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Ch.1

Fred and George Weasly did a jig around the common room. They had sold their 200th stink bomb, especially made to make even the dirtiest of men cringe, and plus, it was only the 10th day of selling them.

"This calls for some butterbear!" George cried.

Hermione, Ron and Harry entered the room. "Forget it Goerge, little Miss.Prefect just came in," Fred sighed.

"Actually, I've resigned," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

Fred cleaned out his right ear with his pinky. "Hey, George, did I just hear what I though I heard?"

"Perfect Prefect resigned?" George laughed.

"Come off it, guys," Harry said, but meanwhile, trying to hold back laughs, for Fred and George were still prancing around, arm in arm.

"It's to stressful. I need to spend my time studying," Hermione explained.

"Studying your boyfriends, more like it," George taunted.

"Both are in the room and know each other's been hitting on her but say nothing about it!" Fred continued.

"Ey' Fred, do you think they hit on each other as well?"

Harry and Ron flushed. "Shut up!"

Fred and George stopped dancing. "What?" They said in unison. "We're just getting used to actually insulting Miss. Granger and yourselves without getting detention."

"Lot'll good that'll do. You'll get detentions some way or another," Ron replied.

"Speaking of detentions..."Fred laughed,

"I think we have one in .5 seconds with old Snapey," George finished.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione rolled their eyes.

"Ey' Mione' we need your time turner thingy," George commanded, and stopped dancing. He held out his hand.

"No."

"Please?" Fred begged, holding his hand out next to George's.

"No."

"We'll give you free stuff," George bribed.

"No."

"Don't make us use force!" They both said in unison.

"Whatever," was her reply. "You can't get it anyway."

"And why not?" They demanded.

"It's under my blouse, and gentlemen like you two shouldn't reach there," she giggled. Ron and Harry flushed, but George and Fred smiled.

"Ey' Harry, you get it." Fred demanded.

"Why me?"

"Cause you've been down there before." George explained, making Hermione and Harry get so red they looked...really red. Harry takled George and pulled his ear.

"You take it back!" He cried, pulling his ear hard.

"Fred! Little help!" George shrieked.

"Uh-uh, George. You'd better take it back."

George laughed. "Alright I take it back." Harry got up, and Geoge sat upright. "What about you, Ron?"