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Disclaimer: It's sad really, that Harry Potter can only be owned by one person. Why can't we all just share, like the Juicy Fruit commercials prompt? sigh But, as J.K. Rowling is a brilliant mastermind, I suppose I'll just have to make do with using her characters in my attempts at fanfiction. Ah well.

Chapter Three: Well-Meant Treachery

Ron was having a lovely dream. He was flying above the clouds on a brand-new Firebolt. The air was fresh, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and he was about to score the winning goal of the Quidditch World Cup. He shot towards the goal, the Quaffle under his arm. Ah, there it was! He could see the Keeper now, hovering in front of the middle hoop.

He raised his hand, prepared to score, when he got a better look at the Keeper. It was Hermione.

"Hermione?" he asked, nonplussed. "What are you doing here?"

"Wake up Ron," she said in a hushed whisper. "You've got to wake up. This is really important!" Ron scowled. Why did she always have to ruin everything? "Come on, Ron!" Hermione said, a bit more forcefully. "Wake up, you useless lump of lard." Ron, for some reason, felt himself leaving the game. He was drawing nearer to Hermione. Nearer and nearer, until their noses were almost touching. "Wake up. Please," she pleaded. Suddenly, she hit him round the face.

"Bloody hell!" Ron swore, waking up instantly. Harry was standing above him, and it appeared to be him who had slapped Ron. "Harry? What the—"

"Merlin's Beard! It took ages to wake you up! Come on! We've got to go to the Room of Requirement!"

"What? The…the…oh, hell Harry. It's nearly midnight. We don't have to go anywhere!" Ron protested.

"Yes, we do," Harry replied, yanking Ron out of bed and handing him his dressing gown. "C'mon, just leave your wand. You won't need it." Ron opened his mouth to protest again, but before he could say a word, he was yanked out of the dormitory, down the staircase, into the Common Room, and through the portrait hole.

"Harry!" Ron complained. "What the bloody hell are we going to the Room for?"

"You'll see when we get there!" Harry said irritably.

"But—"

"Ron! Just shut up and enjoy the scenic view," Harry directed tersely. Ron was about to point out that the view was hardly scenic—they were walking down a hall lined with portraits of very fat, very ugly women—but he had found that aggravating Harry when he was pissed off was not the wisest of ideas. In a few very short minutes, they had arrived at the Room. Fred and George were standing outside the doorway, grinning rather evilly. Ron felt a strange sense of foreboding.

"What are you two doing here?" he asked his older brothers, smiling nervously. George grinned. Ron thought it was probably the most diabolical grin he had ever seen.

"Oh, you know. We thought we'd take a stroll—"

"—and we ended up at the Room of Requirement. Went in there for a rest, but now we're ready for bed."

" Oh, hello there Ginny! Hermione!"

"Fancy seeing you here so late!" Ginny and Hermione were walking up the hall, apparently arguing, but stopped abruptly once they saw the four boys.

"Hi, Ginny," Ron said to his sister, avoiding eye contact with Hermione. She probably hated him now. And really, who could blame her?

"Ron," Ginny said, nodding at him. For some reason, she was looking excited.

"Well, we ought to be going now," Fred said airily. "Bed time."

"Oh no!" George said melodramatically. "I've left my wand in the Room of Requirement!"

"And wouldn't you know it, I left that rather large pile of books in there as well!" Fred said, smiling jovially. "Ron, be a good brother and go get them for us?"

"Why?" Ron said, confused.

"Because," Fred said, raising a ginger brow. "We're your older brothers. And we say so." Ron needed no further prodding. Once Fred got that glint in his eye, there was no reasoning with him.

"Hermione, maybe you could help?" George asked innocently. "It is a lot of books. Why don't you help Ronnie-kins over there carry them out?" Hermione, a tad suspicious, shrugged.

"I…I suppose," she said, taking a hesitant step towards the doorway. Ron was already standing in front of it. Sighing, he turned the knob.

"Now!" Fred roared. With a mighty heave, he and George shoved Hermione and Ron into the Room, and slammed the door. Fred quickly took out his wand and tapped the door, murmuring,

"Portus sealus maximus di amor trucio insla." Immediately, the door sealed with an odd squelching noise. Loud banging sounded from the other side of the doorway.

"Fred! George! Let us out!" Ron bellowed.

"Harry! Ginny! Please, help us!" Hermione's voice prompted. "They've sealed the door with an unbreakable charm! And I don't have my wand—oh, no." George laughed heartily.

"You two won't be leaving until you've made-up!" he called through the door. "We're all sick of your squabbling! So make-up and be—er—friends, again, ok? We'll see you later!"

"Treachery!" Ron roared through the door.

"Well-meant treachery," Ginny corrected. "Stop being such a baby." More banging ensued. Sighing, Fred took out his wand again.

"Silencio," he murmured. Instantly, the banging stopped.

"Well," George said yawning. "I'm wiped."

"As am I," Fred agreed. "Bed?"

"Bed." The two started to leave, but Harry called them back.

"Wait—shouldn't someone stay here, to make sure they're all right and everything?" he asked worriedly. Fred and George exchanged identical evil grins.

"Of course," George said smoothly. "Why don't you and Ginny stay guard? Talk over life's problems and whatnot." Without waiting for an answer, he and Fred slipped away. Harry sighed.

"You can go if you want," he told Ginny. "I'll stay." Ginny, grinned, scrunching her freckled nose.

"Nah. I'll keep you company," she said amiably. Harry felt his heart quicken. He sure hoped Ron and Hermione took a long time to work out their issues. A really long time.

A/n: Fred and George are really evil aren't they? Pwaha, but that's why we love them so much! Updates to come! Reviews, please?