Author's note: to those who have read my other fanfiction (Forced).

Even if the characters are same in both of them. The stories are completely UNRELATED.

Also, Jade Lestrange is inspired by Misaki Ayuzawa of Kaichou Wa Maid-sama.

I do not own Harry Potter or Fairy Tail.

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It will boost me up for the next chapter.

George Weasley sighed as he leaned his head back against the giant Oak Tree. The autumn wind ruffled his red hair as he watched the students of Hogwarts enjoying their lunch break. It was the start of another magical year yet the last one for Fred and George. After which they will be known as fully-qualified wizards and nobody would be able to shoo them away just because 'they were not old enough'. Not that it had ever stopped them before. But that's another story.

Ah….it all started for them here, where they were allowed the first amount of freedom, where there was no mum to scold them. In its own way, the school had become a part of them. A thrilling experience they'll never forget. But they would leave it very soon.

However, they did not have the time to feel nostalgic, as seventh-year didn't come without head-splitting and back-breaking homework, tests, revision; along with the main course.

A suitable example was sitting right across him, frantically trying to finish Snape's two- thousand word essay; which was due in the double Potions they had right after lunch. George might have been looking in a mirror, if it wasn't for the bowed head, frowning lips and the uncharacteristic expression of utmost concentration on Fred Weasley's face.

Fred scratched his head with his quill, his frown deepening, "How should I end this….?" He mumbled in confusion.

The chuckle George had been holding back for a while broke through. He couldn't help but be amused at his twin's predicament. His happiness was more because of the fact that he had already completed the particular homework last night (With a little help from Alicia Spinnet, one of the brighter students of his year.)

Fred did not respond, for he knew where it would go from here. While they were mostly together in annoying everyone else, neither twin missed a chance to tease the other.

Force of habit.

"You know~", George drawled from his seat, knowing that his identical twin was deliberately ignoring him.

He smirked when Fred stiffened slightly, a movement that would have been unnoticed by others, but not by his twin.

"~it wouldn't have been so bad if you had more time."

"…."

"Like a whole night."

"…"

Nevertheless, neither was able to keep their upper-hand in teasing for long.

The red-head could sense Fred's scowl burning through the parchment and he felt his own leer growing.

"Ah…but I remember you being busy with-"

"Shut it George." An annoyed voice cut him off." You're starting to sound like our dear Hermione."

George's grin fell almost immediately to be replaced by a glower. Fred gave him smug look before returning to finish his work, while the events of last night swum through his twin's mind.

They had been testing their latest, and completely safe joke products in the Gryffindor common room, when the new prefect; Hermione Granger had stepped in, confiscated all their merchandise and threatened to write to their mother.

All they were doing was business! It wasn't against the law! But the paranoid muggle-born had snatched the stock away, disregarding all the sweat and blood poured into it.

Honestly, it was like having a junior Mrs. Weasley around.

The red-head felt boredom and aggravation take over him again and he frowned. The first week of school hadn't even ended and he already wanted to be far from here. None of his years at this school had started so bad. He really needed something to lighten his spirits.

And there was only one way to do that.

"Fred.", he called out in an abnormally serious tone.

The twin's response was an irritated "hmm", never taking his eyes off his work. Unusual though this behavior was, George understood the need. They couldn't afford a detention this early in the year. All this in an attempt to 'cool' down their mother before they finally open their hard-earned Joke shop. Not that it could make a lot of difference, but at least they could say that they tried.

"Let's prank someone.''

The distinct sound of a quill dropping told George that he had struck gold. He turned his face to Fred who was looking at him with a shadow of a smirk on his face and a twinkle of interest in his eyes. When he spoke next his voice was calm but George could discern the excitement hidden in it.

"Really? Who?"

"Someone new."

"Someone who would give a nice reaction." his twin envisaged with him, dreamy expressions adorning their appearances.

"So-''

"FULLBUSTER!"

The startled red-heads turned to witness a commotion near the lake, which had now gained attention of all the students in the grounds. They saw a completely naked boy save for his dark blue boxers, namely Gray Fullbuster, cowering under the glare of a dark-haired Slytherin seventh-year and Hogwarts' newest Head Girl; Jade Lestrange.

Now, most of the school had become accustomed to the scenario of an unclothed man running around in their midst, even if at first it had become such a huge scandal that boys with cameras and giggling girls used to be around Gray at all times. Furthermore, there wasn't even one soul in the school, dead or living; that didn't know him. Gray had vainly tried to reason that since he had transferred from a much colder region, Hogwarts became too hot for him, so he unconsciously stripped. The ever- benevolent Headmaster had accepted this logic and at least the teachers had stopped bothering him.

The exception.

Jade Lestrange.

This being her last year and her only year as Head Girl, Jade was adamant on upholding and maintaining the school decorum at all costs. This meant complete efficiency in all her duties, top grades and an alarmingly aggressive attitude towards rule-breakers. Fred and George hadn't crossed paths with her yet, as they had decided to behave this term.

But as the bell signaling the end of the break rang and they saw the Slytherin hurrying off to class, pausing only to threaten Gray that if she saw him without clothes again, she would personally glue them to him; George decided that they would be seeing her again quite soon.

Even if she was a demonic Slytherin who had authority, (which mind you was a very dangerous combination), they were professionals in making trouble and never getting caught. It was seven years whole worth of experience they gained by running and hiding from Filch since they stepped foot into the castle.

They were the legendary Masters of Mischief.

Turning his face towards his twin, he was pleased to see his crafty grin being emulated perfectly.

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