Disclaimer: I obviously didn't Harry Potter…if I did, then why would I be posting this here, it would already be written in the books…anyway moving on to more important things this is my first fanfic. I am writing this for my lover who refused to update her fanfic unless I wrote one too. I hope you enjoy reading? Does anyone even read my disclaimer anymore? I sure as hell wouldn't, but if you do, go vote on that poll thing I put on my profile

Warnings: yaoi (this means one boy and another boy loves each other very much and they do naughty adult things in bed together) and incest of the Fred George variety… I think that's it…I might add stuff later though like maybe mpreg…it depends on what my lover wants…unless I decide to put a poll up later.

When In The Locker Room…

As amusing as it was, Ginny was only able to bite her lip to keep herself from spilling her secrets for about a minute. "Parkinson and I had a deal." Ginny said flatly, trying to keep from elaborating. Sadly for her, the two Slytherins could tell. "Please, do tell us more," Draco drawled ," you wouldn't want to keep us in suspense after all." "Parkinson said that if I said you and her were engaged, she would say the same about me and Harry." Ginny said looking near tears.

"Oh? Your engagement to Potty is merely a rumor as well?" Draco said smirking. "Well I guess Blaise and I have someone to pay a visit when we're finished with you, after all, we wouldn't want to miss being the ones to tell the Savior the latest gossip." Draco said looking smug. At this point, Ginny had tears pouring down her face; the Slytherins ignored then as they gave her the antidote and then left the room. Of course they "forget" to unbind her from the chair, but that wasn't that important…St. Potter on the other hand…

While the Slytherins were trying to argue over the best way to tell the Savior about his "fiancé", said fiancé and Ron were trying to find Pansy Parkinson. "Ron for the third time, she isn't going to be in the kitchens for two reasons, the first being she probably doesn't know where it is, and second being unlike you, she probably doesn't think with her stomach all of the damn time." Harry said his tone colored with frustration. "Well fine then, do you think we can stop by the kitchen? I don't know about you, but I haven't eaten in forever." Ron whined.

"For Merlin's sake Ron," Harry yelled," we ate together half an hour ago, will you please shut the hell up and help me find-" Harry stopped suddenly as he looked up to discover he ran into…"Looking for me again Potter?" Draco said as he pulled said person closer to the chest he had already collided with. "I know you simply love my looks, but aren't you supposed to love your new fiancé? Or are you incapable of keeping your hands from others?" Draco said as he squeezed Harry's ass. Harry gasped and with a death glare, pulled harshly away from Draco to prevent any further molestation.

Ron, totally oblivious of what happened, decided to ask Draco the question that had been troubling the two Gryffindors for the last few hours…in the least intelligent way possible. "Hey Malfoy, do you know where your snake slut, um is right now?" "Why, do you wish to borrow one Weasel? Which one Greengrass, Bulstrode, Granger…oh wait, I forgot, Granger is the Gryffindor slut." Draco said with a vicious look at Ron.

Ron was about to open his mouth and no doubt start a fight with the Ice Prince, but Harry had silenced Ron and stepped between them. "Look Malfoy, we're looking for Parkinson, tell us where she is or leave us the hell alone." Harry said with a sigh. "I haven't the faintest idea, last I saw, she was with your beloved fiancé." Draco drawled.

At this point, Ron had un-silenced himself and decided to make his presence known…by whining. "Harry~ we've been looking for hours and we haven't seen either of them…can we just give up and eat something?" Ron whined sounding like a petulant child. Harry sighed and left the two disgusted Slytherins watching a satisfied Ron skip after a depressed Harry.

"Potter," Draco yelled before Harry was out of hearing range," I can tell you where the Weaselette and Parkinson normally meet…for a price."

M'kay my chapter is now done…for now but anyway, I hope you random people who decide to actually read this like it. And on another note, I thought you'd like to know when I'd put more Harry/Fred/George stuff in…and I decided it would be as soon as they deal with that bitch Ginny. So…until next time?

miss-joseph