Fred and George had dragged Crabbe and Goyle into a small broom closet, and they sat now squished in the darkness with Crabbe and Goyle lying on top of them. Harry and Ron might be in the rooms by now, and they had no time to waste.

"Lumos," whispered Fred, as Goyles' eyes flickered from the sudden light.

"Fred, say the spell, quickly!" whispered George hoarsely, whimpering slightly from the weight of the two boys.

"Tempero Adstringo, Torpeo Pareo!"

Crabbe and Goyle began to glow softly and became weightless, floating slightly above Fred and George's legs.

"Ok," croaked George, "I want you to drink this," holding out two vials full of the tampered Polyjuice potion.

"How do you know the potion will work?" asked Fred, as Crabbe and Goyle descended on the twins' legs again, and opened their eyes softly, "I mean, it's different the real potion. We used more than a one hair and we used different ingredients,"

"We'll just have to hope," whispered George, as Crabbe and Goyle each took a vial out of Fred's hand and drunk slowly.

Ron and Harry stood in front of the Great Hall when some students started to head their dormitories. The feast had ended, and Ron and Harry were due.

"Listen mate, I'll see you later," said Ron, clapping Harry on the shoulder.

"Ron, what did your note say?"

Ron gazed at Harry.

"My note said not to tell you what the note said,"

"Mine said that too, Ron, but just to be safe…"

"Well, it said I'm meeting someone…nice, er, in a small room with a copper door near the dungeons,"

"The dungeons? I'll meet you there is anything goes wrong,"

The effect of the potion was immediate. The two boys began to change, rather, dramatically. Their hair started to grow longer, their waists began to thin, their legs grew longer and their eyes suddenly had longer, fuller lashes. Their chests…grew, while their hands became dainty and poised. Their skin softened and toned. They were indeed what the twins would call eye candy.

Fred grinned with satisfactions, while George felt a hardening on his part. Luckily for George in the dim light, Fred couldn't see the large bulge in his brother's pants.

Though in the light, the twins could see that Goyle had the features of a combined Lavender Brown and Fleur Declour, with crystal blue eyes and an ivory complexion. She now had long and thick brown hair, and her lips were plump and a soft pink. Crabbe became of a mix of both Fleur and Blaise Zabini. Her hair was a radiant shade of red, like Blaise's, and her eyes a darker blue than Goyle. Her complexion was pale and rosy with soft freckles, and her lips crimson and full.

Fred placed a hand on Goyle's cheek and kissed her softly on the mouth. Her face was still.

"Why, you could be a Weasley with those freckles!"

"But Fred, that would be incest!" said George, putting his arm around Crabbe's waist. Fred laughed.

"Your name will be Violet, and you will be playful and cute. I want you to maintain a sexy personality, right?"

Violet nodded, and smiled happily as if she was dead and someone had breathed life into her.

"That's it," said Fred quietly, and kissed Violet again.

"Fred. We have a plan," said George seriously through his grin.

"Oh come on, have some fun!" said Violet with a clear voice, as she placed a hand on Fred's chest.

"All right," said George. Crabbe was still frozen and silent, "You will be named Olivia, and you will be seductive, dangerous, and very bad," Olivia bit her lip and gazed at George longingly.

"That's what I'm talking about!" said George, as Olivia looked George's crotch, cocked an eyebrow, and smiled like the vixen she was.

Through the giggles and kisses, George and Fred lost track of time. They hadn't realized that meanwhile when they caressed Violet and Olivia, Ron and Harry were waiting impatiently. They wanted to meet these beautiful women, and they ended up waiting for too long.

The room near the dungeons was obviously an abandoned classroom, or maybe a closet of sometime. It was large enough to be a small classroom but small enough to be a large closet. Or perhaps an office? Ron sat in a cushioned chair in the dark. He didn't bring his wand, and there wasn't a window or a lamp. All Ron could do was sit and wait. A few more minutes, and Ron would leave.

Quietly, the door opened slightly and someone stepped in the room. Their face was masked by darkness. Ron was nervous, but prepared. His shirt was on the floor, and his pants were unbuttoned slightly. He jumped up as the door shut, and went to his visitor. Ron kissed whoever was there on the mouth, while slowly feeling his hands up and down the person's waist.

"Ron—!"said a voice, in a low whisper. Ron kissed the person's neck as his hands moved to the chest.

Ron stopped abruptly. He moved his hands around. The chest was flat.

Ron was suddenly very sick.

"I can tell how much you like me. On my leg, you git!"

"Harry!"

"No one came to me, so I went to find you,"

"Harry!"

"Yes, it's me,"

"I don't believe…"

If there was light in the room, Harry would see Ron's face, red as a beet.

"Ron, who were you expecting to show up and what exactly were you thinking they were going to do!" asked Harry harshly.

"Well…the letter said, and…well, it was written, rather, seduct—"

Suddenly, the door which Ron was pushing Harry against was shoved open. Light flooded the room as Harry fell straight on top of Ron,( his pants zipper now fully down).

"I do not believe this!" said a shrill voice as Hermione and Ginny stepped into the room, "The letter was bad enough, but I would have never suspected you Harry!"

"Harry!" screamed Ginny, "You cheating—"

"No, this isn't---"

"My own brother!"

"And Ron, you left your damn letter in the common room!" screeched Hermione, taking the letter out of her robes and ripping it up.

"Please, Ginny—"

"I don't want to hear a word from you!"

"Hermione, you'll believe me!"

"Believe what, Ron! I see what's going on, it's pretty simple to understand!" Hermione pointed to Harry and Ron's position. Harry scrambled out from underneath. He grasped Ginny and hugged her.

"Please, Ginny, please, I—"

"Get off me!" she yelled, struggling against Harry's grip.

"None of us wrote that letter!" said Ron, getting up.

"Oh? Then you did?" said Hermione, crossing her arms. Harry and Ron were speechless.

"I see," said Hermione.

"Actually, we did," said two voices from behind. Ron and Harry stared, as Ginny and Hermione frowned.