A/N: Okay, so anyway I truly don't know where I got this idea, so if anyone else has done it, I swear I didn't steal your idea! Please read and don't forget to review. Thanks, Ty. :)
Chapter One
"Look at 'em!" Ron hissed across the table. He, Harry and Hermione were all eating dinner in the Great Hall. Ron was staring at his twin brothers, Fred and George, who were whispering privately to each other.
"What about them?" Harry asked, taking a spoonful of mashed potatoes.
"They're up to something." Ron replied, not taking his eyes of his brothers. "Like last year when they were blackmailing Bagman."
"Oh come off it Ron." Hermione said, laughing. "They're probably planning their joke shop. It is their last year you know. They'll be out in the real world next year."
Ron didn't seem persuaded. Her took a last bit of steak and went down to where Fred and George were sitting.
"Yes?" George asked, looking up.
"What are you two planning?" Ron asked, trying to sound casual.
"Take a hike, Ron." Fred snapped.
"Listen," Ron began, "I know you're up to something. Just tell me and get it over with."
"It only concerns Fred, dad and me." Said George.
"Only dad doesn't know about it..." Fred added with a grin.
With that they stood up from they table and walked off, still whispering anxiously.
"But wait-" Ron called after them, "If you get dad into anymore trouble, he could lose his job."
"So what's the verdict?" Harry asked, when Ron slumped back down into his seat.
"They wouldn't say. I'm worried; they've got dad involved. He's already on his last string at work. I know they wouldn't do anything on purpose but..." he trailed off.
"So how are you going to figure out what's up?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know," Ron muttered.
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The three of them sat in the common room that night, slaving over a nasty potion's essay. Harry had his quill between his teeth, filling through his book trying to find the right measurements of spider legs for an anti-burn potion.
"Snape is pure evil." Ron muttered, stretching.
"Just figure that out?" Harry mumbled, after he took the quill from his mouth.
"Ah, look whose being sneaky again," Hermione whispered.
She pointed at two armchairs in the corner. Fred and George were occupying them, obviously planning something like they were at dinner.
"Something's up." Harry said slowly. "They're not even playing Exploding Snap with Lee Jordan."
"No kidding. We need to get them to tell us. Hey Harry, how about you use the invisibility cloak and go over and see what they're talking about?"
"That wouldn't work," Hermione stated, "You'd hear half the conversation. You need to talk to them one on one, or two on one, without them knowing it's you of course."
"Oh, Polyjuice Potion!" Ron exclaimed, "I could turn into one of the twins."
"Ron," this time it was Harry squashing Ron's dreams, "Polyjuice takes a month to make and we'd have to steal from Snape again.'
"Besides, you're making a huge deal out of nothing." Hermione said.
"My dad could lose his job." Ron hissed, "We're already poor enough."
"Looks like they'd tell Angelina anything." Harry observed, watching the twins talk with their teammate.
"Well, you know them, they'd tell a pretty girl anything-" Ron stopped mid-sentence. A wicked grin cracked across his face, which peered up at Hermione.
"What?" Hermione asked nervously, she saw the smile on Harry's face, who had just understood, "no, oh no. No way!"
"C'mon Hermione!" Ron begged, "They'd tell you. Especially if you looked like you did last year at the Yule Ball."
"Yeah," Harry agreed.
Hermione blushed. "So you're saying that I make myself pretty, seduce your brothers, and get them to tell me what they're planning?"
"Exactly." Ron said happily.
"You're mad!" Hermione yelled.
"Oh come on Hermione." Harry said, "We know you could do it." He thought for a moment, "You're so smart, clever, beautiful..." He said sweetly.
"Oh shut up!" Hermione snapped. "I'll do it; I'll do it."
A/N: I hope you liked :) It's so different for me. Next chapter should be out pretty soon. Please review, I'll feel loved! Love Ty.