SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT!!! *cowers* Um… I was busy (cough coughetty cough cough Sarah)… Anyways here your next chapter! ENJOY!!!

*I don't own the characters. I own the story I put them in*

This chapter is dedicated to Peter 'Wormtail' Pettigrew the 3½-inch floppy disk with the green label I saw come into Hagrid's cabin. I admire the way you can stand up on your edge and actually 'walk', and I hope that you're recovering well from my Stunning Spell and that falling over did not damage your metal bit. (By the way this is a dream I had… the rest of the dream involved duelling with Voldemort and setting fire to his wand so that he couldn't hit me back again.)

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Chapter Nine: Fred and George Weasley

The sun had just reached brightness when the notorious Weasley twins lay on the grass near the lake, drying off from an early morning row. Their boat, the wooden shell of a giant (really giant) tortoise shell someone had discarded after an accident in Transfiguration, was overturned on the grass, the paddles lying next to it.

"George, I'm bored," proclaimed Fred, glancing sideways at his twin.

"Hmmm… me too," replied George, gazing thoughtfully at the brightening sky, "You know, I didn't think I'd say this, but I'm sort of sorry to leave good old Hogwarts. In a couple of short weeks, we will never have to set foot in here again."

"Yes, well, I, for one, am glad to have finished my schooling. Besides, we've done every extra-curricular activity this place can offer."

George chuckled. "You mean like breaking into all the teachers' offices in turn -"

"Finding secret passages -"

"Setting up a spy network -"

"Tormenting Filch -"

"Selling our joke-shop products -"

Fred grinned. "Making sure that we'll be remembered forever."

Both twins sighed. "It's been great." Commented George, rather as if he was speaking at someone's funeral.

"But now we have to find something to occupy us for the rest of the semester."

"True," agreed George, "We can't sit around doing nothing. That would ruin our image."

Both thought quietly for a while, while the sun rose higher and they became dry. It was hard to think of something they hadn't done - after all, they knew everything about the castle and the inhabitants, right down to the last Hufflepuff first-year.

"Any ideas?" asked George.

"Well, we could -"

"No, we've already taken Seamus' shoes. But we could -"

"No, we've already tied Mrs Norris to the wall and bombarded her with pink chalk."

George sat up and shook his head resignedly. "Is there ANYTHING here we haven't done yet?"

They trudged back to the castle, dragging boat and oars behind them. It was a shame that their schooling should end on a sad, rather desperate note, but believe it or not, the Weasley twins were out of ideas.

It could have made history.

But as they headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast, the twins did not let anyone see how much they wanted something to do. Sure, their goal had been to do everything before leaving Hogwarts, but they had never counted on finishing a few weeks short of the end!

At breakfast, they were cheerful and teasing as always, and the others at the Gryffindor table were wary of them as always. All, that was, except for Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Harry sitting daydreaming was not an uncommon sight these past days, but the other three were sitting with their heads together, as if plotting something.

"George," remarked Fred, indicating their younger siblings and Hermione, "Don't they remind you of… us?"

George's eyes narrowed as he watched the trio. "You're right…" he said slowly, "What do you reckon they're doing?"

Fred grinned evilly. "What do you say we find out?" They rose in unison and seated themselves with the trio, Fred on Ginny's left and George on Hermione's right. They glanced at the twins as they sat down.

"So…" said George, seemingly casual, raising both eyebrows at Hermione, "What might you three be up to this fine summer's day?"

"Nothing!" all three said together.

Fred rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, you can't keep anything from us!"

"Says who?" huffed Ginny, glancing at the other two. All three of them stood up and left the Great Hall.

Fred and George nodded and grinned at each other. Who would have thought that their own younger siblings and their friend would be their final source of entertainment at Hogwarts?

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When Fred and George left the Great Hall, two of the last ones from the Gryffindor table, they had come up with a plan to find out what the three of Ron, Ginny and Hermione were doing - well, not really a plan, as they had no time to think of one - people kept bombarding them with orders for their products. Harry had left a few minutes earlier, muttering something about the library.

The two of them joined what appeared to be the rest of the school in the corridors, looking for the trio.

"Don't look suspicious," said George, "We've got to blend in with the crowd."

Fred spotted Hannah Abbott chewing on toast and looking anxious. Ok, blend in.

Fred and George Weasley walked past Hannah.

"Hi, Hannah," said Fred, smiling jovially "And where might YOU be going this bright and sunny day?"

Hannah put on a face of boredom. "Oh, just walking around, you know."

"Well, I hope you have lots of fun," replied Fred, still smiling. "Bye!" and then the twins walked off.

George sniggered. "Blending in, eh?"

"Well I was doing better -"

"You did it, didn't you! I know you did!" the loud yell of their arch foe, caretaker Argus Filch, came echoing around the corner. George raised his eyebrows at Fred as they listened to his outburst, trying to convince someone to own up to something he thought they did.

"Looks like he replaced us already," Fred commented, pretending to wipe his eyes.

Finally, they found Ginny, Ron and Hermione standing at the end of a corridor and, it seemed, still talking about whatever it was from before.

"Go away," said Ginny immediately.

"Aw, come on," said George, "We could probably help you with what you're doing."

"She said, go away!" said Ron, ignoring George's suggestion.

Fred decided to take a risk and ask outright. "Does this have anything to do with our four-eyed friend Mr. Potter?"

"NO!" the three chorused, but they were clearly taken aback. Plus, the reddening of Ron's ears was a dead give-away.

"Tsk, tsk," scolded Fred, "You shouldn't lie to your elders. Besides, you're not even that good at ly-"

"Did you hear Filch blow up just then?" asked Ginny, trying to change the subject.

"Miss Weasley…" George did quite a fine impersonation of Professor McGonagall.

"Alright…" said Hermione, glancing anxiously at the other two, "We'll tell you…"

"We'll what?" demanded Ron, disgusted.

Hermione glared at him. "We're desperate, remember? And anyway, your brothers might be able to help us."

"So does this mean we get included in the conspiracy?" asked Fred, excited.

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"So this part of the plan is called 'we wait for Harry to come back to the Common Room and break the bad news to him'?"

Hermione and Ginny both turned to Ron. He glared at them.

"Well you two couldn't think of anything better!" he retorted.

"Yes, dear Ronnie, we decided to count on you for once and you disappointed us," replied Hermione sweetly, "So let's never count on you again."

Ron turned red. "Well Harry's my friend too! And just because -"

"Alright! Break up the lovers' tiff!" Ginny, apparently, had had enough. But unfortunately, her comments just made things worse.

"We're not having a lovers' tiff! We're not even lovers! We're just arguing, and…"

"You know, Fred," George pulled his twin aside, looking proudly at Ron and Hermione arguing, and Ginny looked exasperated, "I think we trained our kinsmen well."

"You know what I think?" asked Fred very loudly, so that the argument was broken up, "I think that instead of wasting our time arguing with our, er, 'companions', we should be looking at ways that we use to soften the blow on Harry."

"I second that," said Hermione immediately, but then her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Er… what do you have in mind, exactly?"

George looked at Fred and grinned. "We'll be back with some of our products in just a tick."

The twins ran up to their dormitory and started deciding what was the product that most suited Harry's needs. After some minor disagreements, they finally decided on the Puking Pastilles, because if Harry had started vomiting right after hearing the shocking news, there was a slight chance he was not going to take it as seriously as he would have.

They must have been gone for a very long time because when the twins came back down they found Harry sitting in a chair with Angelina Johnson talking to him, Ron, Ginny and Hermione gone, and a second year sitting at the foot of the staircase, rubbing his head.

"Why is it always about her?" Harry yelled suddenly, standing up from his armchair and facing a very confused Angelina, "I don't want to talk about her, ok?"

Fred pulled George aside just in time as Harry came storming up the stairs, knocking aside the second year. A slam was heard, then Fred and George made their way out of the portrait hole. Hermione, Ron and Ginny were standing there.

"So I'm guessing it didn't work…"

"He already knows. Hannah Abbot told him," was all Ginny said.

They all stood in silence for a while. "Puking Pastilles, anyone?" asked George offering a bad of purple and orange lolly-like things.

Hermione opened her mouth to tell him off when a large group of students including Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown and the Creevey brothers walked up to the portrait hole.

"Hey guys!" said Dennis Creevey, all cheerful, "You should have been there, we heard Snape blow up! It was amazing!"

"Snape blew up?" asked Ron, confused, "At whom? Where was this?"

"Oh he led Draco Malfoy and Cho Chang through half the school and then pulled him into his office and blew up at them!" Natalie McDonald*, Dennis' friend, answered excitedly.

George, Fred, Hermione, Ron and Ginny exchanged glances.

"What exactly did he say?" asked Hermione.

Natalie's eyes widened with the new opportunity to tell a story. "Garden gnomes," she said at the Fat Lady and beckoned everyone into the Common Room, "I'll tell you all about it."

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*Natalie McDonald actually exists. She's in Dennis' year, but she never does anything though. I looked her up in GoF.

Ok, I've got the next three chapters planned out. Yay! And they are taking up almost permanent residence on my desk so I won't forget about them. Requests, anyone? How do you think that things will turn out? Do you guys want this happy or sad? Cho to be good or bad in the end? These are all important questions. I may already know what I'm going to do with this, but I'm open to any suggestions.

Thanks to the reviewers: LiquidV, sweet-soph, Lil Miss Barton, happy molecule, rebecca89. And thanks to ME for uploading this chapter or you would ALL BE STUCK WITH FUNNY SYMBOLS! AHAHAHAHA!

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