A/N: So this is a story. Something that's always got me wondering… and chances are you've considered it once or twice too. Just a one-shot, borderline drabble. And yes, I am in fact writing this instead of finishing all my other stories. Sue me.

Disclaimer: I am merely a beloved fan of the Harry Potter series, and do not claim ownership of it.

So yeah. Onwards!

It started out as an overall normal night. Well, as normal as you can get when you go to a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. (Which is to say that the night was not normal in the slightest.) Now, on this particular non-normal night, Fred and George Weasley were sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, doing absolutely nothing suspicious. Nothing suspicious at all. Nothing… at all… They definitely weren't plotting any pranks. No pranks at all… And there's no way on this perfectly non-normal night that they were looking at a map.

Especially not the Marauders Map.

At least, that's what they say if you would have asked them.

"Now look here," Fred pointed to a spot on the map. "If we go down towards that corridor—"

George, however, stopped him in mid sentence. "No way." He gaped at the map. "No way!" He repeated, with even more gusto.

"What? Would you rather set it off towards the dungeons?"

"No," George grabbed the map from Fred's hands, before gently spreading it out across the table. "It's not that. Look here." He folded over a section of the map, and pointed to a new spot. "See anything suspicious?"

Fred glanced at it, before saying, "That's just one of the boy's dorm rooms. Nothing exciting or prank-worthy there anyways. Unless… cf course... you're deciding to set one off in Ron's room?"

George sighed in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. "Look closer! Merlin, how did we not notice this before?!"

Fred stared at where George's finger was pointing for a long while, before getting a confused look on his face. "Well that's not normal."

"Not normal?! Not normal? It's… it's… What does it mean, anyway?" George asked, now that Fred was finally starting to understand the situation at hand.

The two brothers looked at each other for a long time. Then they both casually swept their eyes around the room. Almost everyone was already in bed. Fantastic. Fred leaned in towards George, and said in a soft tone, "It means Ron is currently sharing a bed with a boy named Peter Pettigrew. That's what it means."

After a five beat silence, they both burst out laughing. The kind of loud, booming laughter that comes after hearing something ridiculously, hilariously, insane.

"Come to think of it," George said, "I'm pretty sure I've seen that name on the map a lot. Most of the time just hanging around… or on top of… Ron's name…"

"Do you think?"

"Ron?"

"And him?"

"Naw." They both said, in unison.

"He couldn't."

"But what if—"

"Should we?"

"Look into it? I don't know if I want to!"

"Lets just let this one sort itself out… I kind of want to see where it leads."

"I think we know where it leads… if you know what I mean."

And that, my friends, is how the Weasley Twins jumped to the conclusion that Ron had been sharing a bed with a man named Peter Pettigrew every night, and didn't think to share that knowledge with anyone.

Good going, boys.

So yes, I guess you could say that it was, in fact, just another not-so-normal night at Hogwarts.

A/N: So… Thoughts?

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Lots of love,

-Awesomegirl13