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Okay this time the delay was my fault *hides behind the couch*. - Rachie xo

Bill walked of the fireplace, brushing soot of his clothes. He strode into the room easily, flopping down on the couch next to George.

"Mum's out," he said. "I'm in charge." His eyes landed on George, almost daring him to contradict. Bill started reeling off rules from the top of his head, determined to make sure that his siblings did not screw this up for him. The last time he was in charge, well, that was a long time ago, due to an incident involving the twins, a 'harmless' prank, and nearly burning the Burrow down. Bill finished swiftly, eyeing the room carefully, making sure that they were all on the same page. A series of nods satisfied him, and he lifted his feet to rest on the coffee table.

"Whatever you say, Billy," George grinned, getting up from the couch. "Anyone want a butterbeer?"

A murmur of yeses sounded, on coming from Bill himself. George smirked to himself, before leaving the room and entering the kitchen. He had been insistent that he do this part of the prank. Imagine what would have happened if this screwed up. There would be no prank, period. On the other hand, Fred had other matters to deal with.

George finished pouring the drinks quickly, and peered over the counter to check whether anyone was coming. Seeing the coast was clear, he whipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out a small vial. He twisted the corkscrew off, lifting the vial into the light. He waited a moment, marveling at their fine work. The liquid inside was crystal clear, as well as completely odorless. Fred and him had spent hours perfecting it. It almost seemed like a shame for the first use of the potion to be wasted on something so stupid. Then again, they did need a tester. George sighed, finally tipping the contents into one of the glasses.

"Here we go," George exclaimed loudly, stepping into the lounge while clanking several glasses together. He handed a glass to each of the occupants of the room, excluding Bill. "Sorry," he said apologetically. "I must have left it in the kitchen."

He left the room, quickly retrieving the glass and handing it to his older brother. Bill grinned up at him, gulping down the drink eagerly. George waited for a moment, a grin sneaking onto his face. He bolted from the room quickly, heading towards the corridor.

"Ready," George smiled, slamming the door behind him as he entered the room. Hedwig had just fluttered back into the room through the window, causing his eyebrows to rise. "Hedwig?"

Fred shrugged, setting his quill back down on the desk. "Pig wouldn't have survived," he said grinning. He unattached the note from Hedwig's leg, quickly skimming over the note. "She's coming."

Ginny's eyes had narrowed as George left the room. Though he hadn't given her any more information, he had promised sincerely that he would try and give her a few hints to when the prank would be. He hadn't actually mentioned anything, but the subtle wink he had given her moments before was enough to put her on the edge. She glanced curiously around the room for a moment, wondering if he had left any other hints. She frowned, not catching sight of anything out of the ordinary.

She looked over at her Bill. He was mid-conversation with Harry, and seemed perfectly normal. He hadn't sprouted another head or suddenly turned green. She was starting to wonder if she had imagined the wink. She started talking to Hermione and didn't notice the twins reappear until George sat down on the arm of her chair.

"Ready for a show?" he asked her, nodding in the direction of Bill.

"I'm totally ready," she said, raising her eyebrows slightly. "But nothing has happened. I think you screwed up."

He gasped in mock horror. "Me, screw up? Never!" he laughed as she scowled at him. "Don't worry Gin. I'm sure it has worked, you just won't see what it does until our guest arrives."

She was baffled. What was the point in inviting someone else around.

"What guest?" she asked, but George ignored her. He was more interested in the figure that had appeared in the fire place. A witch, stunningly beautiful with silky blonde hair emerged.

"Ello?" Fleur Delacour said, stepping into the Weasley's living room. The whole room remained silent for a moment. That was until Bill broke the silence.

"What?" he said dumbly. Ginny groaned. Sometimes her brothers had absolutely no tact.

"Fleur, what are you doing here?" she asked.

Fleur turned to look at her. "I got an owl from Bill asking me to come over."

Ginny's mouth opened. But Fleur had already turned to Bill. He seemed nearly as shocked as Ginny. He sat there opening and shutting his mouth like a gold fish.

"But, why would I invite you over?"

Ginny gasped, that was harsh even for Bill. Fleur looked hurt, and Ginny could see tears welling up in her eyes.

"Fine zen I vill just go." She made to leave but Bill, obviously realizing his mistake, stood to stop her. Alas, he tripped over the edge of the coffee table. He fell forward, waving his hands in a desperate attempt to catch onto something. He succeeded, in grabbing onto the end of Fleur's dress. Ginny flinched as the ripping sound filled the room, followed by a high pitched shriek. Bill stammered out a line apologies but she wasn't listening. With a flick of her wand she reappeared her dress, before turning to glare at Bill.

"What were you theenking?" she screeched.

Ginny watched as Bill cowered before the her. It was an odd sight considering he was nearly a foot taller than her. Ginny frowned, it wasn't like him to act like this. He wasn't clumsy, in fact he was rather co-ordinated. A thought hit her. Whatever the twins had done, it somehow made Bill act like an idiot in front of Fleur. She looked up, and sure enough the pair had smirks plastered across their faces. George caught her eye, and gestured in the direction of Hermione. She was sitting watching the fight go on, with a somewhat amused look on her face. Ginny gave a curt nod, and started to walk over to her.

"We should go," Ginny whispered, tugging onto her hand desperately.

Hermione shook her head. "No, let's stay."

Ginny bit her lip anxiously. No, no, no! This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid when she had begged George to refuse to do the prank. If Hermione stayed, there was no telling what Bill might do to her. She had to get her to leave. No matter what. Ginny grimaced, thinking about what grief she was going to give George over the next few days later.

"I snogged Harry," Ginny lied, in hushed tones.

"What?" Hermione let out a surprised gasp, standing suddenly and gripping Ginny's shoulders excitedly. Ginny, meanwhile, was trying extremely hard to grin like a love struck teenager. She felt bad for lying, and knew there was going to be hell when she told Harry her cover story, but still, anything that got Hermione out of the room had to be a good thing, right? Hermione clutched Ginny's hand, pulling her into the kitchen. Ginny racked her brain quickly, trying desperately to think of some of the finer details, that she knew Hermione would be interested in. She spoke with a false eager tone in her voice, raising her voice an octave higher for good measure.

"It's alright," a soothing voice entered the room, followed by a few loud sobs, no doubt from Fleur. Hermione flinched as Fred entered the room, his arm slung around a weeping Fleur. She narrowed her eyes, and Ginny stopped in her babbles immediately. She could have groaned out loud. The point was to get Hermione out of the room. Away from Bill. Away from Fred. Away from almost everyone. But no, Fred just had to ruin things, didn't he? Ginny cocked her head her to the side, staring Fred down.

"It'll be alright," Fred murmured again, rubbing his hand in comforting circles on Fleur's back. He looked over Fleur's shoulder, catching sight of Hermione and Ginny, still leaning against the kitchen counter. "Gin, can you please - "

"We're leaving," Hermione interrupted, pulling Ginny out of the kitchen with such force that she had no time to react and left the room just as swiftly as Hermione. She gaped up at her friend for a few moments, but closed her mouth as Hermione yanked her into the lounge. "George!"

"Hermione?" George looked up from his conversation with Harry, an almost hesitant tone creeping into his voice.

"What did you do?"

"I've been wondering that myself," Bill muttered angrily, glaring at his younger brother. He made a step towards him, but was stopped as his toe slammed against the table leg. "Oh Merlin!" he yelled, his hand immediately going to grip his now bleeding toe. "George!"

"Alright, alright," George choked between laughs, his arms going up in mock surrender. "We might have spiked his butterbeer."

"We?" Hermione look of disapproval stayed, and she didn't bother to hide the tone of disgust in her voice. "You two are despicable."

"In a cute way, right?" George looked hopeful, but it didn't seem like he could see her even talking to the two of them again. She seemed truly appalled. Hermione shook her head in disbelief, before turning sharply on her heel and heading upstairs. George could still hear Fleur's wails from the kitchen, and occasionally his twin's voice attempting to soothe her. He looked at the spot where Hermione had just left. He then turned to Bill, who was sitting on the couch, his face in his hands. Harry and Ron sat silently, observing the scene. George turned to face his sister. Ginny's bottom lip was quivering, her eyes moist. She let out a strangled cry before sprinting after her best friend. What had he done?

Ginny didn't go back up to room that night. She knew Hermione would be enraged with the twin's antics, so she stayed clear. Instead, Ginny headed to Percy's old room; one place where she was sure no one would look for her. She flopped down on the bed, exhausted. She tried to imagine what the next day would be like, shuddering at the thought. Poor Fleur. Even under a potion, Ginny couldn't believe that Bill would have said that to her. But, why would I invite you over? For the first time in her life, Ginny felt a wave of sympathy for the veela.

Oh Merlin. What was she going to tell Harry? Ginny sighed, choking back tears. She lay down, curling up into a tight ball. Maybe the next day wouldn't be so bad.

"What did you do?" Harry asked, breaking the silence in the room. Fred had locked himself in his room, and George went to seek refuge in his younger brother's room.

"We slipped a potion in the butterbeer," George muttered. The prank hadn't gone to plan, and he didn't feel like talking about it.

"What sort of potion?" Harry was getting impatient. He was with Hermione on this one, agreeing that the prank had been rather cruel on a number or levels. Still, the prank intrigued him, and he wanted answers.

"You put someone's DNA in the potion," he answered hesitantly. Even if it wasn't perfect, he still had to protect the secrets of the prank. "Give it to someone to drink and they'll make a git of themselves in front of them."

Harry contemplated the idea in silence. It was a good idea. If the circumstances had been different, he would have said the idea was ingenious. The circumstances, however, resulted in Harry not liking the idea. Not at all. He could still hear Fleur's cries ringing in his mind, and Hermione's hurt face when Fred was comforting Fleur. And Ginny. There was something about Ginny that made him think something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Guys?" Hermione tapped on the door tentatively. "Have you seen Ginny?"

The three boys stared up her, hastily pulling the covers over their shoulders.

"Um, no, sorry," Harry stuttered.

"How could you not know?" she asked in disbelief.

"Why would I know?"

"You two are dating now," Hermione stated, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. How was this news to him? "Right?"

Harry spluttered, choking on his on spit for a moment. "Sorry?"

"You..." Hermione trailed off. She looked at Ron and George, who had gone a bright shade of red. Ron looked like he wanted to punch something. His little sister. His best friend. It was hard enough to get used to the idea of his best friend and his older brother.

"Yes," Ginny whispered quietly from the door. "I told her this evening, Harry. When I took her out of the room." She pleaded silently with her eyes. Please, please, just play along, she begged.

"Yes," Harry consented, though unsure of what was really happening. What had Ginny done? "We are."

Hermione smiled, leaving the room. At least someone was getting their happily ever after.

Somewhere along the line, he had messed up. That, Fred was certain of. Ginny and Harry were on terrible terms, they had been ever since the previous night. They seemed to try act happy, almost couple like, whenever anyone came around, but there was still a sense of awkwardness between the pair. Bill wasn't talking to either of the twins, and neither was Fleur. In fact, Fleur hadn't even bothered to owl after leaving, even though she promised him that she would try make up with Bill. Hermione. Fred sighed involuntarily. Hermione hadn't so much looked at him. She thought he was horrible. First the thing with the broom, and now this stupid prank. Well, on the upside, at least this time he was actually responsible for the prank. She would never approve of his pranks. Maybe they just weren't meant to be.

Author's Notes:

Rachel: Sorry for the delay! Anyway, there you go. Thanks to all readers :)

Kimberley: About the Challenge, it's still going. However, just ignore it for this chapter, due to it being rather picky to whom wrote what :)

Review Response:

angelinaryejindin1708: Ah, sorry, but you are wrong. Very good try though (: Feel free to guess again ~