Disclaimer: JK Rowling is superior to me in many ways. Of course, I get my chapters out quicker, so if you love me more than her, I completely understand. In fact, I encourage such Jack-love. Shout it from the mountains, speak to the rivers and the valleys and the skies, "I love Jack!"
It was the next Saturday morning when it arrived.
Ron and Hermione were sitting together, in the way that couples do, at the Gryffindor table (not to be confused with Table, the furniture Ron had befriended the previous weekend in Hogsmeade). Harry and Ginny, who were sitting in a very similar way, weren't far from them. Fred and George were hiding under their seats.
Understand, when Ron told the twins he was going to tell their mother, he had every intention of doing it. However, he found it more appropriate and evil to utilise a far more effective tool of vengeance. Hermione had suffered as much as, if not more than, Ron had, and therefore had a surplus of anger waiting to be wrathfully unleashed upon the most deserving victim. They went to the post office, where Hermione paid for a most devastating Howler, to be delivered a week from that day.
The owls flew in earlier than usual, and a scarlet letter was clutched in the talons of one. It fell where George and Fred would be sitting, had they not been underneath it. They peeked over the edge of the table at the innocent-looking piece of evil post. Ron found it very hard to keep a straight face.
It started to smoke at the corners, and either twin started pressuring their brother to open it. Finally, it took care of the problem for them.
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU SPREAD SUCH A POTION IN SUCH A PUBLIC PLACE! WHO KNOWS HOW FAR IT COULD HAVE GONE, IS THERE A BRAIN IN EITHER OF YOUR HEADS? THERE APPARENTLY CAN'T BE, SINCE YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA! IF YOU EVER SO MUCH AS THINK ABOUT DOING ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN, NO CURSE OR HEX IN THE WORLD WILL SAVE YOU FROM ME!" With that pleasant message, it burst into a rather short-lived flame.
Applause started from Ron, then spread quickly throughout the Gryffindor table. Soon the entire hall was clapping, especially the Slytherins, who were more than happy to kick a fallen classmate while he was down.
After they realised they were still alive, both Fred and George smiled. They jumped up on the table and bowed to the applause, blowing kisses at their "fans".
"Well, I hope they've learned their lessons," said Hermione after the clamour died down.
"I don't know, Hermione. This is Fred and George we're talking about," Ron replied. Hermione shrugged and grinned.
"I think they'll be afraid of me for some time."
Ron thought for a moment, then nodded. "Good," he said decisively. "They need some fear in them."
Hermione laughed and looked into Ron's eyes. "I love you," she said suddenly.
"I love you too."
No amount of Howlers could have torn Ron's eyes from Hermione's. The world existed only between them.
And that was the way they liked it.