"The Ministry seems to have left us to our own devices. We've come up with various projects to occupy our time. Last, we were researching various Muggle weaponry that could be potentially used to protect or attack the Prime Minister during his visit. We were working on various defensive spells, in case he gets attacked while visiting Diagon Alley by his own kind. Our next line of research is the magical kinds: types of spells that could potentially be used and how we can defend against them. I've actually been working on something."
Ron got kind of sheepishly embarrassed, "It's something I've been tinkering with, with George's support. It's a bit like a howler, only for detecting specific magical spells. And it acts like an alarm that casts an automatic defensive spell. I'm still messing about with it, but the boys think it will be very effective. Come on, you want to swim before you dive into that book?"
Ron turned to look at Hermione, wanting to have some fun with her in the water before laying about, relaxing in the sun. He hopped up, "Come on, 'Mione! Last one in the water is a rotten dragon's egg! And I AM going to get your name tattooed on me somewhere," he said with a devilish grin, "Only it will be somewhere you won't see until you.......until you see me with not a stitch on!"
His grin was broad as he began to race towards the beach, hoping that she would chase after him, to clobber him or at least chew him out a bit more.