Left- nothing. Right- still nothing. Good! The coast was clear…I tip-toed my way down to the Gryffindor common room as quietly as I could and scanned the dimly lit room. The scarlet cushions on the couch were untouched and empty, and the large, red and gold banners with the lion crest on it had no bumps in it indicating a hiding Weasley… My moment to strike was now!

"Hehe, good thing the boys can't come to our dorm rooms…" I snickered, placing a hand on the doorknob of the 5th year boys' door, turning it every so quietly, and stepping inside. My eyes had already adjusted to the dark, so I could spot the pair of gingers easily.

I crouched down and wriggled my way between their beds, up to their pillows, and pulled out a sack of dungbombs from beneath my jacket. The smell was terrible, but it wasn't strong enough to wake them up… yet. Quickly and quietly, I stuffed 2 or 3 dungbombs underneath George Weasley's pillow, then turned to sabotage Fred's.

A pair of big brown eyes stared back at me, sparkling like they do when Fred grins. "A bit late to be up, ain't it?"

"Was just putting these…" I broke eye contact and looked down at the dungbombs in my hand, then back up at him. A sheepish grin spread across my face. "You caught me."

George apparently was awake too! He leaned over and looked at me in a profile view, dropping the other smelly sacks in my lap. "You forgot these -"

I laughed a bit nervously, "Yeah, thanks…". The twins and I had been in a pranking war ever since they caught me chatting with Peeves casually, unlike everyone else. They figured I was a genius when it came to pranking and challenged me.

"Looks like we win today," Fred stretched a bit, sitting up. "That makes it 17 days of servitude you owe us," he grinned.

Loser serves winner for a day.

George kicked out his left foot and wriggled his toes beside my face. "I think I'll require a foot massage in the morning-"

I haven't beaten them since the day they challenged me.

I half chuckled, half gagged at the smell. "Okay okay, you got it!" I exclaimed, though in a hushed whisper.

Why?

"Well anyway, good night you two," I smiled at them, then headed back to the door.

"Good night Ami - " they chorused, and the sound made my heart skip a beat.

I adore them.

a/n. Hi, I'm a Fred and George obsessed person! I hope you like it so far, please review if you would like me to continue :]