Don't own this, either.
Unfortunately they met Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson right outside the portrait to the kitchen.
Fred: Hello Slytherins, what are we doing out so late at night?
Pansy: We were about to ask you the same question. Something happened to Draco. Do you know anything about it?
Fred thought wildly, They're on to us! He sent George a fleeting look, but continued.
Fred: Why on earth would you think that? We were asleep in our dorms weren't we George?
George: (nods) Yeah!
Pansy: Oh, I think you know very well you were up and also running around the school trying to hurt my poor Draco!
George put on a very convincing hurt look.
George: Pansy! How could you ever assume that? We would never want to hurt anyone!
Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly. Fred and George were hardly afraid of them, but they were starting to worry that they might attract attention.
Fred: Well, it was nice and all, this little get together, but we were actually on our way to do something and not just stand around all night. G'night.
Crabbe and Goyle stepped in front of the twins as Pansy began to laugh loudly.
Pansy: Weasley, why do you think we would even bother talking to you about this if we didn't have proof?
George: P-proof?
Pansy: Yep.
Pansy pulled a corked bottled out of her robes. She waved it around under the dim candlelight; it contained several scarlet hairs. She let out a raucous laugh.
Pansy: So, what are you going to do now?
George and Fred exchanged a panicked look before Fred spoke up.
Fred: Several people in this school have red hair.
Pansy: Oh. Unfortunately, I'm not the dumb blonde you perceive me to be. I performed a charm to find the owner, and, haha, it's yours.
Fred: We may have lent the materials, but we didn't go into the Slytherin Dungeons, we don't know the password.
Goyle: Yeah, Pansy, what're we going to do about that?
Pansy hadn't thought of this. She finally decided just to leave it for the time being. She sent the twins an evil glare and walked away down the dimly lit corridor. Crabbe and Goyle took this as a signal to leave also.
Fred sighed and as soon as Pansy was out of earshot said: Phew…that was so bloody close.
George: (wiping his forehead with his hand) I'll say.
Fred: Well let's go get our food, shall we?
They got into the kitchen and they both asked Dobby for some wonderful food and drinks. They decided to go outside to eat, and then they would mail their letter.
Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe walked away.
Pansy: (menacingly) Smart one, genius. Why'd you have to go say something like that?"
Goyle: Uh…sorry, but how would he have gotten the password to the Slytherin Common Room?
Crabbe: Well, I, uh… maybe I gave them the password by accident, Pansy. I thought they were some Slytherins.
Pansy: WHAT???? Crabbe, I didn't think anyone was that stupid.
Crabbe: Sorry, Pansy.
Pansy: Oooh…Just wait…. I have them now!! (evil cackle)
Fred and George made it up to the Owlery in just a few minutes, since they were so knowledgeable of the school's secret passages. The two picked out an owl that they thought would be suitable for the journey and tied the letter to its leg.
Fred: How long do you thing this'll take to get to Bill?
George: Oh, I dunno….he's at home now so not to long hopefully.
George carried the owl over to the window and watched it soar into the dark sky. Unfortunately, they did not hear the footsteps coming up the Owlery stairs. The door burst open and in strode Filch, Mrs. Norris on his heels.
Filch: Now, what are we doing out of bed? It's past curfew, you know.
Fred and George exchanged a look. Fred could see that a plan was beginning to form in his twin's mind.
George: (pulling a small package wrapped in paper out of his robes) Mr. Filch, here you go.
Filch: What…what is this, some sort of joke??
Fred: (catching on) No, no! Of course not! It's a gift from us. We thought you deserved it, for being such a great caretaker and all.
Filch: (looks suspiciously at the two) What is it?
George: Well, you'll have to open it to find out won't you?
Filch took the package, still sending Fred and George suspicious looks. He opened it, looked inside, and made a sound that sounded a lot like a dying hippogriff.
Filch: Is…is…is this for me?
George: (nods) Yep.
Much to Fred and George's surprise, tears welled up in Filch's eyes.
Filch: (now sobbing) Oh, this is sooo nice….(sob) No one had ever given me a present! It's the best ever.
The now howling Filch launched himself upon the two and began sobbing onto their shoulders. Fred sent George a questioning look, but George sent him a look that said "Later." Fred pried Filch off them and smiled.
Fred: There, there. It's all right. This means we can go, right?
Filch: Of course…(sob)
George: Well, ta-ta!
Filch waved and said, still crying: Thank you!
Once they had gotten a safe distance from the Owlery, Fred and George broke out into laughter.
Fred: What on earth did you give him?
George: (wiping tears of mirth from his eyes) It was just a simple slab of Honeyduke's chocolate. I didn't expect it to work!
Fred: Well, it looked like it brought out the soft side in old Mr. Filch!
Meanwhile…
Mediwizard: Mr. Malfoy, we have been doing all we can do for young Draco.
Lucius: WELL IT'S NOT ENOUGH!!!
Mediwizard: Well, sir, if you think you can do better, why don't you try it.
All of a sudden, the two men hear a groan coming from the bed.
Draco: Can you turn down the volume?
Lucius: It's about time you awoke, boy.
Mediwizard: Mr. Malfoy! Your son has woken up! You should be grateful; there was a chance he would never awaken from his unconscious state again.
Lucius: (in a snarling voice) Get the bloody hell away.
The mediwizard exited the room, thinking about what to do. He knew he should file a report, but he also didn't want to. Mr. Malfoy seemed quite angry; he was so curt with his son when he woke up. He hadn't behaved like normal parents would, loving and hugging on their sons. This was quite odd.
Lucius walked over to the side of the bed and sat down: Boy, do you know who did this to you?
Draco: (stretches and yawns) How would I know? All I remember is smacking my face on something solid and freezing. Oh and these souvenirs are great too. (he tugs on the celery in his ears)
Lucius: Don't be sassy with me, Draco. I want to know.
Draco: Father, I don't remember! I was knocked out cold! You could at least act like you care that I woke up out of the concussion I was in.
Lucius: You know I care, but right now there are more important things. (he gets up and begins pacing) I need to know who did this.
Draco rolled his eyes and mimicked his father behind his back. He hated when Lucius did this. Lucius knew that his son was doing this, but he fought the urge to give him a good slap in the face. He began to think who disliked his son….
Back at the castle, Fred and George still had spells of laughter throughout the day. In Transfiguration, they both began to laugh when Angelina Johnson gave Fred an enormous slab of chocolate. Angelina was so confused at his reaction that she started to get quite angry and had to be led away from the room to calm herself.