AN: What's up, my dudes?! With all this craziness going on it's been real hard to keep up with my stories. Also, I would like to touch base on some of the things JK Rowling has said on the media. Trans rights are human rights! Anyone who says otherwise, well feel free to stop reading this fic! Anyway, let us continue.

Song: With a Little Help From My Friends by The Beatles

September 18, 1989

School had been in session for two weeks, and Dru and the boys were becoming exceptionally close. Dru even sat with them at their table during meals. Of course, part of the reason she sat with them was because nearly all the other Slytherins treated her as though she were a leper rather than a person. The lot of them still seemed to live in fear of touching her. If they did happen to have the supposed misfortune of touching her, they would shout something along the lines of, "The Halfblood scum has tainted me!" They would then rush off in the direction of the lavatory to vigorously wash their hands. Some would even wash to the point of making their hands raw.

Drucilla was now walking out of Charms when she felt two arms from either side of her wrap around her shoulders. She looked from side to side and saw that it was Fred and George. "Dru!" they chided together.

"You're just the person we wanted to see," said Fred.

"You just saw me two seconds ago," she remarked. "We sat right next to each other, George."

"Correct, but we couldn't exactly discuss a topic such as this with all those other people around," he told her.

"A topic such as what?" she asked in suspicion.

"Well," replied George, "You're smart and sneaky and stuff, right?"

"Um, I guess so..."

"Great!" said Fred. "Then you are the perfect person to help us."

"Help you with what?" asked Dru, who was beginning to get rather annoyed with them.

"That-," began George.

"-is a surprise," finished Fred.

Dru rolled her eyes. "Well, how am I supposed to help you if I don't know what I'm helping you with?"

"'Cause if we told you, then you might not want to help us," George told her.

Dru sighed and shook her head. "Fine. Fine, I'll help you, but I don't see why you can't get Lee to help you. You two should be joining him. Defense Against the Dark Arts is the other direction."

The boys shared a laugh as if that were a ridiculous suggestion.

Dru furrowed her brow in confusion. Pretending to wipe away tears of laughter from his eyes, George began to give her an explanation. "Don't get me wrong, Dru. Fred and I like Lee."

"But," continued Fred, "he's rubbish at keeping secrets. We told him to go on ahead and we would catch up later."

Dru nodded, seeing their point. Then suddenly an uneasiness settled in the pit of her stomach. What extremities were these two about to go to?

"Merlin, Dru! There's no need to look so distraught," Fred told her. "We promise that what we're planning isn't nearly bad enough to get expelled over."

Dru scoffed. "As if getting expelled would be horrible. Merlin! At this point, being expelled would be a relief seeing as nearly everyone in this school hates me."

Fred patted her shoulder affectionately. "Ah, Dru. The only person whose opinion you should worry about is your own. It doesn't matter what other people think. That's what Mum always says."

Dru brushed off his comment by saying, "God, did your mum get that from a fortune cookie?"

The boys looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What's a fortune cookie?" they asked together.

"Don't worry about it. What can I do to help with your mischief making?"

Fred and George flashed her nearly identical grins. "Great!" began George. "We'll relay the rest of the plan to you at dinner."

"Yeah," Fred said, "We best be getting back to class. We'll see you later, Dru." The pair of them then raced off down the hall to their next class.

Sighing, Dru made her way down to the dungeons where she had Potions. A class she was actually looking forward to. Snape wasn't the most pleasant teacher at Hogwarts, but he did have a sort of bias towards the Slytherins, so as long as she kept her mouth shut and payed attention and followed directions, she didn't have to worry about him. She was actually pretty decent at potions so far, which was also a blessing in her eyes.

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In Potions, they had been required to brew a hiccoughing potion. A potion that Dru found to be quite interesting to make. She then went to Transfiguration, where she took notes mostly. It had been quite an eventful day.

Now, she was headed towards the Great Hall. Once she walked through the doors, she scanned the room for the two ginger pranksters. She spotted them sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table, and quickly made her way towards them.

"All right, you two," Dru began once she was in ear shot of the twins. "What is exactly are you plotting, and what part do I play in your little scheme?"

"Right," started Fred, "so here's the plan..."

The two boys began to go into elaborate detail of what they called, "The Social Status Prank." In other words, pulling this prank would give them the reputation of the school pranksters. A title they seemed to be hellbent on receiving.

The plan was that the Fred and George would set up some dung bombs in Filch's office. Dru's job was to keep Filch occupied until the time was right. Dru would do this by fibbing about Peeves causing havoc somewhere, which, chances are, wouldn't be too far from the truth.

"It's going to be totally wicked!" George exclaimed.

"Yeah," Fred agreed. "Once we get a reputation an' stuff, people will be calling us something cool. Y'know, like, the Golden Trio or summat like that."

George and Dru shared a look. The two of them began laughing at Fred's words.

"Or, y'know, people could call us Fred, George, and Dru," Dru replied with a smirk.

"Oh! How about the Weasley Twins and the Tonks girl?" said George between chuckles.

Fred rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

"All right, lads," said Dru, "so it's settled then?"

"Yes, I believe it is," Fred said with a smile.