Both Hermione and Ron froze; the red-head in mortification, and the bushy-head in shock. Ron glared at his brothers, blushing.
"I'm going to k-"
But the twins never got to find out what their youngest brother was going to do, for her was promptly jumped by Hermione. Harry rolled his green eyes at his snogging friends.
"About bloody time"
Fred and George grinned.
"I do believe our invention is a success, Gred."
"Alas, how can we be certain, Forge?"
Harry snorted, before pointing at the practically humping Gryffindors beside him.
"I think it's safe to say the thing works."
The twins shook their heads in the negative.
"No, I do believe we need another test subject.", Fred declared. Harry bit his lip.
"S-so try it on yourselves!"
"No, we need someone outside the family.", George grinned, with a glint in his eye.
Harry groaned. 'Damn it, damn it, damn it! There's no way they can find out about Malfoy! What to do, what to do? Better use the guilt factor.' Harry pouted up at the twins, feining hurt.
"I'm...outside the family?"
Fred and George's eyes widened comically.
"Wha-of course not!"
"You're like our little brother!"
Harry grinned. "Good."
The twins all but sighed in relief.
They began to grin again, as Draco Malfoy walked in through the mahagony library doors. Glaring, as Harry and Draco looked at each other, Fred brought the orb to lips.
George and Fred, completely absorbed in their invention, missed Draco and Harry quickly looking away, identical blushs staining both's cheeks.
"Draco er...Dusch Bag Malfoy?"
After whispering this, the youngest twin threw the orb at Draco.
Draco was heard saying two phrases, after hitting the library's carpeted floor.
"What the bloody hell?!", was one. The second?
"I fancy Harry James Potter." The library went silent.