Chapter Three

A/N: Hey! It's me, pspeciallypseudonymous! I was just wondering if you guys liked the direction this story is headed in. Want to share your opinion? Review, review, review! :D Thanks, guys. I hope these updates have been coming quickly enough!

Disclaimer: None of this is mine... it's all J. K. Rowling's.

George stared at Maya, suddenly interested. A secret? Those were almost always mischievous, and a hundred percent troublesome. What did George like better than that? He leaned forward. "Oh yeah?" he asked. "Well, what is this secret?"

Maya laughed. "Yeah, like I would tell you. You'd most likely blow my cover."

George frowned. "Come on! What do you think I am? Some kind of… uh…" Well, he was going to say something along the lines of "hooligan", but he most certainly was one of those, and he didn't want to prove Maya right.

She grinned. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You are just a Weasley twin, after all."

George grimaced. "Nah. Me and Fred aren't exactly the same. We've got our differences."

Maya raised her eyebrows. "Yeah?" she taunted. "Name three."

George laughed. "Easy as pie. For starters, Fred has a birthmark behind his—"

Maya interrupted him, holding up one finger. "I don't want physical differences, George Weasley. Tell me something different about who you guys really are."

George thought about it for a moment. Well, Fred was secretly allergic to rhubarb pie—wait, no, that was physical. George had scored a little better on his OWL exams, did that count? Fred's teeth were a bit more crooked… Wait a second.

"YOU CHEATER!" cried George triumphantly. Luckily, everyone else had become accustomed to the loud noises of Detention Room 217, and had tuned out his exuberant remark amid the hubbub of chattering girls. However, that didn't mean Maya didn't jump in her seat.

"Jeez, Weasley! What the heck was that for?" she scowled. "When have I ever cheated you? I didn't even know you personally until five minutes ago."

George was grinning. "I've found you out, Maya. You decided to change the topic from your secret, to me. Obviously, I make a very scintillating conversation, since I'm so charming and brilliant and whatnot, but I think your secret is the most engrossing discussion point at the moment."

Maya furrowed her brow. "My secr—Oh! Right. My secret. Well, I won't be telling you that one any time soon. Plus, that's actually not my tactic. I was actually wondering if there are any concrete differences between you and Fred."

RRRRRIIIIIIIIIING!

"Well, there's the bell. I'd best be off," said Maya, collecting all her books hastily.

"Where exactly is 'off'?" interrogated George.

"Oh, the usual," countered Maya. "You know: outer space, Canada, Timbuktu, my TARDIS… the usual."

George shook his head. "You better not be using those places as a metaphor for the library." George didn't know what he'd do if she was. That would mean… well, nothing really. It would just be really cheesy.

Maya frowned. "What? I was just being sarcastic, Weasley. Obviously."

George chuckled. "Oh, right. Humor." After a slight pause, they waved goodbye awkwardly and walked their separate ways.

**O-o-0-o-O-o-0-o-O**

"Potions SUCK!" Fred groaned.

Hermione shrugged. "Yeah, they're a hassle. But they're okay in some situations, I guess."

Fred frowned. "Yeah? They still suck."

"Well," started Hermione, "So far we've tried a Spanish-Speaking Potion, a Truth Serum, and a Growth Potion. Aaaaaand… none of them were successful." She looked at the to-do list in her hand. They'd already exhausted fifteen potions, and all of them were in the "Level One" chapter. That chapter was allegedly so easy that any second-year could perform them.

"I will never need ANY of these ridiculous potions in my life!" cried Fred, throwing his hands in the air and knocking over a porcelain statuette on the way up.

Hermione rolled her eyes, repairing the fractured statue with a flick of a wand ("Reparo!"). "Well, maybe we should start with that. What would you u—THAT'S IT!" she yelled. This time she was the one to break a statuette.

"And I thought I was the 'disruptive' one," muttered Fred. He would have fixed it, but he didn't know the spell. Actually, who was he kidding? He wasn't the fixing type.

"That's exactly what I was trying to say!" chattered Hermione. "You are disruptive, unruly, a nuisance, obnoxious…"

"HEY!" Fred exclaimed. "What's the big idea? Flattery will get you nowhere."

"The big idea," Hermione gushed, "is that you need a… Fred Potion. Something that will help you do what you do best—chaos."

A twinkle arrived in Fred's eyes to match the one in Hermione's. "Hermione, you're a genius!" he praised, clapping his hands. In honor of her sudden revelation, he vowed to stop calling her "Harpy Hermione" behind her back.

Hermione blushed. "Shucks."

Fred rubbed his hands together hastily. "All right!" he said, finally exuberant. "Let's get this party started."

Hey, everyone! These are my current plans for future chapters:

(1) Include a chapter of "passing notes" between Fred and George

(2) Bring in more characters like Harry and the rest of the Weasleys. I'm also going to try and include more Percy, and keep OC's to a MINIMUM (Besides Maya, of course! Anyone got a clue what her secret is?:D)

If you have ANY suggestions (at all), please review! I'm going to try and get that next chapter up ASAP, so don't hesitate at all. Thanks, and I hope you're enjoying this story.

~pspeciallypseudonymous