A/N: This story is a sequel to my very first fanfiction- Magical Melodious Moments. While this could stand alone, I recommend reading MMM just to know the impetus behind Ginny and Harry's prank. This is a two-shot and it's already completely written so the last part will be up soon. Thanks as always to my fabulous beta, J aka jk_salmeier! (Oh and check out her story, Bedside Manner. It's great!) Thanks for reading!

April 2, 1999- The Burrow kitchen

Angelina,

As I'm sure you fully remember, yesterday was George's birthday. In an effort to get his mind off the fact that it was his first since losing Fred, I'm writing to see if it would be possible for you to come visit tomorrow at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Harry and I will be there as well since we're home on Easter hols, but I know that George needs all the familiar faces around him that he can get.

Thanks,

Ginny

Ginny signed her name with a flourish before placing her quill back in the inkpot. Looking back over her letter, she scanned to be certain that no sense of mischief could be found. After giving herself a nod, the young witch grasped her wand and waved it quickly over the parchment drying the ink. As she rolled the parchment for delivery, she glanced out the window, only to see her fiancé arriving in the lane leading to the Burrow. Ginny sealed her letter and attached it to the owl quietly waiting for the missive.

"To Angelina Johnson, please. Thanks so much," Ginny whispered to the tawny owl, rubbing a hand over the feathers. The bird gave a quick nod before launching into the air.

Only seconds after the departure, Harry arrived in the doorway. Ginny immediately pounced on him, not bothering to greet him at all.

"So did you get it?" she asked, patting down the pockets of his cloak.

"Gin!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes wide, scandalised at this behaviour. He began pushing at her hands, trying to force them away from his body. "What are you trying to do to me? Where is your mother?"

"Where is your mother? Why are you worried about my mother, Potter?" Ginny questioned, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you've got your hands in places that I don't need to let your mother see you touch," Harry answered. Ginny paused for a moment.

"Oh, right. Well, did you get the potion or not?" she demanded. He placed a well-aimed kiss on her cheek before replying.

"Why, of course I did. Sometimes it pays off to be the secret, silent benefactor, even when it's not so secret anymore." With that, he pulled his moleskin pouch from around his neck. Giving a yank on the strings, Harry opened it to pull out a small square blue box with the words Magical Melodious Moments written in a semicircle above a quarter note.

"Are there instructions?" Ginny asked rather impatiently.

Harry opened the package and pulled out a vial of a clear liquid as well as a list of instructions. He held the parchment up before pushing his glasses up on his nose and quietly reading the list to himself.

Ginny hit his shoulder before stating, "Care to share with your fiancée?"

"Oh, did you want to know?" Harry replied with a smirk.

"Prat!" Ginny declared before snatching the list out of his hand.

Need to get a friend on the stage for some karaoke? Want to get some laughs while your friends sing and get all croaky? Add some Magical Melodious Moments potion for when you feel you should simply burst into song.

Step 1: Add three drops to your drink.

Step 2: Wave your wand over the glass, stating an action that you want to have serve as the trigger. (For instance, say 'kiss' and whenever the drinker goes to kiss someone, then they will simply burst into song. If you want it more specific, you could add a name, like kiss Harry. That way, it's only if that person goes to kiss a gent named Harry that they will burst into song.)

Step 3: Drink it and the potion will last about an hour after consumption.

"Seems straight-forward enough," Ginny said, turning toward Harry. "Now all we have to do is get the potion in the drinks and the drinks in George and Angelina."

"But what are we going to have as their trigger?" Harry asked.

Ginny thought this over a few minutes, mentally reviewing all the times that she had seen Angelina and George together, especially since Fred's death.

"Holding hands or touching hands, I think. Every time I've seen them together, Angie offers George her hand, which he always holds for a few seconds," Ginny finally responded.

"Do you think that's enough? I mean, he did have us sing every time we tried to kiss. What about every time they touch? They're going to touch each other more often than they would touch hands," Harry countered.

After contemplating this, Ginny agreed with the reminder that this was not the revenge that was in store for George for his and Ron's prank during Harry's proposal. This plot was to ensure that their revenge would work the way they planned. According to Ginny's way of thinking, if what she was hoping would happen between her older brother and the former Gryffindor Chaser did actually occur, she would consider tomorrow's festivities a gift rather than revenge.

April 3, 1999- Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Ginny brought the glasses into the office in the back of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes where George and Angelina were sitting on the loveseat, catching up with one another.

"George, don't worry about the shop. Harry and I will man the front. I daresay that having a celebrity on site will bring an increase in sales," Ginny said cheekily. With that, she brought the door close to the frame, allowing a sliver of the back room to be visible for her and Harry's viewing pleasure.

No sooner had Ginny done this than Angelina broke out in song. She had just taken a swallow of her Butterbeer before placing her hand on George's shoulder.

If you change your mind, I'm the first in line

George, I'm still free

Take a chance on me

Angelina stood up to slip around behind George, running her hand across his shoulders. George's stunned expression left Ginny with hope that things would work out to her expectation.

If you need me, let me know, gonna be around

If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down

The young woman came around the end of the loveseat and trailed her fingers down George's right arm.

If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown

George, I'm still free

Take a chance on me.

Angelina grasped George's right hand in hers and lifted it to cover her heart. George reached for his glass with his left hand and took a long swallow.

Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie

If you put me to the test, if you let me try

Take a chance on me.

Take a chance on me.

George stood up and grasped Angie's other hand before starting to lead her in a dance. His deep voice blended well with hers.

We can go dancing, we can go walking as long as we're together...

Ginny pulled the door completely closed before letting out a small squeal. Jumping in place, she wiggled her backside while chanting, "It's working, it's working!"

"Gin, my love, why wouldn't it be working? Unless you did something you weren't supposed to do." Harry's voice grew more suspicious as he spoke.

"Who, me? Why ever would you think that?" Ginny answered a little too brightly. Harry just gave her a look that had her spilling everything in an instant. "Oh, darn you and your green eyes, Harry Potter. I can't get anything past you, can I? Well, I may or may not have added a little charm to the mix." Ginny gave him a bright smile.

Harry let out a slightly exasperated sigh. He looked at her, then at the door before looking at her once more. "What did you do?" the wizard inquired.

"Well, I had to make sure that it would work when we used it on Ron and George," Ginny replied sulkily.

"What would work, Gin?" Harry asked again.

"That they would be forced to dance as well as sing. One knows that you can't respond to a prank by simply repeating the same prank. It must go up a level. So we're going to have Ron and George not only serenade us, but give us a dance show as well," Ginny answered.

May 1999- Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch

"And with that goal by Ginny Weasley (soon to be Potter), the score is 210-90 Gryffindor over Hufflepuff," the announcer stated before gasping. "Look, there goes Potter in a steep dive. Has he seen the Snitch? It appears he has. Now Ives is trying desperately to catch Potter, but Potter's Firebolt appears to be too much as yes, Potter is holding the Snitch aloft. Gryffindor wins 360 to 90."

Harry, still holding the Snitch, flew over to his fiancée.

"Your Snitch, my lady," the Seeker exclaimed, bowing his head slightly before presenting Ginny with the tiny fluttering golden ball.

"Why, thank you, kind sir," the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain replied, fluttering her eyelashes. Giving up the act, Ginny threw her arms around Harry, screaming, "We won! We won!"

With Ginny threatening to pull them off their brooms, Harry grabbed both handles and gently guided them down to the ground. The brooms fell to the ground. Harry wrapped both arms around his fiancée and pulled her off her feet, swinging her in circles until she pounded on his shoulders with her fists, screaming at him to stop. The rest of the team joined them in their celebration, with everyone jumping on the others' backs and everyone toppling over onto the ground.

A discreet clearing of a throat brought their attention to the headmistress and the Quidditch Cup that she was holding in her hands. After the team had clamoured up off the ground, Headmistress McGonagall tapped her throat with her wand and started the presentation.

"It's with great pride, even though as headmistress I'm not supposed to have favourites that I present this Quidditch Cup to Gryffindor."

Receiving the Cup, Ginny hoisted it in the air with both hands before handing it over to her fiancé. The crowd roared along with Luna's lion hat. After passing the Cup around the team, Ginny presented it to their new Head of House, Hagrid.

It wasn't very long afterward that Ginny was pulled to the side by several Quidditch scouts, including the one from the Holyhead Harpies. The results of those talks would be something she shared only with Harry. The discussions, however, had given her ideas about when to enact the revenge on her brothers.