omg love you writing, your so awesome! could you do one about that love potion in hbp thatd be awesomer

Small explosions were nothing out of the ordinary at the Weasley home, especially when Fred and George were around. When they had still been at The Burrow full-time, Mrs. Weasley had found herself irritated with the noise until she had just learned to block it out. But now that the twins were back to visit, she was glad to hear the pops and bangs of invention. She'd missed her sons, truth be told, and they could all use a laugh now that the truth was out.

George opened the door a crack when he heard squealing from downstairs. "Wassat?" he murmured, looking up and down the stairs. Shrugging, he closed the door again. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Ginny had probably tripped over something.

"See anything?" Fred asked, looking up from a cauldron he was stirring. A golden glow lit his face from the depths of the cauldron, sending faint glittering light around the room that was already glowing different colors.

"Nope," George replied, plunking himself down in front of a bottling station. "That about ready?"

Fred took a deep smell and nodded. To him, the potion smelled of parchment, the Hogwarts library, and something sweet and floral. He scooped up a small ladle and handed it to George. "Take a whiff, Georgie," Fred said with a grin.

George inhaled deeply and smiled. "Oh yeah, that's ready." He picked up a bottle, inserted a funnel, and poured the liquid inside. Once it was settled, he added a cap with a spray nozzle attached.

"Perfect," he said, handing the bottle to Fred. "Give it a go."

Fred took the bottle and turned it over, making sure it looked just right, before aiming and spritzing himself with the potion.

"Anything?" Fred asked. They had tweaked the Amortentia potion slightly, allowing a more controlled effect.

George took a whiff and shook his head. "Nope, you smell just like you usually do."

"Brilliant." Fred capped the bottle and set it aside, letting out a contented sigh. "Once we get these bottles filled, we'll be all set for the orders to come rolling in. Can you imagine it? Targeted Amortentia cologne and perfume."

"And to think," George said, putting a lid on the cauldron and taking it off the portable flames. "Mum thought we wouldn't amount to anything because we quit before out N.E.W.T.S."

Fred laughed and set the bottle of cologne on his dresser. "I'll be back. I'm going to grab some pumpkin juice."

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and opened the door to step out onto the hallway. As he latched the door, he was knocked against the wall by a very quickly moving figure with bushy brown hair.

"Oh! Fred, I'm so sorry!"

Fred caught himself and straightened up to look at the windswept figure of Hermione Granger looking up apologetically at him.

He suddenly hated that he'd sprayed himself instead of making George. The last thing he wanted to know was what Hermione was attracted to.

...Unless it was him.

But who was he kidding?

"You nearly killed me, Hermione!" he cried dramatically, throwing his arm up and resting the back of his hand on his forehead. "Oh, to be struck down so young. Whatever would my poor mother have done?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and chuckled before dropping her bag and throwing her arms around Fred, hugging him. Fred felt warmth spread throughout his body from where she was touching him and when she pulled away, he wished he'd have held her against him.

"How are you? How's the shop? Ginny told me things have really taken off," said Hermione with a smile.

Fred nodded. "Thing are good, really good. We're winding down the mail orders, but they're still coming in like mad. Poor Mum's not far from a meltdown about the owls, I'm sure. They're in and out all the time." He straightened up and said in a shrill imitation of Molly Weasley, "This isn't an owlery, it's a kitchen, and I'll ask you to kindly remember that!"

Hermione laughed again and covered her mouth with a small hand. Fred couldn't handle how cute she looked when she laughed. It was even better when he was the one making her laugh.

"What about you?" Fred asked, nonchalantly leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "How's your summer?"

Hermione smiled. "Not bad, rather boring until now, to be honest. I've been so worried about my O.W.L.S. and I've had no way to distract myself," she said, sighing a bit. "Mum and Dad...well..." she bit her lip. "They know they're big exams of course, but they don't really understand how big they are."

Fred smiled and said, "Don't forget, Hermione, Mum about murdered George and I for only scraping a few O.W.L.S. Now look at us!"

At that moment, a bang emitted from the room behind Fred and he heard George swear loudly. Hermione looked curiously at the door.

"What are you working on in there?" she asked cautiously, almost as though she were afraid of the answer.

Fred shrugged. "Ah, you know, just some, uh, potions."

Hermione smiled. "What kind of potions? Oh, I'd love to see."

He shook his head. "No can do, Hermione," he said, throwing his mischievous smile back on. "Top secret those are. They're prototypes after all!"

Rolling her eyes, she threw her hands up. "Okay, okay, I get it," she said before stopping to look at him. "Are you wearing more cologne than you usually do?"

He was caught now. This was the last conversation he wanted to have. What if she smelled one of his brothers? Or worse - a Slytherin? Fred took a gulp of air and said, "Ah, yeah, something new I'm trying," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Hermione looked at him skeptically. "Really? It doesn't smell new. It smells the same way you always smell, just stronger." She smiled at him and pulled the bag back onto her shoulder as Ginny came up the stairs.

Fred's brain began to buzz. "It smells the same way you always smell, just stronger." Fred was wearing Amortentia. He knew they'd brewed it correctly. He needed to test it.

"Oh, hey, Ginny, can we borrow you for a second?" Fred asked as his sister reached the landing.

Ginny looked at him skeptically. "If you think I'm eating one more bizarre thing you two come up with..."

"No, no," Fred said quickly. "Nothing like that." He looked up at Hermione and waved her off. "Sorry, Hermione, Weasley Family secret." He grabbed the youngest Weasley's arm and yanked her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

"What the hell is your problem?" Ginny asked irritably. "I wanted to help her get settled."

"She's been here before," said Fred, "she knows where to go. Ginny," he added, standing right in front of her, inches away. "I need you to take a really good whiff of me and see what you smell."

"Is this some kind of joke?" Ginny asked, crossing her arms.

"No, I promise," Fred responded.

Ginny rolled her eyes, but obliged her brother's request and took a deep breath as he leaned in. She pondered for a minute. "What are you wearing?" she asked quietly.

Fred shook his head. "What do you smell?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and answered, "Pumpkin juice, broom polish and...something else," she trailed off, her ears pink.

"But did it smell like me?" Fred asked eagerly.

"Are you off your rocket?" Ginny asked, horrified. "Wouldn't you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, I would. You're right, thanks Ginny," Fred said, distractedly pushing Ginny out the bedroom door.

"Hey, wait we're not do-" but Fred slammed the door in her face and locked it.

George looked up. "What was that all about?" he asked, shoving a stopped into a bottle. He watched his twin with interest.

Fred didn't answer. Hermione smelled him while he was wearing the most powerful love potion known to wizards and said he smelled the same way he always had.

Hermione's Amortentia smelled like him.

He threw himself back on his bed, a grin encompassing his face while he let out a victorious sigh of "Yes."