Okay, I'm sorry this took so long to update. I'm also working on two other fanfictions that I'm putting up soon. One of them is a Seamus/Lavender, which I simply adore now, and the other is a Lupin/Tonks, because the other one I was writing about them really sucked. So check those out when they're up. A big thank you to my two reviewers, and to anyone who's reading and didn't review. I just enjoy people reading. (: Anyway, here's chapter two. Hope it doesn't disappoint. R&R, por favor. (:

Fred found his brother back in their dormitory with Lee Jordan, both of them sitting on George's bed and staring at the tiny bottle that George was holding in his hands. It was like they were entranced by it, and Fred didn't want to break their concentration. He was just glad that George hadn't taken it yet. With George under a love potion, Fred would only have Lee Jordan left to help him pull pranks, and he just couldn't handle not pulling pranks with his brother. They didn't even notice that he had come in, and Fred walked over to them calmly and took the bottle out of George's hands. They both looked up at him and then eyed the bottle again, and Fred cracked a small grin.

"You don't have to test it. Neville and Loony Lovegood tested it, and it's working fine," he told them.

"Are you sure?" George asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did they tell you that it was working fine?"

Fred stared at his brother like he was the stupidest person in the world. "Why would they tell me that? Once they're under love potion, they can't really think for themselves, can they?"

"Well, excuse me for just making sure-"

"Guys!" Lee exclaimed, stepping in between Fred and George and pushing them apart. The twins didn't typically fight a lot, but when they did, it usually got really ugly. "Let's just accept the fact that as soon as that love potion wears off of Luna and Neville and they're as safe as can be, you two can start selling it to students. Of course, we'll have to watch out for Umbridge, but I'm not too worried about that."

The twins agreed, and then they all set off to the empty common room where they would all resume work on Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes up until people started coming back up from dinner. It had been nearly a month since they had gotten to school, and none of them had even bothered to do their homework until the day that it was due. All of the other people in their year were loaded down with homework from all of their classes, but the twins and Lee didn't really care. Why did they need Muggle Studies or Care of Magical Creatures or any of their other classes when they fully intended on starting a joke shop as soon as they got out of school? Even Lee didn't care much for anything at school. He planned on working with Fred and George, or perhaps commentating at Quidditch games in his spare time. Teachers always told them that the schoolwork that they were doing was meant to help them with their future careers. Well, the three boys were helping themselves with their future career.

They stopped talking about budget and finances when they heard the portrait open and Ron and Hermione walk in bickering, as usual. They didn't bother to quickly hide their products or anything because they knew that they weren't breaking rules and Hermione couldn't punish them if they weren't doing anything wrong. But as the two prefects moved closer to them, they all turned to watch in amusement.

"He was a first year, Ron! You can't just call first years names and expect them not to cry!"

"How was I supposed to know that he was going to cry?"

Hermione opened her mouth to retaliate, but she stopped when she noticed the three boys on the couch watching her. She blushed a little and walked away from Ron, who was still standing in the same spot he was and looking utterly confused. Hermione was a rather hard person to understand. "And what do you three think you're doing?" she asked, her mouth pursed into a thin line.

"Oh, you know. What we usually do with our time. Plan a few jokes, sell a few products, set a few prices…" George named off with a grin. He knew that it was killing her to know that they were almost breaking the rules but not quite, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Hermione crossed her arms and her eyes went wide for a split second, and then she calmed slightly. "Well, good," she said in an oddly high-pitched voice. "Have fun with that. I'm going to bed."

"But it's only eight o'clock," Ron said, but Hermione was already long gone up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. Ron waited for a response, but there was none. He looked over at his brothers and Lee, and they all cracked a smile. They all loved to get under Hermione's skin.

After the common room filled more with fifth years who were all working together on their O.W.L.s, Fred, George, and Lee retired to their dormitory and continued their work there. But no matter how much they worked, the nagging thought about the love potion wouldn't leave their minds. They wanted to go check on Neville just to make sure that he was okay. And they wanted to start selling it. That would probably be their most popular product.

"Maybe we should just go to bed," Lee said after sitting in silence with the twins for a while. "And then we can work on all of this tomorrow, maybe pull a couple of pranks…"

"Yeah…" Fred agreed.

They all began to undress and change into their pajamas, and then they stowed all of their Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes information away for the night. Fred climbed into bed quickly and stared at the ceiling, wondering if he needed to go down the hall and check on Neville, but then he decided against it. George walked around the room a little, obviously in deep thought, and then he headed over to his nightstand and grabbed a bottle of water. As he started to drink from it, something in his body started to change. His mind started to become blank, except for this one tiny thought in the back. Where was Katie Bell? He suddenly had the urge to see her, just to see her. And admire her. She was so beautiful.

"George?" Fred said, shooting up in bed to look at his brother, who suddenly had a lopsided grin and a slouched posture. "George, are you okay?"

Lee turned on the light beside his bed and looked over at his best friend, wondering what could possibly be going on. And then his eyes landed on the nightstand, where George had just dropped an empty vial and it shattered. He had drunk the love potion, not water, which was still sitting untouched on the nightstand. "Fred, he drank the love potion!"

Fred clambered out of bed as fast as he could, getting tangled up in his sheets and falling in the floor before finally getting to his feet and walking over to George, who was staring blankly at the wall. "What? He didn't put anyone's hair or anything in it, did he? So it shouldn't work, right?"

Lee frowned and climbed out of bed as well. "Actually, he went down to the Quidditch pitch and looked for hair on one of the Gryffindor uniforms. Angelina's number three, right?"

Fred's eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head. "No, that's Katie Bell…did he think it was Angelina?"

"I don't know!" Lee exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. "I don't know what's going on! What do we do? There's no reversal for it. It has to wear off."

Fred sighed and placed a hand over his face in exasperation. He had no idea what they were supposed to do. It had crossed his mind while inventing the potion to make another potion to reverse the symptoms, but they had never invented it. Now they were stuck with a lovesick George for an unknown amount of time. "Georgie?" he called, waving a hand in front of George's face. "Can you hear me?"

"Mmm," George replied, though his eyes were not focused on Fred. "Has anyone seen Katie Bell?"

Fred and Lee glanced at each other, and then they both looked back at George. "George, it's time to go to bed," Lee said. "Do you need help? Can you do it?" He felt like he was talking to a baby, and he rolled his eyes.

When George didn't make a move, Fred grabbed his arm and dragged him into his bed, forcing him down until George was still and silent, staring up at the ceiling. "You can see Katie tomorrow," Fred said with a sigh. "Go to sleep, and then you can talk to her at breakfast."

"Okay," George responded, and the room was silent again. Lee and Fred both heaved a sigh, and they headed back to their beds and turned the lights off.

None of them got any sleep that night. George stayed awake and muttered something every few minutes, which caused Fred and Lee to stay awake. When the sun shone through the window and met their eyes, Fred and Lee groaned and rolled over, not wanting to get out of bed and go to class. George, however, didn't care, and he fell out of bed and walked lazily around the room, searching for clean robes to change into. Fred and Lee watched him carefully, making sure that he didn't fall over or something. Love potion pretty much got rid of one's entire brain function, it seemed.

The three of them walked down to breakfast together, stopping occasionally for George to admire some of the paintings along the way. It seemed that all at once everything in the world was happy and beautiful. Fred and Lee had to drag him down the stairs, and by the time they reached the Great Hall, breakfast was nearly over.

"Katie Bell!" George exclaimed as he rushed down the aisle to the girl that he didn't mean to fall in love with. She looked up in surprise, for George Weasley hardly ever sounded that happy to see her, and she was wrapped in a tight embrace. "Katie, I'm just so happy to see you. How have you been? Are you doing good?"

Katie glanced over at Fred and Lee in confusion, her eyebrow raised, and then she noticed that everyone in the Hall seemed to have her eyes on her. "I'm doing fine, now get off of me," she said gruffly, shoving George's arms off of her and turning back to her breakfast.

But George just sat beside her and stared at her, a dreamy gaze in his eyes. Katie ignored him for a long while, but then she turned to him and whacked him on the shoulder. "What is your problem?" she yelled, and she heard a few of her friends snicker.

George leaned over and buried his nose in her hair. Katie's eyes widened, and she leaned away from him. "Your hair smells wonderful, Katie," he said airily. "Is that a new shampoo you're using? Your hair is so soft-"

"I'm going to class," Katie interrupted him, shoving his face back as she grabbed her books and got up from the table.

"Great! I'll walk you to it!" George exclaimed as he followed after her.

Fred and Lee watched from a distance as Katie kicked him and yelled swear words at him, and they could still hear them as they exited the Hall. They had no idea how long that potion was going to last, but they had a feeling that Katie was going to have an even worse time than the two remaining pranksters were.

"Hem, hem." Someone coughed from behind them, a tiny, fake cough that could only mean that the pink-clad Ministry hag had spotted the whole scene with George and Katie.

Fred and Lee turned to face her, wide smirks on their faces, for they were two of the very few students who were not afraid of Umbridge. It seemed that the whole Hall had gone silent. "Hello, Professor," Fred said in an all-too-polite voice. "Fancy seeing you here."

Umbridge's toad-like face contorted into a look of pure disgust, as if she had just eaten a bad fly, and then she smiled a sweet smile that was about as fake as her little coughs. "Mr. Weasley, what was that rather curious occurrence between your brother and Miss Bell?"

"Oh, that?" Fred asked innocently, glancing at Lee and grinning. "Oh, you see, George and Katie are deeply in love. They just have a funny way of showing it. You can't break up true love, Professor."

Umbridge scowled, her face contorted once more, and then she stalked away as if nothing had happened. The students began chattering again as soon as she was back at the staff table, and Fred and Lee took their spots at the Gryffindor table for breakfast, even though they knew they only had about five minutes to eat.

"Look," Lee said as he pointed to the Ravenclaw table and shoved some eggs into his mouth. "It's Longbottom."

Fred looked up and saw that, indeed, Neville was seated at the Ravenclaw table next to Loony Lovegood. They were holding hands and just talking, and Fred smiled to himself. At least it still hadn't killed them yet. And then he wondered why this love potion made Neville and Luna act one way and George another. Maybe it depended on the sort of personality a person had. He wasn't sure. And then his attention was directed down the table to where Ron, Harry, and Hermione were sitting. Hermione had her Defense Against the Dark Arts book open with a sort of glare in her eyes, while Ron was cramming every bit of food he could find into his mouth. Harry was ignoring both of them, it seemed, because he looked rather angry about something just as Hermione did, and then Hermione looked up and started arguing with Ron about something. Ron looked up at her and said something back, but Fred couldn't make out what the conversation was about. Both of them looked about ready to kill each other, though.

"It's so obvious they love each other," he said, glancing over at Lee. "I mean, they fight all the time. It makes me so mad every time she's over at our house. They think they're alone and they start acting all sweet toward each other, and then someone bursts in, and they start yelling at each other again. It's completely mad." And then he stopped to consider everything that he had said. He got a twinkle in his eyes that only appeared when he developed a brilliant idea. And he had indeed just developed a brilliant idea. "Lee, I know what we're going to do today. But first, we need to snatch some hair from two certain people and go get that love potion."