A/N: So I watched the spoof video of Harry Potter as a teen comedy and it inspired this nugget. It was going into The Collection but I wanted it as a one shot. It's a little longer than them. Well maybe it isn't, never mind!

Enjoy this odd pairing... is it a pairing, maybe?!


"What, exactly are you buying that for Miss Vane?" A voice startled her, causing the pink bottle to slip from her grasp and a hand shot out to catch it. "Or should I say, who exactly are you buying that for Miss Vane?"

She looked up with a start at a pair of laughing brown eyes.

"I, er I… what's it do with you Weasley?" She stammered, caught in his smile for a moment.

"Well someone has caught your eye Miss Vane, shall I guess who?" He hummed and glanced around the shop surveying the gaggle of students.

"Perhaps it is for Mr Longbottom, he will certainly flourish in the last years of school… or perhaps it is Mr Creevey, do you have a taste for the quiet ones?" He wondered aloud, by this point she had crossed her arms over her chest and was frowning at him. "Well it is not the quiet ones, perhaps it is those such as Dean Thomas or Seamus Finnigan, boisterous young men?" He was mocking her now and she knew it. "It's unlikely to be my brother." The twin had spotted his youngest brother with his two besties at the far end of the store.

"Can I have the potion now? Stopping customers from buying your merchandise is hardly profitable..." She questioned the Weasley twin with an arched eyebrow and was rewarded with a warm rich chuckle.

"Okay Vane, I will give it to you for free. If you can guess which twin I am." He smiled and her face dropped.

"How is that even possible?" She cried out and he shrugged. She frowned at him, staring minutely at his laughing face for a couple of minutes and sighed, defeated.

"Can I just go and buy the damn potion now please?" She held her hand out for the vial and the twin held it aloft.

"One guess Vane, you've got a fifty-fifty chance." He dangled the bottle. She knew she should just grab an identical bottle from the basin in front of them but something stopped her from doing this. She liked sparring with the Weasley, he was funny, if a trifle irritating.

"You promise you tell me if I get it right?" He nodded at her request, making a quick promise cross over his heart and her brow furrowed once again. Suddenly she smiled. "You're Gred." She smirked and was pleasantly surprised to hear the laugh pulled from the man before her again.

"I am Forge I am afraid. Looks like you're paying for this one." He winked and bowed to her once before vanishing off to the depths of the shop.

She huffed out a breath and shrugged. She should have known she could never beat the Weasley twins at their own game – the pair of them were known as the Kings of Wit and she could barely keep up to the patter between the two of them. Almost going to put the bottle down she glanced over to where the two now stood together, their loud voices calling out different products for students to buy and one glanced back to her and winked again.

Sod it she was getting the potion.

Maybe she'd be able to get Granger off Potter's back and enjoy her year at Hogwarts as the Chosen One's girlfriend… it'd be worth the glory for the brief time.