AN: Well done if you guessed it right - you find out in this chapter.

"Ginevra Weasley! Get your backside out here this minute!"

Harry rarely shouted. So this had to be something major. It was worrying, though, that he was only yelling at her. Reluctantly, she turned the shower off, and wrapped a large, fluffy towel around herself, before nervously poking her head out of the bathroom door.

"Yes, Harry? What can I do for you?"

Damn, the sweet voice hadn't worked. This was very bad indeed.

"What, exactly, might this be?" Harry's voice was quiet now, in the incredibly dangerous manner that meant he was ready to kill you. That voice usually meant it was time to run. It took a few moments for her to realise exactly what was being waved under her nose. Then Harry turned around.

She sniggered. She just couldn't help it.

"That, Harry, is Fred and George's latest invention! It was meant for Ron, well, aren't they all, really…"

Her explanation tailed off. Harry didn't look remotely amused with his enormous pink wings. It was partly his fault he'd ended up with them though – he was the one stupid enough to eat biscuits in the same house as the twins. (The fact that she'd been the one to mix them in with the rest of the biscuits had absolutely nothing to do with it, of course.)

"Oh, fine. I'll fix it."

Ginny waved her wand and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "hocus pocus gobbledegook." Which, knowing the twins, probably was the reversal spell.

"Thank you. Remind me never to eat anything left out in the kitchen again. Now, you can explain why Luna's bouncing around, announcing your engagement to the whole world."

Luna was going to pay for this. Big time. She hadn't even managed to give Draco her answer yet, never mind prepared herself to announce it to her friends and family. Some people (namely Ron) probably wouldn't be happy, but it was time he grew up a bit.

"Give me five minutes, Harry, and I'll come and sort her out."

Before he could reply, she'd retreated into the bathroom and slammed the door.

True to her word, she was out five minutes later, Luna was silenced and made to sit down, and she'd called everyone together.

"Firstly, Luna, I'm not engaged because I haven't said anything to Draco yet. And you shouldn't have been reading private letters. Secondly, everyone, yes I will be accepting his proposal. Does anyone, except Ron, have any problems with this?"

Ron, predictably, grew bright red in the face and started to say something. Angelina Johnson, Fred's fiancée, casually flicked her wand in his direction, which promptly shut him up.

"Nice one, Angie. That's the first time anyone's ever made ikkle Ronniekins be quiet," Fred grinned.

Angelina smiled warmly at Ginny.

"Congratulations, honey. I'm sure the two of you will be very happy together."

Ron just gaped, open-mouthed.

AN: It's not quite finished yet - Luna still has to be dealt with. Ginny's plotting.