Ron looked up from his new edition of 'Weekly Quidditch Results,' at the sound of his brother's voice. He gazed at his brothers for a moment, and then closed the magazine and left it on the spot he'd been sitting. He had been trying to read it, but was a bit distracted by the odd random thoughts flitting about his head. Thus far he'd pondered the state of his new navy robes, the thought of Quidditch practice in the morning and a new strategy he'd like to try, the homework he knew he needed to start on after lunch or it was literally never getting done and the smoothness of Hermione's lips. He'd thought about that too many times this week, and found himself pondering other girls' lips as well so that he'd embarrassed himself for gazing blankly at some random girl. He had hoped Hermione hadn't noticed; the whole kissing thing in the Library had not come up in conversation, and luckily for Ron, Harry had been a bit distracted and not pulled him aside to give him the third degree.
Ron moved to an empty chair, and looked expectantly into first Fred and then George's face, "What's up?"