Ginny's P.O.V.

Ron chewed the green sweet for a moment, swallowed mightily and gave a small shudder.

He frowned for a moment… Then he shrugged, with a smug smile of on his face, turning to gloat at Fred and George.

But as his mouth moved avidly, nothing came out.

Ron's eyes widened and he clasped his throat. Now his lips were moving at an alarming pace as though he was shouting, but again he was totally silent.

Fred and George looked at each other in recognition.

'Oh, right.'

'That must have been one of our Silencing Sweets.'

'I forgot about those.' Ron was now mime yelling and looking absolutely furious.

Ginny, however, couldn't have been happier.

'Oh, great! You've finally got him to shut up! Thank you guys so much! How long does it last? I want to savour it,' she said excitedly.

Ron turned and started going off at her, but much to Ginny's pleasure, he was still totally silent.

Fred and George were now grinning.

'Well, we're not really sure.'

'Because it was one of our less stable products.'

'So we tended not to try them out ourselves because the time varies.'

Ron was now just going berserk, storming around the yard and pretty much throwing a fit. Ginny found it all too comical and when Harry approached them and looked at Ron like he was mental, she couldn't help but laugh a little.

Harry turned to her and though his expression was still unsure, Ginny could see a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

'So who's going to tell me what's going on?' he asked.

'Um, the sweet that Fred and George had; it was a Silencing Sweet,' explained Ginny. 'Wherever did you find it?'

Fred and George shrugged.

'We were cleaning out some boxes.'

'When we came across it.'

'And of course we were unsure about trying it.'

'So this was the perfect opportunity to use it.'

'Well, I say it is the most brilliant product you have ever produced,' said Ginny, her gaze returning to her irate brother.

After he had finished his small fit, he returned to where Fred, George, Ginny and Harry were all staring amusedly at him.

Ron glared them all down and crossed his arms over his chest.

'Oh, is our Ickle Ronniekins a little angry?' asked Fred.

'We didn't mean to make you so mad, little brother,' said George.

'But hopefully it'll wear off soon,' shrugged Fred.

'And by soon I hope they mean never,' muttered Ginny and Harry stifled a small snigger in his hand. Ron glared at both of them, but neither Ginny nor Harry was unsettled.

'How about we go inside again. I'm sure mum has something to eat for us,' said Ginny.

Suddenly Fred and George looked worried.

'Um… I think we're going to stay out here for a while,' said George.

'At least until Ron's… condition wears off,' added Fred.

Realisation crossed Ginny's face.

'You're scared mum will be angry, aren't you?' she asked, smirking a little.

'Hey, you're not innocent either!' cried Fred.

'Yeah, you agreed to make the losing team eat it in the first place,' reasoned George.

'Yes, but I wasn't the one who produced it. And besides, I never truly get into too much trouble. Mum knows I'm just too innocent to go along willingly with your schemes,' replied Ginny, smiling angelically.

Harry snorted to her right and Ginny turned to him.

'Sly,' he laughed.

'Hey, it's all about the angle,' she shrugged.

'Surely she doesn't really believe you're innocent,' Harry laughed.

'Actually… she rather does.'

'You're not innocent, Gin.'

'Is that so? Well I'm sure you're not the perfect little boy, either,' said Ginny.

'I never said I was,' said Harry in a dignified voice.

'You can't speak of innocence, Harry. Do you even know who you are?' asked Ginny.

'Yeah, I'm Harry Potter, the poor little orphan who is as innocent as the day,' said Harry in a mock peaceful voice.

Ginny laughed.

'Yeah good one,' she said.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her.

'Oh, so you weren't joking?' She played taken aback. 'Oh, well then shall we take a trip down memory lane?

'First year, you entered that room on the first floor where the Philosopher's Stone was hidden, which was meant to be out-of-bounds.

'Second year, you brewed Polyjuice Potion, after having stolen ingredients from Snape's private out-of-bounds store.

'Third year, you ventured into Hogsmeade without a permission slip while using a magic map that had been confiscated, not to mention you let loose a mass murderer and a rabid Hippogriff. Would you like to hear more? Or are you going to tell me that the rules don't apply to the Great Harry Potter?' she prattled on whilst Fred, George and Ron were looking at Harry and Ginny as though they were some kind of fantastic source of entertainment.

Harry looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

'How do you know all of that?' he asked lowly.

Ginny's eyes flashed.

Oh… whoops.

Of course Ginny only knew this all because she had practically begged it all out of Hermione, needing to know everything Harry had been up to…

But she couldn't tell him that.

'I talk to Hermione. How do you think I know all of that?' she asked fiercely.

Harry looked at her a little disbelievingly, before the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.

'Of course,' he said, but Ginny knew he didn't believe her, 'and you're right. I have broken my fair share of rules.'

Ginny tried not to look directly into Harry's eyes and instead gave a tiny eye roll and turned to the avidly watching Fred, George and Ron.

'Come on. Let's just go inside,' she said before turning curtly and striding back towards the Burrow.