A/N: I know I've taken ages writing this chapter but here it is . . .oh
yeah, thanx for reviews!
"It's only affected Harry, Hermione and Ron," said Fred to George as they hurried down the corridor, "It can't spread to the rest of the school, can it?"
George arched an eyebrow in response. But before he could voice his opinion on the matter, someone from behind called them.
"Oi! Weasleys!" it was Oliver Wood, the handsome Quidditch captain and keeper for Gryffindor. He started toward them, stopping beside George. "Uh, hello...Fred?" he said apprehensively, then nodded at Fred, "And George?"
Fred and George sighed. Wood was forever getting them mixed up. They pointed at each other and corrected him.
"Fred," said George, pointing at Fred.
"George," said Fred, pointing at George.
"Whatever," Oliver dismissed it away with a wave of his hand, "OK, listen up - the match against Slytherin is only a week away. I want you at practise today ON TIME." He looked at them meaningfully, "I have a few new tactics which I would like to discuss."
Fred and George could barely suppress their groans of disappointment. 'A few new tactics' when it came to Oliver Wood meant an hour or two of listening to countless tricky strategic flying and attacking positions while accompanied by a board swarming with wriggling lines.
"Uh . . .wouldn't miss that for the world, Oliver," Fred forced a smile, "But must dash, don't want to be late for um . . ." he looked at George for help.
"For lunch," George supplied, then pushed his twin and began scurrying away.
"Wait!" Oliver called after them, "while we have time, we could start discussing strategies for winning right now!"
This made the twins break into a sprint.
* * *
"I wouldn't sit next to him if I were you," Hermione warned Neville Longbottom who was currently about to sit at the table next to Harry, "you might be hit by a curse." She scowled at Harry and tossed her bushy hair over her shoulder.
Neville glanced from Harry to Hermione, half-confused and half-worried.
Harry glared daggers at Hermione. "I never cursed you, Hermione. But I'm beginning to wish I had now."
Draco Malfoy, who was walking past, overheard the comment with surprise and amusement. "Potter, did I just hear you correctly?"
"Yes," Harry answered coolly, still glaring at Hermione; "People who deserve to get cursed always are in the end."
Hermione gasped, absolutely furious. "Is that a threat, Harry?"
"I'd like to call it an accurate prediction," Harry crossed his arms and smirked at the seething girl.
Draco was watching the scene unfold with delight. "Potter, there might be hope for you yet," he smiled, sliding next to Harry while elbowing Neville out of the way.
Harry smiled, then smirked again at Hermione who wore a look of pure disgust. "Of course, it only seems right that you would stoop to hanging around with the low of the low. Since that is what you have become now."
At this point, Fred and George had entered the Great Hall (after making a successful escape from Oliver) and had come to a standstill while watching the transaction between Harry and Hermione.
George watched Hermione storm off and Fred noticed how Harry was eating and conversing with . . .DRACO!
"Harry - what are you playing at?" Fred hissed at the younger boy.
"What do you mean, Weasley?" Harry scowled, pronouncing Fred's last name like a bad taste in his mouth.
"Forget it," said Fred, frustrated. Their "love charm" had just turned two mortal enemies into friends.
"I'm beginning to wish we'd never cast that bloody thing," George muttered, frowning at Draco, "I seem to have lost my appetite. I can't eat with a Slytherin polluting the table."
"Let's head back to the common room, I have a supply of toffees in our dormitory," Fred said, leading the way.
Just as they got to the painting of the Fat Lady in her pink dress, a series of shrieking sounded from the other side of the portrait. Fred and George looked at each other in confusion. George quickly said the password and the portrait swung open to let them in.
Fred's mouth dropped open as he peered into the Common Room. George stared, eyes wide. They couldn't believe what they saw.
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A/N: Hehe cliffhanger!!
"It's only affected Harry, Hermione and Ron," said Fred to George as they hurried down the corridor, "It can't spread to the rest of the school, can it?"
George arched an eyebrow in response. But before he could voice his opinion on the matter, someone from behind called them.
"Oi! Weasleys!" it was Oliver Wood, the handsome Quidditch captain and keeper for Gryffindor. He started toward them, stopping beside George. "Uh, hello...Fred?" he said apprehensively, then nodded at Fred, "And George?"
Fred and George sighed. Wood was forever getting them mixed up. They pointed at each other and corrected him.
"Fred," said George, pointing at Fred.
"George," said Fred, pointing at George.
"Whatever," Oliver dismissed it away with a wave of his hand, "OK, listen up - the match against Slytherin is only a week away. I want you at practise today ON TIME." He looked at them meaningfully, "I have a few new tactics which I would like to discuss."
Fred and George could barely suppress their groans of disappointment. 'A few new tactics' when it came to Oliver Wood meant an hour or two of listening to countless tricky strategic flying and attacking positions while accompanied by a board swarming with wriggling lines.
"Uh . . .wouldn't miss that for the world, Oliver," Fred forced a smile, "But must dash, don't want to be late for um . . ." he looked at George for help.
"For lunch," George supplied, then pushed his twin and began scurrying away.
"Wait!" Oliver called after them, "while we have time, we could start discussing strategies for winning right now!"
This made the twins break into a sprint.
* * *
"I wouldn't sit next to him if I were you," Hermione warned Neville Longbottom who was currently about to sit at the table next to Harry, "you might be hit by a curse." She scowled at Harry and tossed her bushy hair over her shoulder.
Neville glanced from Harry to Hermione, half-confused and half-worried.
Harry glared daggers at Hermione. "I never cursed you, Hermione. But I'm beginning to wish I had now."
Draco Malfoy, who was walking past, overheard the comment with surprise and amusement. "Potter, did I just hear you correctly?"
"Yes," Harry answered coolly, still glaring at Hermione; "People who deserve to get cursed always are in the end."
Hermione gasped, absolutely furious. "Is that a threat, Harry?"
"I'd like to call it an accurate prediction," Harry crossed his arms and smirked at the seething girl.
Draco was watching the scene unfold with delight. "Potter, there might be hope for you yet," he smiled, sliding next to Harry while elbowing Neville out of the way.
Harry smiled, then smirked again at Hermione who wore a look of pure disgust. "Of course, it only seems right that you would stoop to hanging around with the low of the low. Since that is what you have become now."
At this point, Fred and George had entered the Great Hall (after making a successful escape from Oliver) and had come to a standstill while watching the transaction between Harry and Hermione.
George watched Hermione storm off and Fred noticed how Harry was eating and conversing with . . .DRACO!
"Harry - what are you playing at?" Fred hissed at the younger boy.
"What do you mean, Weasley?" Harry scowled, pronouncing Fred's last name like a bad taste in his mouth.
"Forget it," said Fred, frustrated. Their "love charm" had just turned two mortal enemies into friends.
"I'm beginning to wish we'd never cast that bloody thing," George muttered, frowning at Draco, "I seem to have lost my appetite. I can't eat with a Slytherin polluting the table."
"Let's head back to the common room, I have a supply of toffees in our dormitory," Fred said, leading the way.
Just as they got to the painting of the Fat Lady in her pink dress, a series of shrieking sounded from the other side of the portrait. Fred and George looked at each other in confusion. George quickly said the password and the portrait swung open to let them in.
Fred's mouth dropped open as he peered into the Common Room. George stared, eyes wide. They couldn't believe what they saw.
* * *
A/N: Hehe cliffhanger!!