A/N: Okay! So I know I haven't been on this site, probably well over a year, but I decided I'm going to finish this story if it kills me. I had an immense writers block and then got swept up in school and other things, so I apologize to those who have been patiently waiting for the story's ending. Oh, and this chapter has the twist we have all been waiting for, so I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

After reminiscing of the past few minutes with Hermione, Ron got up and sought to the root of his problem. I knew exactly how he heard Hermione talking about some other boy. He figured it out at dinner. He was so proud of himself for figuring something out before Hermione, but so angry at the two boys who were behind this scheme. Ron scowled and called them up to his room, "FRED! GEORGE! GET UP HERE!"

With a pop, Fred and George appeared on Ron's bed, smirking with mischief. "Yes, Ronald," they chimed.

"Why would you do something like that to me? You always get me in trouble with Hermione, and I don't understand how you do it half the time, but I know you did. So tell me what's going on, before I tell mom that you have been brewing up that new hair dye, you know the one that looks normal, but when you put it on your hair falls off," Ron scowled.

"You wouldn't!" Fred exclaimed.

"Yes, I would!" Ron retorted.

"Why do you think we did something to you? How do you know Hermione's no lying?" George asked.

"Oh, come on you two! I know you did it; Hermione doesn't lie; besides she already told me that she never said that. Just tell me how you did it so we can all just get on with our lives."

"He's really upset, George!"

"Yeah, I guess we should show him our newest product."

"If we must," Fred sighed.

"This is supposed to be top secret, Ron, but because you have a little crush on Hermione we will admit that she never said that she was with another boy," George admitted.

"I knew it!" Ron yelled. "You guys have to screw everything up, don't you?"

"We needed to test our product!" Fred explained. He pulled a beetle-looking object, less that the size of a finger nail, out of his pocket and showed it to Ron.

"See this!" George said. "It's called the— what's it called Fred?"

"Well actually, we haven't given it a name yet, but that's beside the point."

"Well, how does it work?" Ron gazed at the mysterious object.

"You put it on someone's door and in our room is a microphone, it's this muggle thing dad found one time. Anyway, you talk into the microphone and the beetle receives the words you say, but using someone else's voice," George beamed.

"Yes, and we stuck it on Ginny's door before we went to go get Hermione. We thought we would program it to use our voices, so that Ginny and Hermione would think we were outside her door—"

"Yeah, Ginny hates it when we do that!"

"Oh," Ron said. "So you knew I'd be looking for Hermione and you knew I would eavesdrop if I heard them talking?"

"Exactly!" the twins chimed.

"You two are terrible! Brilliant, but terrible! So, she never said anything about a boy, it was you two the whole time. I could have gotten in so much trouble," Ron said.

"Well, we know that it works now. It should be on the shelves as soon as we think of a name," Fred explained.

"Ron, the only thing I have been wondering, is how you knew it was us?" George asked.

"Well, I'm not as stupid as you think I am. I figured it out t dinner, when you two wouldn't stop pestering me about Hermione and remembered this morning when you two were acting stranger than usual," Ron smiled, knowing for once his brothers must be impressed.

"Well, Ron, we definitely underestimated you," Fred announced.

"Well, at least we know he has some of our wit, Fred."

"That's true. Well, Ronnikins, we are off to sneak some more pudding from the fridge."

With that the twins popped out of Ron's room. Ron ran down the stairs to Ginny's room and knocked on the door. He couldn't wait to tell Hermione his discovery.

Ginny opened the door just enough so that Ron could see only her.

"Yes?" she said.

"I need to talk to Hermione," Ron said trying to catch a glimpse of her over Ginny's head.

"Maybe she doesn't need to talk to you," Ginny said, but Hermione stopped her.

"Yes, Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Could you just come with me for a little while, I need to tell you something."

"Of course Ron," Hermione smirked.

Ron allowed Hermione to go up the stairs in front of him. As they reached the top of the stairs and entered Ron's room, Ron began to slowly tell Hermione what Fred and George had done.

Hermione scowled, "Of course it was them! You know, Ron, they are terrible! The next time I see them, they will be in for it."

"Your not going to hurt them, are you?" Ron asked, afraid of what Fred and George could do to her.

"No, but I will have to explain to them how immature they are!" Hermione answered.

Ron laughed; he loved how Hermione took control of situations.

"What's so funny?" Hermione asked sitting down on the bed next to Ron.

"Nothing, it's just—it's just nothing," he replied.

"Tell me," Hermione said pulling in closer to him.

"You know, you're beautiful," Ron said, before he could stop himself. As soon as what had said sunk in, he began to get up, but Hermione held his hand to keep him seated.

"Do you rally think so?" Hermione asked.

"Well, yes," Ron sighed. The truth was out; his feelings for Hermione were known to the world now.

Hermione was silent and Ron thought he has made a huge mistake, but then she smiled and leaned towards him.

"I have been hoping you would say that all day."

The End

A/N: So there you have it, my first complete fanfiction. Next, time I will try to write the whole thing, before I post the first chapter, so no one will have to endure the torment of suspense. Thank you for reading and review!