Disclaimer: When J.K. Rowling had the measles her father read her Wind in the Willows. Sweet right? I have never had the measles, so I can't be J.K. Rowling. Everything belongs to her.
A/N: This is redundant, go read the story!
Secret Weapon
"Fred Weasley," Hermione screamed across the Common Room. He turned and flashed his most charming smile; Hermione's anger didn't seize in the slightest. Behind him sitting in a line by the fireplace was a group of first years about to swallow tablets. George and Fred had clipboards in hand, ready to write down observations. Hermione stormed across the room and conjured a bucket. Looking at the First Years she ordered, "Drop them."
"Mione," Fred cried as the First Years dropped his tablets in her bucket. Hermione glared at him, "How do you expect me to provide for you if you won't let me work?" Hermione raised her brow at him. "We have two years to get this off the ground, I'd like to have some products ready to sell next year."
"I'd like to be selling products now," George snapped. Hermione turned her glare on him before looking back at Fred, waiting for him to continue. George groaned, "Damn, she's got you whipped."
"Oh, don't even," Katie stepped beside him, "testing on first years? Honestly George," she smacked the back of his head. "If I didn't believe we could contain this I'd threaten to write your mum."
"I was thinking the same thing," Hermione agreed. "Using first years as guinea pigs, I could see that being cause for a howler." All three Weasley boys shuddered at the idea.
"There's no need for that," Ron said, coming to aid his brothers. "Honestly the things that happen at Hogwarts are supposed to stay at Hogwarts."
"Really Ron," Hermione asked, "you finally grow a back-bone and it's supported by your big brothers? Do you know how to turn around and stand up to them?"
"Hey," both twins said, stepping up to the opposite sides of Ron.
"I love you," Fred pointed out, "but cool it on the insults Mione."
"Yeah, don't take your frustrations for your whipped boyfriend out on Ickle Ronnikins," George added.
"You're whipped too, now sit down." Katie ordered. George glared at her, but did as she told him to. Giving him a quick kiss she praised, "good boy." He smiled brightly as he sat quietly.
"I was going to say don't take your feelings about potions class out on any of us." Ron shrugged. Hermione's eyes went wide as she looked at her so called best friend. Fred looked at Ron then back at Hermione then Ron. Ron smiled apologetically before racing away to Harry's side.
"Mione, what happened in potions?" Fred asked, a sweet smile playing on his lips.
"Nothing, I don't know what he's talking about, definitely nothing to concern yourself with." Hermione tried to assure.
"Ron," Fred tried, knowing he'd get nothing out of his girlfriend. Ron let out an obviously fake yawn.
"I'm suddenly very tired, I'm gonna go to sleep now; night everyone," Ron declared before rushing up the stairs. Hermione laughed, feeling as though her point had been proven. Fred looked at Harry who hurried to follow Ron. Getting annoyed by those he considered siblings he turned to Ginny. Ginny was frowning, shaking her head, and shrugging.
"I'm not going to tell Ginny," Hermione scoffed, "She'd tell you."
"So something did happen." Fred pressed.
"Nothing happened," Hermione said, her jaw tight. Fred turned away from here, searching for someone he could pull the information from. Mary was sitting in the corner, her boils almost gone and her skin starting to fade. Parvarti and Lavender were talking with Seamus and Dean. Fred glared at the Irish boy before looking at the boy sitting near the end of the fireplace, a roll of parchment in front of him with more scratches and ink blots than words. Fred walked purposefully over to the younger boy. When and awkward shadow was cast over his parchment the boy looked up. Recognition turned to fear as he took in the sight of the towering older boy. His eyes snapped to Hermione, who was shaking her head, before looking back at Fred, who was squatting so they were eye to eye.
"Hi Neville," Fred greeted. Neville squeaked back a reply. "I heard there were some interesting events in potions class today, can you tell me what happened?"
"No, because I don't want to repeat it," Neville told the dangerous boy. Fred tilted his head, and his look seemed to soften. If he hadn't been under strict orders, Neville might have told. "She scares me more than you do."
Fred laid his hand on Neville's shouldered, "You won't get in trouble, but the more you scurry about the answer the more concerned I become. What happened today, Neville?"
"He called her a…that word again," Neville erupted. "He said that only the worst of the blood traders could even stomach looking at, let alone touching, that "m" word…prostitute."
"He called her a mudblood whore," George shouted, tearing across the Common room. Fred thanked Neville for his cooperation before racing out after his twin. Katie and Hermione shared a look and headed our after their boyfriends. Hermione reminded them that it was almost curfew.
"I thought she was going to hit you again," the voice of Crabbe laughed as he followed the blond form of Draco Malfoy through the dark corridors leading to the Slytherin dormitory.
"Either that or cry," Pansy Parkinson laughed. Fred's anger became more evident as he lead his group down the stairs to the corridor the Slytherins were in.
"Yeah, didn't get a damn thing from her," Draco cursed.
"Well, that look was some sort of reaction." Pansy reminded.
"She stuck her chin up to me," Draco argued. "Can you believe it, that little mudblood acting like she's better than me?"
"I can," Fred called. The Slytherins jumped as they saw him leaning against the wall, George mirroring him. Both had their wands our, tapping them in their dominate hands against the others open palm. Katie and Hermione stopped on the top stairs, watching the scene unfold. "You see, while yes, she is better than you, her jutted chin actually does mean something more. It's code for, "wait until Fred hears about this." Well, I've heard and your wait is over."
"Fred, my dear twin, how exactly do you plan on dealing with someone that dared to speak to your lady-love in such a way?" George wondered with a smirk.
"Do you have any ideas, my twin?" Fred offered.
"Well, when one of the Slytherin quidditch players speaks as such to Katie, I have an old stand-by," George explained before flicking his wand, "levicorpus." Draco flipped quickly, his school robes hanging around his head that was now much closer to the ground then his feet were. Draco glowered at the twin that had him hanging by invisible ropes.
"That's all well and good, Brother," Fred admitted, "but something seems to be missing." He tilted his head and thought, "Ah yes, that's it," he vanished off of Draco's clothes but the young pure-blood's white briefs. Fred and George laughed hysterically at the scene. Coming to investigate the commotion, Peeves flew through the ceiling. He stood in the air like Draco and smiled at the boy.
"I see London, I see France, I see somebody's underpants, whitey tighties, whitey tighties." Peeves sang as he flew down the corridor laughing.
"Let me down," Draco demanded.
"Let him down," Pansy cried. Fred and George shared a look before deciding against listening to the Slytherins' pleas. Fred looked at a suit of armor and glanced at George. George nodded his victorious smirk widening.
"Tell me Slytherins," Fred said, pointing his wand at the suit.
"Do you like snakes," George finished, together they cast a spell on the suit of armor. It blasted apart and as the pieces fell the turned into a mass of slithering snakes. Pansy shrieked and Crabbe ran for cover. Goyle lifted his arms to Draco who was reaching down. They were shouting "let me up" and "let me down" at the same time. Fred and George laughed at the scurrying Slytherins as the ushered their girls to safety.
"I know it was you, you blasted twin." Fred and George were pulled to a stop when the shout brought Katie and Hermione to a screeching hault. They paused, listening to how close the footsteps coming towards them were. Fred looked at George who nodded his head tightly.
"Katie, do you remember the passage?" George asked. Katie nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Mione, follow Katie," Fred commanded.
"What, why shouldn't I follow you," Hermione wondered.
"You have to save yourself, there's no time for us." Fred explained.
"No, I won't leave you," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. George had released Katie, but Fred held Hermione a moment longer.
"You must," Fred stated, "I won't let you take the fall with me. Now hurry," He gently shoved her towards Katie and the girls grasped each other's hands. Hermione looked up at him, her brown eyes shining with mirth. He stole a kiss and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," she assured. Katie and George had shared their own fast moment before the girls turned, taking off for the safety of their dormitory.
Fred and George turned, shooting a spell that caused water to rain down from the stone walls. A water fall and river of liquid quickly formed, blocking anyone from nearing them until the mess was cleaned up. The twins took off in a different direction then they'd sent the girls, taking the long way back to the Gryffindor Common room. They were careful, avoiding prefects and teachers that could have been patrolling by that time of the night. They made it safely back to the Common Room minutes after Katie and Hermione. The girls threw themselves into the arms of their boyfriends, declaring them their heroes. The twins drew their girls into hungry kisses, fitting rewards for so called heroes.
"You should come up to my room," Fred whispered in Hermione's ear. Hermione threw her head back in a laugh, her curls cascading straight down and the creamy expanse of her neck exposed. Fred covered the column with soft kisses as he wrapped his hand in the ringlets. He hummed against her pulse point, "Mione, please come to my room?"
"No," Hermione said, stepping out of his grasp. "You see there's no reason for the rest of our house to hate me for taking away points. Also, I have no reason to give you a detention for testing on first years when there is a punishment far worse than any of that, and only I can dole it out." Fred rose a worriedly, questioning brow at her smirk. "Simply put no sex for you Mr. Weasley." With that she skipped towards the girl's staircase.
"Mione," he cried, and she turned at the pitiful sound, "Isn't that really a punishment for you too, you didn't do anything wrong, that isn't fair."
Hermione laughed, "I can go without you for a night or two."
"Or two," Fred croaked, dropping to his knees he begged, "please Mione, I'll never do it again, just don't make me go without you, please. You're my addiction, and I need my fix."
"Too bad," Hermione shrugged, "and to add to it, I want a report of the ingredients used for the potions and the brewing pattern. Until then, no sex for you."
Several students listening in laughed as he murmured, "no sex and homework."
"It's the perks of dating a know-it-all," someone mumbled. Fred glared at the sixth year that had the decency to look away, ashamed.
"Call her that again," Fred demanded, "I just found out my night is free, torture sounds like a great way to spent it." The sixth year hurried to gather his belongings before rushing away. "Yeah, you better run. Obviously my message wasn't clear yesterday." Fred stood up, addressing the Common Room, "Insult my girl and you'll spend the next several days looking like Mary." The students peaked at the blue and green colored girl. "Clear enough?" They nodded. "Spread it around, Fred Weasley doesn't make threats he keeps promises."
Turning back to Hermione, he noticed that she wasn't in the Common Room anymore. He looked at his twin that was on his knees, hands clasped, and giving Katie his most pitiful look. Katie shrugged, "I love you too George, but what you did was irresponsible. Help Fred with that report and when Hermione deems it safe, then we can see if I'm in the mood." She turned and headed for the girls dorm. "Goodnight Fred."
"For you," Fred grumbled, "you get to sleep. I'll be up all night writing our recipes for nosebleed nougats, fainting fancies, puking pastilles."
"We never said you had to have them to us tomorrow," Katie smirked.
"You threatened sex. It's cruel you women of ours, it's bloody cruel." Fred snapped. Katie laughed, thankful for the partner she had in Hermione.
A/N: Thought? Actually, I've got a question. Last week I wrote a Marriage Law fic, I know cliché right, but I've kind of wanted to do it for a while. Currently it is eleven chapters, and I could leave it exactly where it is and be done. I'm gonna toss this out to y'all, should I post it?