Disclaimer: No clue what this is (little (lot) cross-faded right now), I don't own Harry Potter or any of J.K. Rowling's characters. MILDLY SUGESSTIVE SEXUAL CONTENT IN LATER CHAPTERS. DON'T LIKE DONT READ. I encourage all reviews (my first story), but flames will fuel future stories ten times more twisted. Hints of RonxHermoine, HarryxHermoine, HarryxCho. Enjoy!
~fifth year, the end of the first DA meeting~
Twins' POV
~ten past nine~
George disarmed Zacharias Smith one last time, just for good measure, as the last echos of Harry's whistle and wands hitting the floor died out. He glanced over at Fred and matched his grin. The twins drew aside into a corner, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Harry's words filtered over their diliberations.
"That was pretty good..."
"I'll take Advertisement. You hit up the elves and Flitwick..." Fred nodded.
"Let's say next Wednesday night, then..."
"Saturday?"
"Saturday. We can use Plan Zeta to take care of Filch. Who's on duty?"
"Come on, we'd better get going."
"Sprout, she won't leave the greenhouses."
"Perfect."
The DA filtered out of the Room of Requirement in twos and threes, satisfied that a plan was made. One pair had a very different plan for the Room of Requirement.
AN: WOO introductory chapter! When reviewing, please keep in mind that I was cross-faded and listening to "Because I Got High" on max volume.