The True Discovery

Hermione was very tempted to tell Harry and Ron about the secret love potion, mainly because the look on their faces when they found out they had consumed gecko feces and pig sweat would be priceless. However, that would mean admitting that they had been right after all and that she overreacted. Therefore the secret room and secret potion would remain... well, secret. But at least one good thing came out of Hermione's discovery; she appologized to Harry and Ron, and of course was forgiven. It seemed the only thing that was still bugging her was who was sabotaging her friends.

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Hermione swung her bag around her shoulder while walking back from Arithmacy, heading for the Common Room. She hummed slightly down the corridors until she heard faint voices coming from behind a statue of Oswald the Odd, near the boys' bathroom. Her curiousity got the better of her when she realized the voices were that of Fred and George.

"Time for the latest updates, Fred," said what must have been George. "Whatever your 'brilliant scheme' was, it didn't seem to do either of us very good, now, has it?"

"What makes you think I've already made my move?" came the sly voice of Fred.

"I'm not totally stupid, Fred. I saw how Harry and Ron were acting around those Ravenclaws. And in case you haven't notice, nitwit, Hermione wasn't included in this equation at all! What did you pull this time?"

Hermione almost dropped her books in astonishment. Luckily she caught them, but that didn't stop her jaw from dropping to the floor. What on earth was going on here?

"All right, all right!" Fred snapped. "So I made one mistake. How was I supposed to know it would turn this ugly?"

George sighed audibly. "At least tell me exactly what idiotic stunt you pulled, so I won't do the exact same thing."

"Okay," Fred began. "You know that invisible room on the fourth floor?"

As you would expect, Hermione's fingers were gripping the statue with all her strength and was hanging on the every syllable.

"The one where we hid that belching toilet we made in our second year?"

"Yeah, that one. Anyway, I sort of, er... m-" Fred's voice faded with every word.

"What?" George asked desperately. Hermione, though didn't speak, mouthed the exact thing, although she could foresee- though not believe- what was coming.

"I made a love potion, all right?!?!" Fred almost shouted.

"Shhh!!!" George hissed.

Hermione gasped. She could only hope no one heard her. She held her breath for what seemed like forever, waiting for the sudden silence to pass.

Fred continued on very quickly, as if all in one breath. "It backfired big time. The morning the firecracker went off, I slipped the potion into Ron's juice, but then I guess it tasted odd, so then Harry took a sip and he was under the potion, too, so then neither of them really-"

"I can't believe you, Fred. This is the lowest, worst thing you could have ever-"

"You're just jealous you hadn't done it first!"

"Of course I'm not! I thought of it the very second we made this bloody bet! I just didn't do it because it was obviously the worst form of cheating you could have ever come up with!" George protested.

Hermione's head was spinning so fast she thought she might be sick. This was beyond logic! Beyond reason! Beyond any stupid stunt or trick the Weasley twins have ever come up with!

At last Fred declared, "All is fair in love and war... well, consider this a war of love! No limits to what came happen next! This time, the game is really on!!!"

Joy.

-Q,A?