the best of it none-the-less. When the storm of laughter had ceased , Hermione smiled and looked at Ginny expectantly

"well? Is there a reason for all this?" Hermione asked, Ginny giggled and replied:

"Ron was on his way to bash in the head of whoever he had decided Hermione must be going to the dance with... I was just trying to keep you both out of harm's way." Hermione rolled her eyes

"and you couldn't think of any other way to warn us? what about an owl or something? Do you always have to be quite so creative?" Ginny looked at Hermione solemnly, Nodded her head once and said

"yes." before bursting into a fit of giggles. Fred started to laugh again before his head snapped up and he gaped at Ginny

"you figured out how to get into the girls dorm, I mean, get guys into the girls' dorm! George and I have been trying to do that forever! I mean, we thought of brooms, but those pesky prefects are always about...and someone's always in the common room...and other stuff, but we never thought to use the invisibility cloak! Not that Harry would let us if he knew what we were planning but wow! Little sis! You've outdone us! All hail the new Weasley menace! Wait'll I tell George! He'll flip his shit that one will! " Fred kept going on like this for a while, finally stopping to breathe, and the first bell rung. Ginny stowed the broom and cloak in a chest at the foot of her bed, padlocked it, and ran to join harry in her first class.

X

As Ginny walked into advanced DADA, she felt someone's gaze upon the back of her neck, she took her seat next to Harry and turned slightly to see who was looking at her so intently. It was Malfoy, as usual. She had noticed him looking at her on several occasions, it was beginning to make her uncomfortable. She focused back on the lesson and smiled at Harry brightly. He returned the smile and turned to face the teacher as he began to talk.

Two hours later, George, harry, Fred, and Hermione were hunting for Ron in the study hall. Hermione, had agreed to be the bate. She, along with Seamus (who they had coerced into staying with her via a small sum of chocolate frogs), sat calmly next to each other while Seamus whispered 'sweet nothings' into Hermione's ear. Harry hid behind a book case, George hid behind one across the aisle from him, Ginny hid crouched at the 'happy couple's' feet, and Fred stood ready at the door, waiting for Ron. They were all equipped with giant butterfly nets that oozed slightly because George had transfigured them from squid...quite badly. As they waited, Ron was doing his first sweep of the castle that lunch, and he was having no luck. He walked stealthily towards the study hall, nostrils flaring as he finally caught a whiff of her shampoo in the air. His head snapped to attention, he picked up his pace, and opened the great study hall doors. Low and behold, there sat Hermione, giggling as Seamus blew softly in her ear. Fred, preoccupied with his own jealousy and frustration, neglected to notice Ron sneaking past him, whispering

"my precious" softly...and drooling.

"I got him!" yelled Fred as Ron came into his field of vision, he lunged forward to capture the crazy fiend. But Fred slipped in a pile of the butterfly net's ooze and landed flat on his face, the slippery net flew out of his hands and landed on his head, immediately constricting around his upper body as it was designed to.

"BLAAAGARGH!" George yelled as he perfectly executed a flying spin-tackle and captured Ron as he ran away from Fred.

Hermione fell off her chair laughing as everyone in the hall turned towards the two weasley brothers caught in giant oozing butterfly nets, another yet laughing maniacally in a puddle of bluish slime, and Ginny and Hermione rolling on the floor hysterically. Harry walked out from behind his bookshelf and stifled a giggle as he helped Ginny off the ground. George pulled himself together and stood up, marching Ron out of the study hall with a flourish. Hermione hit Seamus on the arm lightly and marched over to Fred, who was still trying to get out of his tight, oozing mess. Hermione zapped the net and it dissipated in a puff of steam. She hauled him to his feat and he dusted himself off. The gang marched Ron into the room of requirement and tied him to a chair before zapping the still oozing net away. Hermione sat on a purple sofa in front of him. Fred sat next to her.

"Ron," she started as Ron struggled to reclaim his breath.

"I have never wanted anything romantic to do with you, nor will I ever. We are going to keep you here, in the room of requirement, until you reclaim your sanity. Yes, I am going out with your brother-"

"which one!" Ron cried

"-Fred, but that does not mean I value your friendship at all and at doesn't mean that I want to spend any time with you. Leave me alone, creepy little red-head. At least until you stop calling me your precious. Goodbye."

"But-" Ron squeaked

"I said good bye!" Hermione shouted, pulling a chocolate cake out of a slot in the wall and smearing it all over his head and in his mouth, ears, and nostrils. Ron began to cry, a brown bubble of snot rose from his nose and popped.

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