Disclaimer: The only thing in this story of my own invention is the plot (but not the previous plot of the first five Harry Potter books). I own nothing else.

Author's Note: It's done, it's done! I've finished the story!! :-)

"Wha'd'you reckon happened with those cookies?" George asked while leaning back in his chair. Everyone had just left the party.

"Wha—? Er... Dunno," Fred replied.

"Maybe we could send Ginny an owl asking if there've been any...odd...occurrences," George began. "Nah, we'd have to send it to Harry," he then contradicted himself. "He was at Hogwarts for the Holidays, and I bet if anything... interesting... happened, Ron and Hermione wouldn't tell us."

Fred raised his eyebrows. "I see," he replied. "Sounds good to me."

Ron and Hermione hadn't officially declared themselves a couple, but with their better attitudes towards each other, they had everyone wondering. All students had now returned from the holiday break—classes had already begun again—and Hermione and Ron had yet to have a serious quarrel.

Much to everyone's amusement, Malfoy's love potion backfired, and Pansy was now deeply in love with Colin Creevey (who didn't exactly return her feelings). Malfoy, of course, blamed Harry for this (although it was entirely Malfoy's fault).

The remaining cookies were now turning up in some of the strangest places and causing some pretty funny results. Dumbledore tap danced during breakfast one morning—Dennis Creevey (who had somehow figured out the secret of the cookies) bragging to have set it all up.

Another day Neville strutted through the corridors wearing a goofy hat (which much resembled his gran's), and rumor had it that Hermione had received the worst possible grade on a Potions essay. When questioned about this by Ron and Harry, she simply asked "Why turn it in in the first place?"

All sorts of silly rumors were buzzing around the school, too, though no one was sure which was truth or not. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had so far heard that Hagrid often wore pink socks, Neville had a crush on Lavender, Seamus took ballet lessons over the summer holidays, and Dean's favorite class was Divination.

One morning, Harry received a letter from none other than Fred and George Weasley. Ron and Hermione, who were in the middle of a friendly debate over S.P.E.W., didn't seem to notice as Harry unfolded the letter and read it carefully.

Harry,

What's up? It's us, Fred and George. We've been doing some experiments and were wondering if anything strange has been happening at your school Thanks again for the Triwizard money—we couldn't have started the joke shop without you!

Fred Weasley
George Weasley

Harry thought it sounded a bit as if they were sucking up to him, but decided it couldn't do any harm to reply.

"George!" exclaimed Fred one morning as a snowy white owl arrived at their window. "Harry's written us back!"

They both rushed to the window and let Hedwig in. She promptly snatched a cookie from the counter and hooted Beethoven's First Symphony as Fred and George read silently.

Fred and George—

Dumbledore tap danced, Neville wore a funny hat all day, Hermione didn't turn in an essay, I've been hearing really funny rumors, and I caught Hermione and Ron kissing on Christmas.

Happy Christmas—
Harry
Turn your world upside down! Learn your friends' and enemies' secrets! Get them to do silly things—tap dance, sing, and more! It's truth or dare with a twist! Not tested on animals.

George read the label one more time. "Fred," he said. "These cookies are gonna be a hit."

Author's Note: I hope that everyone liked it! Sorry if it was hard to read with all the extra lines. It wouldn't let me put asterisks in, so I had to do something else. Thanks so much for all the reviews! I'm thinking that maybe I'll write another story, but I don't think it'll be anytime soon. I don't really have any good ideas, and the only fanfiction stories I really read are the Ron/Hermione ones. But who knows... Remember to review! :-)