Disclaimer: Nope, read the first chapter, they weren't mine then, and they still aren't (though I STILL really want Sirius)

A/N- Thanks for all the lovely people who reviewed, I tried to get this up as fast as I could, and in doing so did not pay attention in physics… Alls fair in love and gravity… And now onto the story…

Chapter 2: The trouble's just beginning

" Who wants cookies?!" Fred and George screamed as the group of them piled into the kitchen Hermione had just cleaned, right after a three-hour impromptu Quiddich match. She now sat in a large chair, reading and rather enjoying the silence, when they came barging in.

" I don't think so," She said, without looking up until she had marked the place in her book. They had already begun to track mud into the clean kitchen with them and sweat dripped everywhere. " Shower, all of you. Then we can check Fred and George's cookies for anything dangerous." She said, her voice was authoritative, and she sounded like the Prefect she once was.

The twins shot her a double set of puppy dog eyes, to which she scowled at. " Shower" She ordered.

" Want to join us?" Fred asked (Or was it George) " We'd love your company" George added (Maybe it was Fred) She simply glared at them and pointed toward the stairs.

Eventually they had all showered, and after enjoying a nice lunch, provide by the house elves, they sat around the table." Can we have the cookies now Mother?" Fred asked immediately.

" Kinky Fred" His twin responded. Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed, these boys never let up, and she had another nine weeks and six days with them. " Fine" She said eventually. " You guys can have these infamous cookies, but" She looked at Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Oliver and Lee, and (to her disappointment) Sirius was not there. "Don't say I didn't warn you"

And the boys, being boys, rushed to the plate that the Twins had brought out, and proceeded to stuff as many cookies as they could into their mouths. The plate kept refilling itself and the cookies kept on coming.

She heard a small hiccup and a pop. She looked over at Harry, but he remained physically unchanged, then a small hiccup and pop from Ron, who also didn't change, then Draco, and Seamus and Dean, until eventually all of them had under gone their ' transformations'.

Just as they finished, Sirius walked in from his shower. His hair was dripping wet, and droplets glistened as they fell on his chest, open for the world to see from behind the cover of an unbuttoned button down shirt. She could see every muscle, every tattoo, and, she winced, every scar.

She was so memorized by his breath taking beauty, that she didn't see him walk toward the table, and grab and devour a handful of cookies, as well as undergoing his own ' transformation'.

About five minutes too late she shouted " No, Sirius, Don't do it:" But by then of course he already had, and the trick in the cookies had begun to set in.

" You didn't seem to mind last night," he whispered. Though she already had a sneaking suspicion, she stormed over to the twins and " WHAT.DID.YOU.DO?" she demanded.

" Your mom" They said in unison, grinning like Cheshire cats. " At the same time"

She was the smartest witch of her age, and for a very good reason. She had no doubt in her mind as to what they had done to the cookies. " BUT HOW DID YOU GET A PERVERSION POTION??"

The twins began to giggle. " Looks like she's going to pop" Fred said, as Hermione began to turn a rather intimidating shade of red. " That's not the only thing about her that may pop tonight" George added. The two of them thought this was the most hysterical thing in the world, and fell to the ground laughing so hard that tears streamed down their cheeks.

" Hey brother?" One of the twins asked from his spot on the floor. " Is it just me, or do we have a rather nice view of Hermione's arse from right here?" His brother scooted over and nodded a bit. " You're right brother dear, it is rather nice." If looks could kill, the Weasly twins would be nothing more then memories from the glare Hermione had sent them. " How long does this potion last?" She asked, rather tiredly. " Twenty four hours," The twins replied. " But it tends to have lasting effects" She stated at the same time as the twins. She remembered brewing it last year….

" Mr. Potter" the cold voice of Severus Snape echoed through the dungeon. " You're doing it wrong again, you hold it like this," He picked up the spoon violently and showed Harry what he was to do. " And you pinch like this Miss. Granger." He pointed at the Walrung root she had been pinching. But Snape had to give them an E on it because, no sooner had he spoken, then the words " In my bed" Flew out of Harry's mouth. Snape had the decency to blush and mutter something about not knowing anything about anyone else's bed for a long time, since Mr. High and Mighty death eater Malfoy extraordinaire was too busy with his other boyfriend Voldemort. He then wandered off and started to rock back and forth in the corner of his room.

That probably should have been the first clue of Snape's insanity, but the second came around the time that he announced his engagement to Lucius Malfoy…. But back to the subject at hand.

"What kind of lasting effects?" She asked, racking her brain, trying to remember.

" Well" One of the twins began. " It's something like a catchphrase see?" The other followed, " depending on what kind of cookie you ate, you get a different catchphrase" She swallowed a little " And what are those phrases?" She asked.

" Don't you worry your pretty little head off" One of them started. " Or your arse" The other continued. " The potion hasn't even worn off yet, at this point, you don't know who's going to say what and when."

She grimiced. " That's what I'm afraid of"

A/N- So, this is it so far. Reviews would be nice but I'm not going to beg. Any way, if anyone has any specific ideas of lines I can use, then I'll add them in. My mind is pretty perverted right now any way, so a few more lines wont make much of a difference….Any way it was fun to write, more is on the way…..