"What do you mean?" Neville said, grasping the neon green hair with both hands and pulling hard. What Harry had thought was a wig, remained attached to Neville's head. Neville got out of his bed running and disappeared into the bathroom. He came later, with his bushy hair dripping water all over his bedclothes. "What am I going to do?" he cried. "It won't wash off. Snape won't let me hear the end of it."

Harry noticed how twitchy Ron was acting. "So Ron, who do you think was the cruel and dastardly soul that has done this to our Neville?"

"All right, Neville," said Ron with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I did that to you. But I was only trying to help!" he quickly added when Neville stalked across the room to stand near Ron, fuming. "I remember you said you didn't feel so comfortable with the ladies - and you have to remember, I was already a bit woozy myself - when I suggested you get a full head of Weasley hair, since I think all the girls secretly like it. Well, I used an incantation I've heard before to change your hair color and length and well, that's how it happened."

Hearing this, Harry suddenly remembered the scene. Neville and Ron sitting in adjacent all-flavor-bean bags. Neville complaining, and Ron standing up to bump his chest like a gorilla. Harry had seen Ron lead Neville to a corner. What both of them had failed to notice was George tip-toeing right behind them with a glass of the drink they had gotten at the Hog's Head. When Ron raised his wand over his shoulder, George had lifted his glass so the wand's tip would be dipped in it and tip-toed back. Ron flashed the spell, Neville's hair had changed to a green afro and Ron burst out laughing. When Ron had shown Neville with a mirror, Neville had looked like he was about to implode with rage and had lifted his own wand against Ron. In a second Ron's eyebrows had burst into fire and disappeared. They both looked into the mirror together and burst out laughing with their arms around each other. Later they ended up whizzing in a heap until they were both drunkenly asleep.

"Yes," said Harry. "I remember now, that's exactly what happened. But you mustn't blame Ron, Neville, you asked him to do it." Harry lied to cover George, he wanted to keep on the resourceful twin's good side.

"That pumpkin juice must have been very strong," Neville said.

After getting dressed, and in Neville's case this meant wearing a big wizard's hat, they descended into the Common Room. Hermione and Ginny were sitting in one of the couches, going over a book, and Romilda sat in one of the chairs. She combed her hair with her fingers and her eyes looked far away. The twins were at a table using business voices seeming to go over another plan for a prank invention. When the boys came in, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared.

Hermione grasped the book she was reading closer to her face, which went very red, and flipping pages as if her life depended on it. Ginny looked from Ron to Hermione and back and cleared her throat, stifling a laugh. Romilda, noticing Harry, stood up, walked up to him and with her nose almost touching his gave him a mysterious grin and slipped something into his hand before going up to the girl's room. Ginny rolled her eyes. Harry couldn't tell whether Fred and George were winking theirs at him incessantly or having an eye seizure.

"The heartbreakers are finally up!" George said. "Good morning to you!"

"Welcome, masters of seduction," Fred joined in.

"I'm sure I have you to thank for everything," Harry said smiling at them. He knew it was pointless to pick a fight with Fred and George, he might find his underwear raised like a flag in front of Snape's office if he tried.

"Yes, you have to thank us," George said. "We were the ones who got the good drinks in the end at the Hog's Head. Everyone else was too chicken." Harry remembered now. Hermione hyperventilating and saying they should just leave. They had waited outside for Fred and George until the two appeared stumbling out of the Hog's Head carrying a green bottle each. The bottles had a glass dragon's tail wrapped around the body and the mouth of the bottles was glass shaped like a dragon's open mouth. "Dragon's Breath," Harry saw a flashback in his mind of the yellowing label with black lettering.

"You two had us all make a toast with that horrible Dragon's Breath!" Harry said. "No wonder my head hurts."

"Oh, don't start. You all enjoyed it," George answered. "Even Hermione was swaying around. Do you remember? She said she was carefree and tore a page off her History of Magic book to prove it!"

"Yeah, but she was later crying over it in the Room of Requirement and asking the book to forgive her." Fred noted. Hermione seemed unable to listen to any more of the conversation. She stormed out of the room with a last ferocious look at Ron, who cringed.

"By the way, that look fits you very well, Neville," Fred said. "You look like the offspring of Gilderoy Lockhart and a mermaid." Harry heard Neville groan. "I see Romilda is in a very good mood today. Don't you think so, Harry?"

"If she is," Harry said. "I have no idea why." Both twins looked at each other, a synchronized wide smile spread across their faces.

"Well let's just say you saved her the last dance, Harry," George said. "You grabbed her and spun her around the room like a sexy sneakoscope until she got so dizzy she fell in your arms. Then both of you conveniently walked out of the room of requirement."

"Oh, no," Harry said. "Where did we go?"

"You might have mentioned where," Fred said looking down to check his fingernails. "All you did was ran back into the room, while she waited for you outside, grab your wand, a fizzy bottle and one of those flaming glass orbs and ran back out."

"My wand?" Harry realized he hadn't been holding his wand this whole time. He dashed back to the boys' dormitory and came down a minute later. He grasped his head once again. "This day just keeps getting better and better," he said. "I think I've lost my wand."

The whole conversation seemed to make Ginny very sleepy because she stood up to leave, yawning. "I think I need a nap," she said, staring at the floor as she left. "See you all later at the DA meeting."

"I hope I didn't give the wrong impression to Romilda." Harry said. "Anyway, did the party continue long after I left?"

"Hmm," George said. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask that. The few of us who didn't faint like twits after one shot of the Dragon's Breath were still dancing to the Weird Sisters when something horrible happened..."

"I wish I could wash it off my brain!" Fred whined. "See, the music suddenly changed. It became this weird bass intro and then some weird man started saying 'Ice, Ice, baby…' We all looked back and guess what we saw? None other than Dumbledore making fists in front of himself and pumping them up and down against each other!"

" 'Don't you just love muggle music and dancing?'" George said in a mock-Dumbledore voice. "What a loon! Luckily he was done just then. We waved his wand around, cleaning the whole room except for the Dragon's Breath which he confiscated. He told us he would let it pass this once, but that we were to go to bed at once.

"So no one knows where my wand might be…" Harry said with a sigh.

"Nope," the twins said in unison. "Good luck!"