I do believe I have a LOT of apologising to do.

I checked the last time I updated, which was over a year ago. I am so sorry for keeping you all waiting for chapter five.

At Christmas, I got my own pc, so I transferred all my documents from the laptop to my new pc. However, chapter four of Getting Ron Back was lost, so I wrote a new chapter, THIS ONE HERE, seeing as I couldn't remember what happened in the original chapter four. Then, when I go to post this chapter on fanfiction, I noticed that there already was a chapter four, so this chapter had to be modified a bit to fit in with what happened in chapter four. This rant might have confused you, if so, I'm sorry.

I also noticed that my chapters are short. I know a lot of authors and readers on here like long chapters, so I am trying to increase the size of my chapters. If I'm writing and I find a specific place in the story where I feel it would be good to start a new chapter, I'll stop.

New chapters for ALL my stories are going to be a bit thin on the ground for a while, I'm entering my last year in senior school on Tuesday, so there's going to be a lot of hard work to pass my GCSEs; and with coursework and homework and studying to be done, there won't be enough time for me to update you all. I'm sorry again. However, don't give me up as a lost cause, I will deliever.

Now, on with the chapter…

Disclaimer: I am unfortunately NOT J.K Rowling. But I do own the storyline.

Chapter Four

The morning after my embarrassment at the breakfast table, I was woken up by George blowing on my face.

"Get up, you ugly thing."

I looked at him through squinted eyes. The light in my dormitory blinded me.

"That's a contradiction, dear bro," I smirked.

"Fuck. I can't dub myself out anymore, can I?" George laughed. "Anywhom, I have a question for you, Monsieur Weasley."

I sat up straight. The light shining through my hair made it more orange. I made a gun out of my fingers and pointed it at my twin. "Shoot."

"Why were you so late coming up to bed the other night?"

"Hermione and I were studying."

"Studying, eh? Is that what they call it now?"

I gave George 'a look'. "We were honestly studying."

George raised an eyebrow at me. "Okay, whatever. I believe you." He said with an obvious note of sarcasm in his voice.

"Trust me," I said, looking my twin in the eye.

"I know you well, Fred. We're the same, remember?"

'It's hard not to forget it!' I thought.

"And besides, whenever you lie, my dear twin, you raise your eyebrows. So spill: what happened last night?"

"Nothing," I said, and frowned.

"Okay, are you getting pissed with me or are you attempting to look like you're not lying?"

I raised my eyebrows slightly in shock. "Um, both."

George jumped into a cross-legged seated position on my bed. "Do tell, dear brother."

"Nope," I said as I crossed my arms and looked away.

"Fine," George said as he dismounted the bed. "I'll just go and ask Hermione then. She's an honest person. She'll tell me." He began to walk towards the door. He opened it and called in a sing-song voice. "Oh, HERMIONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HERMIONE MY DAHLING!"

I quickly leapt out of the bed and slammed the door shut. George's fingers got caught in between the door and the frame.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OW!" He sucked his sore fingers, then looked at me with a smirk on his face. "Guilty conscience, eh? Come on, tell Uncle Georgie. What have you been doing with Ronnikins' girlfriend?"

'Uh oh. Busted.'

As I said at the beginning of this chapter, I'm sorry for the wait. I'm also sorry because this chapter is another short one, but I do have a lot of writers block. You will be in for a wait for the next chapter of Getting Ron Back, I'm sorry to say. But schoolwork does come over writing, and if I do well in school, I might be writing for a living one day.

Keep checking for updates, and most of all, KEEP READING!

Emopygmepuff.