Note from the author: "dialogue from chapter 4"

"Rather,"

"Quite right,"

"Ah, foiled again!"

Sorry about that, that's just a camp joke. So pay no attention to that last part in the chapter 4.

My friends(and others) have been reading ahead and have "informed" me that, sadly, the twins aren't as perverted as I portray them.

Well, sweeties, I happen to know that

this is a fanfiction. I can portray them in anyway my bad, bad mind chooses.

b), please care to check on page 119 of the first book when the twins CATCALL Lavender Brown.

That is all.

(and I do not own Harry Potter, and if I did, I'd be a happy girl. And I swear, I am the first fanfiction author on the face of the world to give Crabbe and Goyle dialogue. Just so you know.)

Crabbe and Goyle was not the smartest bunch in the lot. They didn't have a sense of direction, they weren't achieving much in class, and they probably couldn't tell the difference from a werewolf and a normal wolf. With Malfoy, they had a purpose: pummel anyone who threatens him and pummel anyone who threatens Slytherin. But without Malfoy, they were just dimwitted clones with a lot of muscle. Nabbing the two brutes was the easiest thing the twins had ever tried.

After the feast, Crabbe and Goyle were strolling down the corridor, in their arms sweets and cakes from the feast.

"I don' unda-stand why, uh, Malfoy and Pansy had to ditch us, you know?" said Crabbe, as Goyle nodded.

"Ya know, Crabbe, Malfoy's been actin' a bit odd. He's always different 'round that Pansy girl,"

"Yeah, uh, what's the word, he's, er…mosmer…marsmor…mesmer…"

"Mesernmized?" said Goyle?

"Nah, I think it's mesmerized, uh…yeah, mesmerized!"

"What does that mean, Crabbe?" asked Goyle, one of his furry eyebrows raised.

"Dunno. McGonagall used it in class," said Crabbe, taking a bite out of a donut, "'His' is goo'!" Crabbe said through a mouthful.

"What?" asked Goyle.

"I sa', his is goo'!"

"What!"

"Gole, clen yo' ees' ou'! I sa', his is goo!"

"He said, Goyle, 'this is good.'" said a voice suddenly, from behind.

"And, might I add, that your friend is right for the first time," said another.

"This is very good," the voices said simultaneously.

"Wha' ar' oo' doin' 'ear?" said Crabbe, frowning. Goyle gaped.

The tall, red headed and freckled twins grinned. The Fred and George had followed Crabbe and Goyle after the feast down the hallway in the shadows from a certain someone's invisibility cloak. Now, they stood before Crabbe and Goyle, with the spray cans in their hands, and an eager glint in their eyes.

"Wha' ar' 'ose?" asked Crabbe, eyeing the cans suspiciously. Goyle gaped.

"These, my fine, er, gentlemen, are treats," said Fred, "Treats,"

At treats, George sniggered.

"What's so funny?" asked Crabbe, finally swallowing. Goyle gaped.

"My dear, strapping young men, do you like treats?" said George, shaking his can violently as Fred did the same. Goyle came back to reality and nodded eagerly, then stopped rather abruptly, one eyebrow cocked.

"Not from you,"

"Oh, then we have a small problem then, don't we, brother?" said Fred.

"It would appear,"

"Here's a compromise, my clever young fellow. LOOK UP!" he shouted, as Crabbe and Goyle, panicked and snapped their heads up, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, there's nothing—" started Goyle, when Fred and George held their breath and pushed the nozzle with their finger. A purple substance came fizzing out of the can, and the goons dropped to the ground like stones.

"Ginny, have you seen Ron anywhere? He ran out of the great hall with Harry when the feast ended and I haven't seen them since!" Hermione sat, troubled, in the common room next to a roaring fire as Ginny nodded and frowned.

"I haven't seen Harry either. Hermione, I'm stumped. Harry and Ron always tell you where they're going,"

"I know!" said Hermione, "That's why I'm confused. We've always had this bond, this trust, that we tell each other everything. I mean, Harry and Ron both received letters this afternoon that didn't even share with each other,"

"Letters?" asked Ginny, pacing around the room. The fire crackled and spit embers. The flames danced wildly, casting shadows off the walls, and only allowing light for the two sofas that were placed in front of the fireplace.

"Letters. They just opened up the first envelope and dashed away from each other to read them in privacy, I suppose,"

"What did they say?" wondered Ginny aloud, staring at her shoes in fascination.

"I don't know. They just kept them to themselves—"

"Hermione, what exactly did the letters look like?" asked Ginny suddenly.

"I dunno. They were crimson, and kind of shiny—"

"Look at this,"

Hermione gazed at Ginny, and then at the deep red parchment in Ginny's hand. Hermione grinned.

"I stepped on it in the corner over there," said Ginny triumphantly.

"Somebody was too excited to put all his mail away," said Hermione, "So whose is it? Ron's or Harry's?"

"I dunno," said Ginny, fingering the parchment gingerly, "It's not addressed to anyone,"

Ginny sat down next to Hermione, and ripped open the envelope eagerly for both of them to see. Inside, was a message addressed to Ron.

"Typical," fussed Ginny, "For my brother to be leaving his stuff around,"

They looked at the gold, curvy writing carefully as Ginny read it aloud:

"Ron, dearest! Aren't you lucky?—"

"Ron dearest?" screeched Hermione. Ginny continued: "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,"

Hermione was silent, shaking with anger.

"I didn't find any envelope," said Ginny quietly.
"I cannot believe the bastard,"

"You mean bastards," said Ginny, her eyebrow twitching, " Harry got a letter too,"

"I'm going to skin that boy alive," said Hermione, infuriated.

"I thought he was loyal!" shouted Ginny.

"I thought I could trust Ron,"

"Damnit!" they both shouted.