Edited May 2007

: Sigh…did you know that the US government is saying that the poor Furbys are like a spy device….my poor furby….hasn't he gone through enough? (Don't own, but ya knew that….) 5-07. When that was first written, I had forgotten that I buried my old fubry in my old back yard in Chicago. RIP furby.

Chapter 7

'Bloody Hell!' mumbles Bill Weasley from inside his brothers and Hermione's room.

It's 7 o'clock in the morning and he has just arrived from Egypt for a 2 week stay. He was just going to go up to put a note on the desk, saying that he's here, and wanted to talk when they woke.

But walking in and seeing the three all slumped together on the floor in front of one of the beds, he decides maybe he doesn't want to talk to them about what Charlie told him last night. He grabs the note he already put on the desk and walks out.

kitchen

'Bill, what's that?' asks Charlie when Bill sits down and puts the note next to his breakfast.

'Oh, just a note I was going to leave for the twins.'

'That's not your hand writing,' Charlie points out. Bill, curious, picks up the note and reads it.

'Well, that was… interesting,' he says once he finishes. 'Where is Percy anyway?'

Charlie shrugs and continues eating.

'Stop eating. Lets go wake the sleeping beauties…' Bill stands and hurries up the stairs, Charlie right behind him.

'mhmhhmhhhm'

'Did you hear that?!' whispers Charlie

'mmhmhmhhhmhhmmmh'

'Its coming from the bathroom,' Bill whispers back, inching towards the door. Charlie reaches for his wand, belatedly remembering it's in his cloak, which is draped over his chair at the kitchen table. He lets out a pitiful whimper before reminding himself that he trains dragons and shouldn't be afraid of a muffled noise while wandless.

Bill meanwhile is slowly reaching for the doorknob. He looks over his shoulder and his brother, takes a deep breath, and throws the door open.

'Sweet Merlin! Percy?' He shouts, seeing the last thing he expected to see.

Charlie looks in and lets out a relieved sigh. Although he isn't sure if he should be sick or laugh hysterically. He decides to not open his mouth, just to be safe.

'What's going on?' Asks a smirking Fred from the door way of his room.

'You three are going to explain to us what you are doing in that room that has Ron all hot and bothered. And why Percy is in there. And you,' he says turning to Percy, 'put some pants on.'

'mmmhhhmhmhmh,' Percy mumbles.

'Um, he cant move, offers Hermione, making her way out from the bedroom.

'Well, un-stick him,' Bill says.

Hermione shakes her head and points to George. George sighs and walks out of the bed room and mumbles the counter charm.

'Good, now, in the room, and Percy…just, wash yourself. And don't forget your pants.' He walks into the threes room, followed by Charlie, Fred, then George and Hermione holding hands.

'Now, why were the three of you sleeping on the floor in front of that bad?' Bill asks pointing to Hermione's bed. 'And what in heavens did you mean by anything in here?' He holds up the latest log.

'George, do you want to take it? Its your log.' Hermione says smiling. This was going to be fun.

George nods and places a small kiss on Hermione's lips.

'First let me say that we were sleeping down there, cause that's where we landed after the rough sex,' George said with a smirk, earning him a playful smack on the arm from Hermione. 'Well my dear older brothers, it all started when my Toffee Tart-ow!- sorry, when 'Mione here had a taste for Jell-O…'