Harry looked into the mirror last time. It was no use trying to make his hair lie flat. It was naturally messy. "Okay, fine." He grabbed his money bag and followed Ron out of the boy's dormitory.
In the Common Room were Hermione and Ginny waiting for them. Hermione had her hair up in a ponytail and she was wearing a blue, fuzzy jacket. Ginny had her hair in a half bun (the bun was twisted in an elaborate sort of way) and was wearing a pink shirt that said "THE WEIRD SISTERS". Harry couldn't gather up the courage to talk to Ginny.
Ron, on the other hand, went straight up to Hermione. "You look lovely today."
Hermione grinned. "Why thank you, Ronald." They linked arms and walked out of the Common Room, followed by Ginny and Harry, dead silent.
"So," said Ginny, breaking the silence.
Harry jerked his head to look at Ginny.
"Quidditch still on today?" she grinned.
"Of course," Harry replied, "I can't wait."
"Me neither," said Ginny. She smiled good-naturally. It made Harry's arm hairs stand on end.
The four of them entered Hogsmeade; Harry nearly got run over by a gang of trolls in glasses. Ginny helped him to his feet again, giggling.
"Some people can be so rude," Hermione complained, glaring at the trolls, who disappeared into Zonko's.
"But, they're not people, Hermione," Harry pointed out, "They're trolls."
Hermione didn't reply.
"You know, Harry's right," Ginny said, giggling, "Trolls are supposed to lack a bit of civilization."
Hermione shook her head. "They should at least know not to run over someone."
"Okay, let's not get all sucked into debating," Ron said quickly. "Hermione, do you want to go get butterbeer, or something?"
"Yes," said Hermione, still staring after the trollls, "Yes...that would be nice..."
"We'll go wi--" Harry started to say, but Ron gave him the "no-take-Ginny-somewhere-else" look. "Er...Okay! Well, we'll see you guys later."
Ron grinned, and gave him a thumbs up, leaving Harry and Ginny alone in the crowd.
"Where do you want to go first, since we can't go to The Three Broomsticks, yet?" Ginny asked Harry.
"Er...I don't know," Harry replied, afraid that he was going to choke on his words. "How about Honeydukes?"
Ginny nodded. "That sounds nice. I could use for some sweets." She grinned at Harry, and they set off to the candy shop.
The moment they entered, Harry saw two people that he didn't expect to see.
"Hey! Harry! Ginster! Over here!" George Weasley yelled over the crowd. He and his twin were wearing dragon jackets that must have cost them fifty galleons each.
"Oh, god," Ginny rolled her eyes, but they went to join the twins. "Hi, guys."
"Our shop at Diagon Alley is smoking!" Fred boasted.
"Yeah, our usual profit is a hundred galleons an hour," George said. "It's better than Zonko's!"
"Really?" Ginny asked, looking more interested.
"Yep," said Fred. "That's what--"
"The Daily Prophet said about us--"
"In the reviews."
"So we decided to close the shop for a couple hours, and come and get something nice," said George, plucking at his jacket. "Oh, and some candy."
"Sounds like you guys are really hitting it off with this whole business thing," Harry said, and Fred winked at him.
"Yep. Thanks to you, pal."
"We just sent Mum a hundred Galleons," said George, "So I think she's okay with our shop now."
"She wasn't in the beginning?" Ginny asked, looking a bit confused.
"No," said Fred, "She was basically walloping us with her broomstick, because we bought a store in Diagon Alley without her permission."
George rolled eyes."Our mother. She can't get rid of the idea that we're of age now, and we can take care of ourselves."
"So," said Fred, looking around, "Where's Hermione and Ron?"
"Er..." Harry and Ginny exchanged glances.
"They went to get us butterbeers," said Ginny, but Fred and George's mouths curled in identical smirks.
"Ah, they told you to get lost," said Fred, nodding.
"Sounds like our little Ronniekins finally got himself a girlfriend," said George, elbowing Harry in the ribs.
"Er, you could say that," Harry said. Ron never told him that he couldn't tell Fred and George (although the twins were known to try and make Ron's life miserable).
The twins looked absolutely amazed.
"Ooh, this is rich," said Fred, grinning at his twin.
"We gotta go," said George-- they were probably thinking about going to The Three Broomsticks. "See ya later, Harry! Ginster." They left Honeydukes, laughing their heads off.
Harry watched the twins leave, and then turned to Ginny, who was watching him, her brown eyes owl-like with concern.
"Don't worry," Harry said, grinning, "Fred and George can't do anything too bad to them, can they?"
"I don't know," admitted Ginny, "One time they actually pulled Ron's head off and turned it into a Quaffle. And it wasn't an accident."
Harry winced; he tried picturing Ron's head deattached from his body, and then suddenly turning into a Quidditch ball.
Ginny nodded. "There's no telling what the twins might do."
Suddenly, the door to Honeyduke's swung open, and Ron and Hermione stumbled in, slamming the door behind them.
Hermione peered through the window. "I don't think they're coming."
"Good." Ron turned towards Harry and Ginny, face serious. "Good."
Harry grinned, trying to act innocent. "Erm...what's up?"
Ron didn't smile. He seemed to advance on Ginny and Harry menacingly.
"Er, Ron?" Ginny said, making Ron snap out of his behavior. "What's up?"
"Yeah, about that," said Ron, looking very mad, "Did you guys just happen to tell Fred and George where Hermione and I were?"
Ginny and Harry exchanged glances. Ron could be such a drama king sometimes.
Hermione, who was buying some mini dried up icecream cones, rolled her eyes. "Gosh, Ron, it was just a harmless prank. You don't need to be so dramatic about it."
"Harmless?" Ron repeated. "Harmless? They stuck a blood sucking roach on the back of my head!"
"Ew!" Ginny squealed.
"They're not blood sucking roaches," Hermione said, "They're called sawkers."
Ron shrugged. "Either way, the twins put something blood sucking on my head."
"That's so gross," Ginny said, shaking her head.
Harry, on the other hand, was a bit interested. "Do you still have it?"
"Yeah," said Ron. He dug through his left pocket, and revealed a slightly squashed black bug with a cracked shell.
Ginny looked shocked. "Ron! You killed it?"
"Yeah, what was I supposed to do? Pull it out of my flesh in a comforting way and then put it on the ground?"
"Yes."
"Whatever."
Hermione rolled her eyes, popping an icecream cone in her mouth. "It doesn't matter now, Ron. It was on your head for just a moment."
"Ron doesn't like bugs," Ginny said, looking through her purse. "Oh, I don't have a lot in here. Hermione, can you come with me to Gringotts?"
"Why?" Ron butted in.
"Those goblins freak me out; I can't go in there alone, or else I feel like I'm going to get shagged."
Ron was about to open his mouth to scold Ginny for using sex language, but the two girls disappeared out the door.
As the door swung shut, Harry rounded on Ron. "I have a slight feeling you weren't telling the whole story."
Ron sighed and plopped down in a chair. Harry sat down next to him. "What happened?"
"I'm hating my brothers right now," he grumbled. "I knew it, Harry! I knew it!" He screamed, shaking Harry's shoulders.
"Knew what?" Harry asked, trying to stay calm.
"If my brothers hadn't butted in, there might have been a chance that I could have kissed Hermione!" Ron started shaking Harry by the shoulders again.
Harry sat there, shocked. "Are you serious?"
Ron nodded, his ears bright red. "I'm sure."
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