Ron awoke to the sound of Harry choking on something... presumably his own spit. He had been doing that a lot lately.
"Harry, what is it?"
"It's Ginny." Harry whimpered, clutching his calender close.
"What? Oh, yeah!" Ron remembered that it was the first. "Wait... my sister is in this thing?" Harry nodded, trying in vain to not look at Ginny's picture. Ron glanced at Harry's calendar rather then try and find his own amongst his Chudley Cannon posters.
"What about it mate?" Ron asked, tilting his head slightly. "I mean, yeah, I'm not too happy about the clothes,"
"Or lack thereof." Harry chocked out.
"Yeah, and I suppose the straddling is a bit over the top, but it's nothing compared to Lavender's." Ron shrugged and tossed the calendar back to Harry.
"But... but... but the Popsicle..." Harry stammered.
"Yeah, what about it?" Ron asked nonchalantly.
"Hey, Ginny!" They heard Bill yell from below their feet.
"What?" Ginny yelled back, her voice belying the picture's sweetness.
"Why are you getting it on with a Popsicle?" Bill yelled. They could hear the amusement in his voice as he did so.
"William Weasley, you are SO lucky mom isn't here!" Ginny screamed, obviously enraged. They heard her storming around the house, trying to find Bill. Ron went white.
"Getting... Popsicle?" He managed finally. Harry nodded solemnly, the image still burned in his mind. It probably wasn't the same image that Ron had, but he didn't have to tell Ron that, now did he? The next time he saw Ginny, he turned bright red and fled the scene. Ginny smiled; it looked like the plan had worked. After all, wasn't that how she first greeted him? She vaguely wondered if he would be sticking his elbow in any butter dishes at lunch the next day.
"Ginny!" She heard someone- thankfully female this time- call for her.
"What?" She called back.
"It's me, Hermione. We've got the totals for the calendar in!" Hermione yelled, a wide smile splitting her face. There was a pause before she heard Ginny scrambling down the stairs. She stopped short in front of Hermione and grinned at her partner-in-crime.
"How much is it?" Ginny asked breathlessly.
"You're not gonna believe it." Hermione began.
"Tell me tell me tell me!" Ginny begged.
"Ten thousand, seven hundred, and eighty galleons!" Hermione jumped up and down with Ginny for a bit before calming down. Mostly.
"How many-" Ginny started.
"Five hundred and thirty-nine." Hermione answered, not needing to hear the entire question.
"Five..." Ginny gaped at the sheet she now clutched.
"I never thought I'd say this, but..." Hermione bit her lip. "Thanks to Fred and George, Professor Babbling has enough for her dream wedding... and then some. Like, a honeymoon. And there'll still be some left over."
"Oh, Hermione," Fred appeared to have been listening in from around the corner.
"We'd never think," George's face popped up next to his twins.
"That you'd ever see,"
"Our brilliance!" They grinned at her identically.
"Yes, well, while I don't quite like the method," Hermione blushed as the twins waggled their eyebrows. "I do enjoy the results."