Snowballs, Gnomes and Gold Chains
By Poppy P
Ginny looked up from her paper
chains as Fred, George, Ron and Harry all tramped into the living room of the
Burrow. The boys tugged at their wet cloaks and scarves, having just come in
from an afternoon of snowball fighting.
“Don’t bother sitting down,” said
Ginny as Ron flopped himself onto the worn couch. “Mum wants you and Harry to
help in the kitchen.”
“Ah no!” whined Ron. “You’re a
girl, why can’t you help her?”
“Because I’m decorating, you
idiot!” said Ginny.
Harry immediately headed for the
kitchen with Ron at his heels, muttering darkly.
“Speaking of decorations,” said
Fred, reaching into his cloak, “hand me some of that tinsel.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Ginny
Fred waved a Petrified gnome at
her. “Stunned this little bugger after he bit me on the ankle. I figured he’d
make an interesting Christmas bauble.”
“Cool!” exclaimed Ginny, “only put
some wings on him and we’ll use him as the tree topper.”
Fred grinned at his sister’s enthusiasm.
“George, hand me some of that netting. George?”
Fred and Ginny looked over at
George. He was frozen on the spot, staring keenly at Bill and Fleur who were
sitting together on the armchair in the corner, oblivious to everyone else in
“Blimey,” said George weakly,
“those two don’t seem to need to breath as much as normal people.”
“Oh them,” sniffed Ginny, hardly
bothering to keep her voice down, “they’ve been at it all afternoon. I think
we’re going to have to call St. Mungo’s soon to detach her from his face.”
“Can you blame him?” whispered
Fred, as he fashioned a tiny tutu with his wand. “I mean, look at her.”
“Yeah,” whispered George.
Bill pulled away from Fleur, having
finally noticed his siblings’ stares. He stood up from the armchair, Fleur
sliding gracefully from his lap, “Come on Fleur, it’s too crowded in here.”
Fleur followed him, but let out a
silvery laugh. “Ah Bill, you will ‘ave to get used to all of zee attention I
attract, I think. Your bruzzers cannot ‘elp it.”
“Puh-lease!” said Ginny as they
left the room. “She’s so full of herself.”
“He seems happy,” said George with
admiration, “I didn’t hear him complaining.”
“Well, like I said, she’s been
depriving him of oxygen all afternoon,” said Ginny waspishly.
“Don’t be jealous, Ginnykins,” said
Fred as he levitated the gnome to the top of the tree.
“Jealous? Me? Of Phlegm?” snorted
Ginny, flipping a paper chain at Fred’s head. “Don’t make me laugh. Besides,
I do just fine with the wizards, thank you very much.”
“Ugh, what’s that supposed to
mean?” asked George.
Fred turned sharply. “I hope this
doesn’t mean that you’re still going all over Hogwarts, kissing every Tom, Dick
“Say it and I’ll hex you,” said
Ginny dangerously, wand drawn. “Besides, unless you’re prepared to lecture Ron
about the same thing, then I say ‘skip it’.”
“Do you mean to say-“began George.
“That Ron’s finally got himself a
little action,” finished Fred.
Ginny nodded. “Finally.”
An identical, evil grin spread
itself across the twins’ faces.
“Do tell,” said George.
“It’s disgusting really,” began
Ginny. “I keep seeing him all over the castle, with his tongue down her
Fred whooped, “Go Ronnie!”
Ginny spared him a disdainful
look. “I can hardly sit near him in the Great Hall. I wouldn’t want to gag on
George frowned. “That’s funny, I
never figured Hermione to be the type to snog in public.”
“Yeah, prefect and all,” said Fred.
Ginny sighed. “It’s not Hermione.”
“What?” said the twins simultaneously.
“It’s not Hermione,” repeated
“But I thought, for sure…” George
“He’s fancied her for ages,” Fred
“He hurled slugs for her and
everything,” said George.
“He’s an idiot!” said Ginny,
furiously attaching another link to her chain. “They had a big row and now
they’re not even speaking to each other.”
“Come to think of it,” said George,
“I wondered why she wasn’t here.”
“You’re right. I can’t remember the
last time we spent a holiday without her,” said Fred.
Ginny moved towards the window to
begin hanging her chains.
“Here, let us take care of that.”
Fred and George pointed their wands
at Ginny’s pile of paper chains. They muttered an incantation under their
breath. There was a burst of purple light followed by a muted explosion.
Suddenly the chains had multiplied and were everywhere; from ceiling to floor,
the room was covered with red and green links.
“Thanks,” said Ginny with a grin.
“Don’t mention it. Chaos is our
business.” Fred winked.
George was frowning. “Too bad
about Hermione. She was alright.” He looked up suddenly, “For a prefect, I
Fred nodded. “We had already
broken her in and everything. She was practically a Weasley.”
“I don’t see them making up anytime
soon either.” Ginny said sadly. “Ron really mucked it up. Drove her to date
Cormac McLaggen and everything.”
“Cormac McLaggen!” exclaimed Fred
“Yeah, the stupid wanker,” muttered
Ginny as she scooped up the scissors and glue.
“But he’s…” spluttered Fred.
“An idiot!” finished George.
“Oh I know,” conceded Ginny. “You
should’ve seen him at Quidditch tryouts. Practically punched Harry when he
told him that Ron had beaten him for Keeper.”
Fred and George exchanged a guilty
Ginny looked outraged. “Don’t look
like that! I know he’s a prat, but he’s our brother! Surely you wouldn’t want
someone else to take his spot.”
“It’s not that,” said George
Fred took a quick look towards the
door of the kitchen. “Did you know that McLaggen wanted to try out for Keeper
last year as well?”
“He did?” asked Ginny.
“He kept bragging about having it
in the bag,” said George.
“He flies well enough,” admitted
Ginny grudgingly. “But I don’t remember him being at tryouts last year.”
“We made sure he wasn’t,” said the
Ginny looked bemused. “How? Why?”
George also looked surreptitiously
towards the kitchen door before answering her. “We figured that Ron would try
out for the team-“
“What with the new broom and all,”
“And he kept-“
“Sneaking out of the common room-“
“With his broom hidden up his-“
“Cloak. So we-“
“We saw that he was-“
“Practicing, and we figured-“
“That he was trying out.”
“And what does this have to do with
McLaggen,” asked Ginny.
Fred and George exchanged another
“He was going to try out as well,”
“It was no secret, really. The big
git kept going on about it,” added Fred.
“And we figured that Ron didn’t
stand a chance against him,” said George.
“Oh he’s a better flyer than
McLaggen,” said Fred quickly in response to Ginny’s furious look.
“But he’s bigger than Ron, isn’t
he,” George pointed out. “Better build for a Keeper.”
“So we just figured we’d give Ron
every advantage we could,” said Fred.
“How’d you get McLaggen out of the
way?” asked Ginny, completely nonplussed by her brothers’ revelation.
Fred broke out into a wide grin.
“We bet the stupid prat that he couldn’t eat a pound of doxy eggs.”
“Best three Galleons we’ve ever
spent,” said George with a satisfied smile.
Ginny giggled. “Doxy eggs?
Where’d you get them?”
“Grimmauld Place,” said Fred
matter-of-factly. “Remember when Mum made us clean up the curtains?”
“Yeah,” said Ginny admiringly. “I
can’t believe you got them past Mum, though.”
“Years of experience,” sighed Fred.
“Maybe someday you’ll live up to
our example,” added George condescendingly.
“And yet, for all my inexperience,”
said Ginny musingly, “I’ve never had Mum or Dad take a broom to my arse.”
“Rub it in, why don’t you?” said
Fred and George together.
Ginny smirked. “So what effects do
doxy eggs have, anyway?”
Fred grinned. “Well, let’s just
say that they have the exact opposite effect of U-No-Poo.”
Ginny grimaced. “You mean...”
“Oh yeah,” said George
delightedly. “And you know there are some things that even Madame Pomfrey
“You just have to let them run
They all laughed.
Fred’s expression suddenly grew
serious. “You won’t tell Ron though, will you?”
George looked worried as well. “He
may be an idiot, but we don’t want him to totally lose his confidence.”
“Of course I won’t tell him.” Ginny
stayed quiet for a moment, oddly touched by the twins’ concern. “But I’ll bet
there were moments last year when you regretted giving him the boost.”
“Definitely,” admitted Fred.
“But he pulled through in the end,
didn’t he?” said George with a touch of pride.
“I guess so,” said Ginny
grudgingly. “I only hope he can manage to pull it off this year.” Her
expression turned to one of disgust. “Especially as he’s so busy now.”
“Oh yeah,” said Fred. “Who’s the
witch stupid enough to go out with Ron?”
“Lavender Brown.” Ginny said the
name with loathing.
“Cute little blonde in his year?”
“She went out with Finnegan for a
while, didn’t she?” added George.
“That’s the one.”
“Damn! What’s wrong with her?”
“Well,” said Ginny disdainfully,
“for one thing, she’s not very bright.”
“Course not. She’s going out with
Ron, isn’t she?” said George.
“She asked me what I thought he
wanted for Christmas,” said Ginny, a smirk crossing her face.
“Did you tell her he loves the
color maroon?” asked Fred.
“And that he likes spiders and acid
pops as well?” continued George.
“Of course,” said Ginny. “I also
told her he’d love a Viktor Krum Chocolate Frog Card.”
“Good one!” said the twins.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think she
fell for that one,” lamented Ginny. “But still, I hope she took the gold chain
“Gold chain?” snorted Fred.
“Yeah, a nice big one I told her,” said
Ginny. “Sparkly, with something sweet written on it like, oh I don’t know,
maybe ‘Love Bottom.”
“Snoogums,” suggested Fred.
The three of them stared at each
other for a second before bursting with laughter.
“Come on Fred,” said George
finally, “We’d better get going if we’re going to make it down to the village
“Let’s take a detour through the
kitchen,” said Fred with an evil grin.
“In light of Ginny’s revelations, I
think we’d better,” said George, following his twin.
Ginny watched them go before
turning to gather her decorating things.
Several minutes later the door to
the kitchen swung open and Ron poked his head in.
“Good, you’re done. Get in here.
Mum wants you to help us peel sprouts.”
“I’m doing decorating duty,” said
Ginny. “She didn’t say anything about peeling sprouts to me.”
Ron changed tactics. “Come on.
Harry said he’ll lend you his Firebolt next time we play.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Fine,
fine. I’ll be there in a sec.”
Ron started to go back into the
kitchen but turned back suddenly. “What did you tell Fred and George about me
Ginny studied Ron before answering.
Although his ears were slightly pink, she noted that he didn’t seem upset. “I
told them the truth; that you’re a filthy hypocrite for lecturing me.”
“Shut your mouth,” said Ron
automatically although he seemed to be having trouble suppressing a smirk.
“Reckon they had to find out sometime though.”
“What’s that?” asked Ginny.
“That I’m a sex god and all the
witches want me,” said Ron in a mock serious tone.
Ginny snorted with laughter. “Ha!
Ha! Good one Ron.”
“Sprouts, now!” Ron slipped back
into the kitchen.
said Ginny under breath before following him into the kitchen.