Harry, Ron, and Hermione were resting in the common room, when two school owls came through the window. They had studied for three essays in the upcoming week, plus an extra quiz Snape had assigned. Harry went to detention the night before with Professor McGonagall, organizing student records and updating punishment files. He hadn't gotten much sleep, so he was exhausted now. Then the owls came, the dark brown one to Ron, and the soft cream colored one to Harry. The owls each carried two pieces of crimson parchment.

"What's this?" asked Harry, ripping the cord off his package while Ron did the same.

"Dunno," said Ron faintly. The two boys opened the first note, as they both said in curvy gold letters:

"Read this next message in private, without the company of your friends, enemies or lovers. Especially lovers. Do not show this note to your two friends across from you. Now, go find somewhere private, and keep the messages to yourself."

Harry wordlessly gazed at Ron as he stared back.

"One second, Hermione," said Ron, getting up and kissing her on the cheek.

The two boys walked in different directions in the room.

"What does it say?" asked Hermione, but she wasn't answered.

On Harry's note, it read:

Harry, Harry. I'm so glad you got my letter. My name is unimportant. I want to you to meet me after the Halloween feast in a small room in the North Tower. Be quiet now, I don't want the teachers to hear us. I will meet you there after you have arrived. Don't fret if I'm late—I've got a fun little surprise for you, and likewise for your friend reading the other letter. But my sister will entertain him. Oh, Harry! We are going to have lots of fun. Now, I'm sure you'll want to know what I look like so you know it's me, right? Well, enclosed in an envelope in this package are a few trinkets that you can associate with me! I'll see you later, handsome!

Harry opened the envelope. Inside, was a black garter, a lipstick tube with dark red lipstick, and a leaflet advertising British prostitutes. His eyes went as round as saucers at the leaflet. The words from the first note echoed back to him. Especially not lovers.

On Ron's note, it read:

Ron, dearest! Aren't you lucky? I want to play with you after the feast I'll tell you my name when I see you. I want you, lucky you, to meet me in a small room near the dungeons with a copper door. You'll see it. We're going to have fun, Ron. Want to know what I'm like? Open a small envelope under this note! I'll see you later, you lucky boy.

Ron opened a small envelope and took out what was inside. His ears turned bright red and he grinned.

"Hello?" shouted Hermione. The two boys looked up. "Did you hear me? We have to go the feast!"

Ron and Harry stuffed the papers and objects in their pockets and shuffled after Hermione.

George was still laughing by the time he was at his seat for the feast. The great hall was decorated to Halloween theme. There were bats nestling on the rafters, and the orange and black streamers were magically floating across the whole room. There were pumpkins filled with candy on every table. George gazed around the great hall triumphantly. Marcus Flint was sitting grimly at his table next to Malfoy, barely eating anything. There were still lipstick marks on his cheeks. George found Harry and Ron sitting silent next to Ginny and Hermione. George grinned. The two boys had small smiles on their faces, like they were keeping a secret and didn't want to tell.

George sat back casually on his chair. This will be beautiful.

"Where is Fred?" asked Hermione as she reached for a roasted drumstick.

"Yeah, I didn't see him anywhere," said Ginny through a mouthful of potato.

"He's not feeling to good," said George, and he left it at that.

There were laughs all around. Food was eaten and desserts were gobbled. Jokes were told and the night was high.

"Listen," said George when custard pies were being grabbed from a new plate, "I really have to go. I want to check on Fred, I'm worried about him,"

The girls nodded and Hermione smacked Ron and he nodded too.

George got up and pushed is chair in and left, striding out the Great hall proudly and up the stairs.

He entered the bathroom to George's concerned face.

"I wondered when you were going to get here,"

"I was having a good time,"

"Did you bring any food for me?"

"Yeah, I snagged a drumstick, bread and a custard pie,"

Fred gave the food to George as the sat down at a small frothing cauldron. George took out two small vials and dipped them in the cauldron.

Fred beamed.

"How'd you get the hairs, and who were they from?" he asked, pocketing a vial.

"I took three hairs. One from Lavender Brown, one from Blaise Zabani, and one from, you aren't going to believe this, Fleur Declour,"

"Fleur?" asked Fred, astounded, "How?"

"Ron kept some after the second task when she kissed him. He's had it for a while,"

"Wow. That boy's obsessed," said Fred.

"Not really. He kept it, yeah, but never actually used it for anything. I think he just put it away,"

"Or, --"

"Let's not cross that line," said George sharply. "Right. The feast will be over in a few minutes. Take this," George handed Fred a dark spray bottle with a black nozzle, "Hold your breath and spray this in their mouths. They'll be down in seconds,"

"What is this?" asked Fred, poking the nozzle.

"Bought it Zonko's exclusive members catalog. It knocks someone out pretty much," said George, putting the bottle in his robes, "You said a while ago you had a spell for Crabbe and Goyle, right?" asked George.

Fred nodded.

"It's Tempero Adstringo, Torpeo Pareo,"

"Excellent," said George.

"Let's away,"

"Fantastic,"

"Can't wait,"

"Rather,"

"Quite right,"

"Ah, foiled again!"

The twins laughed and left the bathroom.