Though Harry and Ginny promised to keep Ron and Hermione's engagement a secret, it didn't take long for George to find out. Ginny needed broom equipment, and was shopping in Diagon Alley. Of course, she had to stop into the joke shop for a bit to say hello. Ron was starting work at the ministry, and scarcely ever worked in the shop anymore. Of course, it was now thriving and they had many other employees.

"It's my little sister!" George yelled out from across the shop as she opened the door. Tired of carrying around her purchases, she sighed and put them down behind the desk and walked over to her brother, giving him a hug.

"George!"

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Oh, I just needed some stuff for my broom, and some new gloves. The usual..." she rolled her eyes.

"I like that you're a Quidditch player, because you're always in Diagon Alley. Anyway, how's Harry? Is he treating you ok?" George made a sterm face.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh, he's terrible. He already started beating me!" George cracked a smile.

"Alright, alright, I'll trust your judgement. But I'm your big brother. It's my job to check up on you; Fred would want nothing less. But on the subject of news," his interest really seemed peaked now, "What's going on between Ron and Hermione? they're all giggly and obnoxious and won't tell me anything! Normally I wouldn't care-"

"That's a lie!" Ginny scoffed, but George just ignored her and continued.

"And Ron's definitely told Harry, and he's definitely told you. Tell me."

"Did you expect me to come in today? Or were you just waiting patiently for the chance to grill me for information?"

"Not patiently. I was going to floo to your house this afternoon if you didn't stop in today. But go on. Angelina's been wondering, too. For her sake, tell me!"

She looked away. "I'm not really supposed to say..." she hedged.

George scoffed again. "Yeah, and Fred and I weren't supposed to open this joke shop, but look how well it's doing!" He made a gesture to his flourishing business, then another to one of his purple-clad employees to keep an eye on the customers.

"It's not the same thing. They told me not to tell anyone yet-"

"Yet? So you can tell me later? Then what's the difference?"

Ginny shifted from foot to foot, wanting to tell him. But then her conscience came back. She looked him straight in the eye. "No. They trusted me with the information, and they'll tell you when it's time."

"You mean they trusted Harry with the information, and he told you? I know that if they told you, they'd tell mom and dad, and then me. Harry already spilled. The secret's already out."

"That's not what I said!"

"No, but you basically did. You can just blame it on Harry. Tell me!"

"No! It's their secret! They have to tell you eventually- it'll become obvious in a few months."

George took a step back, mouth open. "Hermione's pregnant, isn't she?"

"No!" Ginny said. "Stop jumping to conclusions."

"I can't. You're not giving me any information. But thank god... I didn't need those mental pictures... A baby that looks like Ron? Ugh."

"Stop it!" Ginny defended.

"So if that's not it, then what could it be...? Ah!" His eyes grew round, and then a satisfied look came onto his face. "They're engaged."

Ginny looked a bit horrified, knowing that she'd led him to this conclusion. "No. No, they're not-"

"Yes, yes they are!" He laughed out loud and clapped his hands once. "Thanks so much sis." He hugged her and kissed her on the cheek before turning around, and calling over his shoulder: "See you Sunday at mum and dad's! I'm sure they're going to want to have us over after they hear the news!"

"Oh, no you don't!" She ran after him. "Don't you dare tell them that I told you-"

"I already said, I'm blaming it on Harry!"

"No!" she yelled, exasperated, but George had already apparated out of the shop.