Purple Rain.

Chapter Nine.

Molly followed them upstairs looking grim.
"I want you all to go straight to bed, no talking," she said as they reached the first landing. "We've got a busy day tomorrow. I expect Ginny's asleep," she added to Hermione and (Y/n), "so try not to wake her up."

"Asleep, yeah right," said Fred in an undertone as Hermione and (Y/n) bade them good night as they were climbing to the next floor.
(Y/n) and Hermione quietly entered their room, closing the door behind them.

"(Y/n)? Hermione?" Ginny whispered.

"Sh," Hermione shushed, blindly reaching around for an oil lamp. When she found one, a small light lit up the room. Ginny brought the covers over her head. "Sorry," Hermione apologized. "I can't see." (Y/n) and Hermione very quietly changed into their pyjamas. "Who are you sharing a bed with, (Y/n)?"

"Why do I have to share a bed?" (Y/n) demanded. "I'm the oldest!"

"And the smallest!" Hermione added. (Y/n) gasped in offense. "Well?"

"For that comment, I'll sleep with Ginny!" (Y/n) hissed. She heard Ginny "yes!" in accomplishment. Hermione turned off the oil lamp.

"Fine!" Hermione said, though her voice trembled.

"And I'll sleep with you tomorrow," (Y/n) added softly. "It's just someone's gotta tell Ginny what happened." She saw Hermione's dark figure nodding rapidly before climbing into bed. "These sheets were washed, right?" (Y/n) asked as she approached Ginny's bed.

"Huh? Oh, no," Ginny said. (Y/n) flew from the bed. "I'm kidding! Of course they were!" Ginny huffed, shaking her head as (Y/n) slowly climbed into bed. Ginny beamed, clinging to her. "Tell me all about it."

"I'm not going down there," (Y/n) insisted. "Bring me up some toast or something."

"(Y/n), you can't just stay in here forever," Hermione insisted, pulling her shirt on over her head.

"Watch me!" (Y/n) exclaimed. Hermione and Ginny exchange exasperated looks. A loud crack made all of them jump out of their skins.

"You can't just Apparate into our room!" Ginny cried. "One of us could've been changing!" Fred and George glanced around the room: at Hermione, who was getting her socks on, at Ginny, who was already dressed, and at (Y/n), who sat upright in bed.

"You're right and we're sorry," Fred said in a tone that neither of them could tell whether or not it was serious. "Anyways, it's time for breakfast."

"We know," the girls chorused.

"Bring me up some toast?"

"Anything for you, (Y/n)," George said overdramatically. The twins had, in fact, brought her back some toast that (Y/n) ate. "You're pretty good with... potions I guess you could call it, right (Y/n)?"

"What do you need?" (Y/n) sighed. Fred and George beamed.

"We just wanna know what we might need to add or take out for certain candies."

"Joke shop?" (Y/n) asked lightly. Fred and George nodded. "All right. I help with this line of candies and we consider it even for the jewellery?"

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"I mean we aren't even," George said. (Y/n) nodded.

"You're right. I guess fixing a recipe really isn't 'even' for brand-name jewellery—"

"No, no. I meant we'll owe you," George said. (Y/n) rose her eyebrows in surprise.

"Huh?" (Y/n) was absolutely bewildered.