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This story takes place during Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco’s fifth year at Hogwarts (Fred and George’s seventh, Ginny’s fourth). I am assuming that nothing that occurred in the book Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix occurred in this story, and it is just another normal year at Hogwarts…(if there ever was a normal year at Hogwarts…)

WARNING: If you don’t like the idea of Ron being heterosexual, then homosexual, and then bi-sexual, read no further.

Lastly, I do not own any of these characters, however, the storyline is mine. Enjoy!

Prologue

“FRED! GEORGE!” Mrs. Weasley hollered out angrily from the bottom of the stairs.

“What?” Fred asked, appearing out of nowhere from beside her. George appeared a moment later. Mrs. Weasley looked shocked for a moment, but quickly recovered.

“Why did you turn Ginny’s hair purple?” She demanded angrily.

George answered first. “She started it.”

“Ginny stepped on one of our experiments.” Fred continued.

“Completely destroyed it.” George concluded.

At that moment Ginny came tearing into the room, her face a deep red. Before anyone could stop her, she drew her wand. Fred and George fell to the ground, writhing, as they attempted to wipe the bat boogies off of themselves. Ginny glared at them furiously, pointing at her purple hair.

“You’ll pay for this!” She growled.

“Like we haven’t…” Fred began as George finished.

“Already?”

Mrs. Weasley looked at the twins. “You deserve it.” She then turned to Ginny. “But you…Ginerva Weasley, I am ashamed of you. I can manage my own sons by myself, you will not take things into your own hands. Go to your room and think about what you have done, I will send Charlie up in a few minutes to fix your hair.” Ginny stamped her foot.

“I had every right to blast them with bat boogies!” She whined.

“Ginerva Weasley!” Mrs. Weasley said in a commanding tone. Ginny stomped up the stairs, followed by her mother’s shrill voice. “That’s no way for a future fourth year student at Hogwarts to act!”

Fred and George were still struggling on the ground. Mrs. Weasley looked at them and drew her wand.

“Scourgify!” She said in a commanding tone. The boogies vanished.

“Gee,” Fred started, wiping at his clothing.

“Thanks mum.” George finished.

“Really hate to pop in an out, but…”

“Duty calls.” George vanished with a crack soon followed by Fred. Mrs. Weasley yelled angrily up the stairs.

“FRED! GEORGE! I’M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU BOYS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!” Silence greeted her. She hollered up again. “DON’T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!”

Up in Fred and George’s room…

Fred landed on top of George in a heap on the floor of their room. He stood up and brushed himself while George painfully got up, rubbing his leg.

“We really need to work on apparating some more, Fred.” George concluded.

“First we have to get back at Ginny.” Fred replied, he walked over to the door and made sure it was securely shut. “Colloportus!” Fred finished. “Just to make sure, although I think all the gadgets we have in place will stop her.”

“When mum’s on the prowl, nothing can stop her.” George replied. There was a crack and Mrs. Weasley appeared in the center of the room.

“Fred and George Weasley!” She began, taking a breath before beginning her tirade.

“Mum?” George began. She paused.

“What is it George?”

“Bye.” The two boys apparated out again. Mrs. Weasley was incensed.

In Fred and George’s closet…

The twins remained silent as they heard the angry screams and shouts of their mother reverberate off the walls of the room. Then there was a pause and then a crack as Mrs. Weasley apparated out. They exited the closet and looked about.

“She didn’t confiscate anything like she did last time.” George mused, hastily looking all the contraptions and experiments over.

“That’s a relief.” Fred replied, looking over the experiments on the other side of the room. George finished his survey first.

“We need to get back at Ginny.” He concluded.

“She blasted us with boogies.” Fred answered, “Little sis’ has no idea what her brothers can do.”

George picked up random experiments, “I know, we’ll put this into her chocolate frogs. Ginny will be covered in acne for two weeks.”

“No.” Fred scratched his chin, “That’s a classic, we should try something new. Maybe turn her into a caterpillar for half an hour?”

George shook his head, talking excitedly, “We should set doxies loose in her room!”

“Wonderful!” Fred exclaimed, rubbing his hands together, “Ginny will never touch our experiments again!”

One week later…

The Weasley family had finished their school-supply shopping for the Hogwarts School Year. They arrived back at the Burrow with a new rat, several broken bones (on the twins), Ginny had bought herself six different acne potions and a quide to “Quick and Painless Removal of Doxies”, Ron had some more posters of the Chudley cannons, and the twins had bought several more random things for their experiments (ex. Rose thorns, dirty bog water, hippogruff feathers, mandrake roots, and luna moth wings). Mrs. Weasley had a sore throat from all of her yelling, and Mr. Weasley had a very bad headache (not to mention throbbing ear drums). The twins and Ginny were both sent to their respective rooms without dinner. Ron happily ate their shares.

In the room of Fred and George…

“No! No! You’re supposed to boil the taffy first, not freeze it, George!” Fred exclaimed, pushing his brother out of the way.

“No! The only way to make a dinner out of taffy is to freeze it and then sprinkle mandrake leaves on it!” George argued.

“Watch,” Fred ordered, “You’ll see that we have an instant meal by boiling the taffy, not freezing it, you git!”

George colored, “Did you just call me a git!”

“Yes I did.” Fred replied. “Observe.” He dumped his taffy into a cauldron and proceeded to boil it.

“I’m watching,” George answered him snidely, “but not seeing anything happening.”

“That’s because it hasn’t started to boil, you idiot.” Fred said in a joking manner, “And I haven’t stirred in the mandrake leaves in.”

Two weeks later…

Ginny boarded the Hogwarts Express without much trepidation. Fred and George had not done anything to her for the last four days, so her fight with them seemed to have been drawn at a stalemate after Ginny set some skunks loose in their room (the twins could not show themselves for three days).

She looked for an open booth, but found none until she stumbled upon Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

“Hey guys!” She greeted them. Harry slid the door open for her.

“Come on in, Gin.” Hermione smiled. Ron rolled his eyes.

“Why does Ginny have to sit with us?” He demanded, “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see her at all.”

“Sorry to bust your bubble, Ron,” Ginny set her things down beside him, “but we happen to be going to the same school!”

“The major flaw in my plan.” Ron answered sadly. Hermione and Harry laughed. Ginny sat down beside Ron. Something squirted out on her. Ginny jumped up from the seat. Ron snickered.

“Gin, you have some sort of hot pink toffee on your arse!” He exclaimed amidst his giggles. Hermione and Ginny looked mortified while Harry occupied himself in trying not to laugh.

“Ronal Weasley!” Hermione shouted, “This is your sister!”

“So she claims.” Ron muttered.

Ginny started to panic. “I can’t go to Hogwarts with toffee on my butt!” She shrieked.

“I’ll magic it away.” Hermione drew her wand and waved it in front of Ginny, “Scourgify!”

Ron started to laugh again. “It’s still there.”

Hermione turned Ginny around and looked. She looked down at her wand, “It must be broken, because there’s no way I said the spell wrong.”

Then Ginny reached the obvious answer. “No, Mione, your wand isn’t broken.”

Hermione looked quizzical.

“Were Fred and George in here?” Ginny demanded.

Ron crossed his arms. “You cannot force me to talk.” Ginny was about to punch Ron when Harry interrupted.

“Yes, they were. They left almost as soon as they came though.”

Hermione was seething. “Why those gits!” She exclaimed, “They did something to the toffee so that Ginny can’t get it off!”

Ginny promptly sat down again next to Ron. “Hermione do you have an extra robe I could borrow?”

“No, I left them at my house by accident, mum was going into hysterics because I was about to be late.” Hermione looked apologetic, “Sorry.”

Ron looked confused. “Then how are you going to wash your robe?”

“The same why I would normally wash mine you halfwit!” Ginny shouted, “By scourgifying it!”

“Oh.” Ron answered.

Ginny turned to Harry. “Do you have a spare robe I could borrow, Harry? I would return it as soon as I saved up enough money to buy myself a new robe of course…” Ginny began to ramble. Ron cut in, shocked.

“Ginerva Molly Weasley! You cannot cross-dress! As your elder brother I refuse to allow it!”

“Well you do, Ronald!” Ginny shot back angrily. Ron colored.

“I do not.”

“Yes you do.”

“When?”

“At the ball last year! Your ‘robes’ looked like a dress with pants rather than a skirt!” Ginny shouted.

“They did not! And besides, you can’t have a dress with pants!”

“Yes you can!”

“Cannot!”

Harry cut in. “Ron! Ginny! Stop it! Ginny can borrow one of my robes and Hermione can fiddle with it so that it fits her.”

Hermione looked at Harry. “I don’t even know Ginny’s size. How am I supposed to ‘fiddle with it’?”

“I don’t know.” Harry shrugged, “You’ll figure something out.”

“Thanks.” Hermione muttered, nevertheless happy that Harry was confident in her.

Ron interrupted again. “No! Ginny is not going to cross-dress!”

Hermione played along. “I understand, Ron. You’re jealous of your sister because you think that you should be the only Weasley allowed to do so. But Ronald,” She took on a somber expression, “Your parents will not love you any less if you allow Ginny to cross-dress as well.”

Ron’s face turned beet red. “I DO NOT CROSS-DRESS!” He hollered angrily. Hermione stopped laughing.

“I’m only joking, Ron.”

Ron crossed his arms. “It’s not funny.” He leaned back.

“So can Ginny borrow Harry’s robe?” Hermione asked.

“No.” Ron answered stubbornly. Ginny was about to protest but Harry winked at her and she remained quiet.

The rest of the trip passed un-eventfully with Hermione reading out of a spell-book and Ron stuffing his face on the chocolate frogs Harry had bought him. Harry was typing things into his laptop (most likely instant messaging someone) and Ginny was trying to scrub the toffee off of her robe. (She only succeeded in pulling out some of the mandrake leaves.) Then after about two hours of traveling thus, Harry looked up angrily from his laptop.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked, not looking up from her book. Harry slammed his laptop shut.

“I’ve been emailing and instant messaging ‘ottergirl’ for two straight hours and she’s not replying!” Harry said heatedly. Hermione jerked her head up.

“You’ve been emailing me?” She asked. Ginny stopped scrubbing to listen better to their conversation (Ron had long since passed out due to excessive chocolate inhalation).

“What?” Harry demanded.

“I’m ottergirl.” Hermione responded, looking back at her book.

“But-!” Harry spluttered, “You’re ottergirl?”

“Yep.” Hermione responded, chewing on her lip as she scanned the page she was reading.

“Could I see your laptop, Mione?” Harry asked suddenly.

Hermione looked up at him. “Why?”

Harry colored, “Um, I just want to see something…”

Hermione cocked an eyebrow and then turned back to her book. “No.”

Harry started chewing on his nails. He turned to Hermione. “Just for a sec?”

“Not until you tell me why.”

“But Hermione!” Harry exclaimed. Hermione slammed her book shut.

“How am I supposed to read in here?” She demanded angrily.

“I just want to see your laptop.” Harry mumbled.

“Fine.” Hermione said slowly. Harry’s face lit up.

“Really?”

Hermione reached for her laptop. “Yes.” Harry was about to grab it from her, but Hermione pulled it away. “After I look at my email from ‘emeraldboy’.”

Harry hid his head in his hands. “Can someone please hide me?” He said in a muffled tone.

Ginny patted him on the back in a friendly manner, “Welcome to my world.” At that moment Ron regained consciousness.

“I say, chap,” He said groggily, looking over at Harry, “Those poisonous frogs didn’t make you sick too, did they?”

“Shut up, Ron!” Ginny said angrily, “You’re ruining the moment.”

Hermione logged into her e-mail account and opened up the letters from Harry (aka “emeraldboy”). When she had read the first one she blushed and looked over at Harry. His head was still buried in his hands. She turned back to the letters and continued on reading…

Hogwarts Express arrived at Hogwarts a few hours later. Hermione quickly exited the train, not wanting to listen to Harry try to explain himself, while Harry and Ron stayed behind to clean up after Ron’s chocolate frog mess.

“Ron, I think that there’s a chocolate frog under the seat still,” Harry pointed down and Ron instantly crawled onto his stomach.

“I see it now, Harry, thanks.”

Harry then turned to Ginny at that moment, “Here,” He pushed one of his robes into her hands. Ginny smiled at him gratefully. “Thanks.”

Ron stood up at that moment and looked at Harry and Ginny. They were rather close as Harry had jut handed Ginny the robe. Ron stared at them both in disbelief.

“I say you two, if you wanted to snog all you had to do was say so.” Ginny was about to smack Ron, but Harry cut in.

“I was not snogging Ginny, Ron.”

“Oh yeah? Then why was there no frog under the seat?” Ron demanded. “Listen, Harry, I have no problem with you marrying Ginny or anything-!”

Ginny then hit Ron. Hard. Ron doubled up. “Gin,” He gasped, and then his glance traveled down to the robe in her hands. He grabbed it angrily. “Ginerva! You are not to cross-dress!” He shouted. Then Ron stomped out of the train, dragging Harry with him. Ginny stood stock still in the booth. If she didn’t move, maybe no one would notice her and then she would be able to escape the utter humiliation that would greet her the moment she exited the train. But she was not so lucky.

At that moment Draco Malfoy came walking past. He stopped when he noticed Ginny standing as still as a statue in the center of an empty booth.

“Weasel?” He said. “What the heck are you still doing here?”

Ginny promptly sat down onto the bench. “Nothing, Malfoy. Go away!”

“Weasleys do not order Malfoys about.” He replied haughtily.

Ginny glared at him. “I would slap you if I could.” She said angrily.

“And I am ordering you off of this train.” Draco said.

“Malfoys don’t order Weasleys about.” Ginny responded dryly. Suddenly, Professor McGonagall appeared on the train.

“Ginerva Weasley! Draco Malfoy! What are you doing! Get off this train immediately!” She said angrily. Ginny remained seated.

“Professor, you don’t understand! My brothers Fred and George-!”

“Say not more, Miss Weasley.” McGonagall said, “They glued you to the seat did they not?”

“No, it’s worse, Professor.” Ginny responded.

“What did they do?”

Ginny colored and looked over at Draco. McGonagall understood. “Mister Malfoy, please exit this train now, lest I force you to by magic.”

Draco looked sullen but nonetheless proceeded to leave.

“Now what did they do?”

Ginny spoke in a hushed whisper. “They put some sort of toffee concoction onto the seat and I didn’t notice it until I sat down.”

“That’s easy enough. Just scourgify it.”

“Hermione tried, but it hasn’t come off and this is my only robe.”

McGonagall looked thoughtful a moment, then she spoke. “I’ll figure out what to do later. Right now, Miss Weasley, I want you to report to the Great Hall where the Sorting is taking place.”

“But-!”

“Now, Miss Weasley. I do not want to take any points away from Gryffindor.”

Ginny rose up slowly and proceeded to get off the train. Professor McGonagall followed her.

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