Author Note: Written around 17/02/08. sugar_fey gave me the prompt tempt not a desperate man from Romeo and Juliet.
Temptation
Ron eyed the plate of biscuits. It was three whole hours until dinner and Mum wouldn't let him near the kitchen, even though he'd woken up late and missed lunch. (She would have let Harry, if he was here. She would have made him a late lunch all for himself.)
"I don't think he's hungry after all," said George.
"Little Ronikins must be sick," said Fred and he pulled the plate he'd been waving under Ron's nose back towards himself.
"No! No, wait."
He really was hungry and it wasn't like Fred and George had ever pranked food before. Well, they had, but it had been pranks along the lines of putting things in food, like worms and stuff, not pranking the actual food. It wasn't like the twins had been cooking up in their room or anything.
It was just one innocent looking custard cream.