A.N. Hello, readers. This is my very first HP fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it. I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I claim I do. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling. Read and Review, please!~

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Well, maybe George had planned it to, secretly. But as for me, my intentions were completely harmless... Unless Hermione didn't like our poor Ronald a bit. In which case, we made a major misfire, and wound up with a messy outcome. But really, everyone could tell they were "made" for each other.

So, here's how it went:

George and I were playing chess. Wizard chess, of course. Why on Earth would we be playing bloody muggle chess? But, never mind that tidbit of information, let's get back to what I was saying before. While we were playing chess in the Gryffindor Common Room, our doltish kid brother came in, ranting madly about how girls were crazy, and when me and Georgie were about to ask what the Hell had gone on, Hermione came in, shouted a bit, then ran out to the Girls' Dorm. Ron, of course, being the idiot he was(And still is, regrettably) didn't chase after her or anything, and just gave up and went to his dormroom.

And then we knew we had to do something.

We'd always wanted Ron and Hermione to get together. Well, maybe just me, like I said before. I'm not sure if George was so into the idea of being matchmaker with those particular two. So, anyway, we snuck into Snape's storage closet to get the ingrediants we needed. Our plan was simple enough, although maybe a bit flawed. We'd brew a Love Potion(A weak version, of course) and slip it into whatever they were drinking at private time, and they'd fall in love, and when it wore off, they would've realized the good traits in each other, and end up together. But, nothing ever goes the way it's planned.(Except for when it does)

We'd waited, me and George, until the first Hogsmede trip of the season until our plan went into action. We'd alerted all the classmates we could get our mitts on that there was something going on in the opposite direction, so that when Ron and Hermione had settled down with two mugs off butterbeer, I had to do my part.(Which, incedently, is the reason for this mess.) And for once, I was glad Harry wasn't there to keep Ronny and 'Mione from tearing each other's throats out.. We didn't need anything going wrong with our plan.

So, all I had to do was disract my little brother, and his girlfriend-to-be. And there was no better way to do that then make Ron jealous. So, I began to flirt with Hermione. And I was suprised enough to find she flirted back. And in front of Ron, too! I suppose that it was meant to make him jealous, just like I was trying to, but he's always been too dim to see anything like that.

"Hey, why don't we ditch ikle Ronnykins, 'Mione?" I stared straight at Ron as I said it, mentally screaming at him, 'Stand up for yourself, Baby brother! You're so dumb!'. But of course, be just sat in his chair, brooding. He glared across the room at a window.(At a view that wasn't even that good, really. But he stared like the meaning of life was written on it.)

Then of course, I actually had to escort Hermione a bit away, because she seriously agreed. Which is something I don't get. She should've said something more Granger-ish than, "I suppose that could be fun. Let's go on, then." I was hoping there'd be a polite, "That's not very appropriate, Fred..." And an embarassed blush. But again, things didn't go very well.

And Hermione and I had slipped into a bit of a forced and akward conversation.(You know how girls are. Or maybe you don't. Or maybe you are a girl and you know all the stupid girlish secrets. And if you do, then you should share them, and help the rest of mankind, please.) But while I was speaking with Granger, George had finally help up his part of our plan, and slipped the drinks in. So, I casually said something along the lines of, "It'd be a shame to waste a good glass, 'Mione. Drink up," as I scooted away from her direct view of Ron.

Which, at that exact moment, George had tripped over his untied shoelace(Stupid bloke, my twin) and into me. Which Hermione Granger, the girl meant to fall for our brother, watched almost intently as she drank the spiked butterbeer. And then her face twisted into this dreamy, smitten look, and she came nearer to us.

And my entire mind went, "Oh, fuck this!"