AN: I must say, I will warn you that this half of the chapter does not reveal too much, but it's still important you read it! Thanks so much for putting up with the two halves, but once the pages became a bit long for me, I just had to slice it in half. Anyway, R&R and all that good stuff!

George had to admit; seeing Fred this fired up and competitive was kind of…scary. Of course, Fred always got a bit vicious during Quidditch games or something like that, but this was different. George sighed to himself as he walked down the hallway, the potion for Bloating Bubble in his arms.

As he did the usual requirement of walking past the door a few times and thinking about what sort of room he needed, George couldn't help but wonder how Hermione had hid all that wonderful, yet dangerous talent. He was, to say the least, impressed by her tactics.

The Room of Requirement door opened for him, and he stepped inside, careful not to drop the concoction in his arms. Fred stood bent over a table, deep in thought, when he heard George enter; he turned to him, smiling like an idiot.

"Good. Good. Very good. She'll never see this coming!" He cooed, holding the potion as if it were a baby. George shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Fred, I'm a bit worried. We haven't even tested this thing yet! What if it like…kills her?" He asked quietly. Fred raised an eyebrow at him, than smiled cruelly. George winced.

"She won't die Georgie. Hermione is a strong girl. This potion can only kill if we allowed it. Besides, we're not even going to get her that much! We'll just tip some into her pumpkin juice at dinner tonight and by morning, her head with be twice its normal size! Brilliant, isn't it?" Fred asked, happy as a clam. George couldn't help but smile.

They were a few minutes into mixing the ingredients of the Bloating Bubble potion with some precautions when suddenly, the door behind them opened. The twins turned to look at each other before peering over their shoulders to see who it was.

"There you guys are! I've been looking all over for you!" Wheezed Harry, who came sprinting into the room and placed his hands on his knees, panting.

"Jeez Harry! Did you run all this why to come find us? I'm flattered!" Fred said, totally unaware that Harry was shaking his head vigorously. George tapped Fred.

"Mate, I think something wrong." He said. Fred looked at him, than Harry. Both twins walked over to him, still panting, and pulled him to the floor so that he was sitting down. "What's wrong Harry?" George asked.

"Your…your room…." Harry panted. Fred raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, out with it. Our room is what?" He gave Harry a little pull.

"It's raining…in your room…storm clouds and everything…everything…is wet." Harry managed to wheeze out the sentence, than went back to coughing and regaining his breath. George paled as he looked at Fred. But he wasn't there.

Fred came bounding out of the Room of Requirement. Not caring about all the students he nearly ran over, he sprinted down the hallways, his face contorted with determination. As he approached the Fat Lady, he barked out the password.

"What is it with you yelly-shouty teenagers?" She asked the air, as Fred darted inside.

Most of the Gryffindors would be in class, so only two first-years sat in the common room, looking up at his entrance, than quickly back down. Fred fired right past the boy's dormitory stairs; he didn't even want to look at his room. A few bits of wood were still trying to talk to him; add rain, and you have a very unpleasant dorm.

Instead, he walked up the stairs to the girls' rooms, taking two steps at a time. He knew Hermione's schedule, and she would probably be sitting in her room right now, reading some stupid book.

He was right. He opened the door and burst in, shutting it behind him with a bang and locking it. Hermione, startled at the noise, looked up. When she saw her intruder, a large smile rose on her face.

"Hello Fred! Having a pleasant day?" She asked sweetly, turning the page of a real Magical Plants in Southern India; A Tourists Guide. Fred could not believe it.

"You…made…my room…rain? He ground out. Hermione looked up at him with innocent eyes.

"Well, technically, I made the clouds appear. They were the ones who made it rain. It's a just a simply weather charm, I could teach you it if you like." She smiled again and returned to her book. Fred gaped at her, looking much like a whiny baby.

"Hermione…" He began, causing her to look at him with those lovely, chocolate eyes…a perfect smile on her lips. Fred shook his head, clearing the thoughts. "Hermione, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." He said stiffly, becoming slightly afraid that if he looked at her again, he'd become captivated. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him and stood from her bed, walking over to him and staring defiantly into his eyes.

"No, no Fred. I think it's you who needs to be careful. After all, I'm not the one with the rainy room." With that, she walked away, allowing her fingers to brush over his chest, his arm, and slightly on his back as she strutted away from him and out the door.

It took Fred a moment to realize his eyes were closed.

………

Hermione let out a breath when she saw the twins sit far away from her at the table during dinner. Obviously, she had been a bit frightened at what they would pull next. That purple snot stuff took three hours to get out of her hair. Smiling, she snuck a glance at them. They were laughing and enjoying dinner as usual; nothing looked out of the ordinary.

So, letting her guard fall like a curtain, Hermione looked away and began chatting with Ginny, who sat next to her. Ron and Harry entered the hall, looking somewhat odd, before sitting next to her too; Harry seated himself to her left, Ron sat on the other end of the other side of the table, looking at her. Ginny greeted Harry and grunted at her brother.

"Hey Hermione, how was your day?" Harry asked, confusing Hermione a little. Harry never asked how her day was.

"Perfectly fine. Fred and George are leaving me alone for the time being so I'm quite happy at the moment." She stated, turning to Ginny, who smiled back.

"That's good! I must admit, you've been giving them hell Hermione! I think it's good for the twin's egos if someone like you shows them up a bit!" Ginny said, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. Hermione beamed at the praise. She heard Ron choke on his juice for a moment, but did not turn around to ask if he was alright. Instead, she and Ginny began to talk animatedly to each other about some Hufflepuff boy who was looking quite attractive.

Hermione, laughing at Ginny's last comment, took a sip of her pumpkin juice. Turning her eyes away from her friend for a moment, she noticed Harry, Ron and from far away Fred and George were staring at her as she drank. She swallowed, and than her eyes widened.

Standing up quickly, she looked from Ron to Harry, pointing a finger at them.

"Which one of you did it? Which one of you put whatever the hell that stuff was in my juice?!" She commanded. Ron and Harry looked down into their laps. "Answer me!" She yelled, earning a few more suspicious glares from the students around them.

"Hermione, they told us to tell you it wouldn't hurt you." Harry muttered. Hermione wheeled at him, glaring at him with her accusing eyes.

"Who? Fred and George?" As she said this, she looked up to see Fred leaning against the door with his arms crossed. They had obviously left the table, going to God knows where. He was smirking, and Hermione found herself thinking he looked…well…really handsome.

He winked at her and walked out of the door. Without realizing it, she began to follow; slowly at first, but soon she was running desperate to see him again, maybe hold him in her arms. A very small, rational voice in her head was doing it's best to turn her around, but something stirred in Hermione's hear and she continued running. Fred knew she was following, so he took the assigned path. First, he went past the Transfiguration classroom, past the charms class, and into the deserted room, once occupied by the old Muggle studies class before it was moved. He entered; making sure Hermione had noticed him go in, and dissapparated.

Good old George to think of a love potion. He thought.