(an: I drop the f bomb in this chapter. Sorry. I just read the line on a t-shirt and it was my inspiration for the whole chapter. Oh, and special brownies to those who can spot the name of a music group.)

Ch. 8

Evelyn Darcy must pay. It had been three months since school started, and I had finally solved all the problems that I had created for myself. I had apologized to my friends, thanked my teachers, and built my friendship with Ollie back to where it had been before that bitch entered the picture.

It was time to extract my revenge. She had almost destroyed both of our lives and probably countless others.

I was sitting in the common room thinking of ways to torment her when the perfect help sat down in front of me.

"One of us is thinking about sex. . . okay, it's me."

"A hard on doesn't count as personal growth, Fred."

"You amuse us." He said, grinning. His twin sat next to him with an identical smile plastered to his face.

"Look, Wood told us what happened between you, him, and Evelyn." George said with a look of compassion.

"We hate her as well." Fred told me.

"She screwed us over one day in Potions." George continued.

"I wish she had just screwed us. Instead she ratted us out."

"We won't go into details for your own protection."

"But I still have the scars from that detention." Fred finished, giving me a nasty look.

I gave them a look of sympathy.

"Look, long story short, we want to help." George said, giving me an evil smirk.

"Of course, we want a little something in return, after all, we are business men." Fred said giving me a matching smirk. When had the Weasley twins grown up?

"What do you want in exchange?"

"They call you the Matchmaker, correct?" Fred asked.

"Ohhhh. Who is it?"

"Angelina."

"And you George? Who am I to set you up with?"

"I'm still deciding."

"So I set you up, and you help me destroy Evelyn."

"Right." Said Fred.

"Deal." I said, sticking my hand out for a handshake.

"Deal." The twins said in unison, but they ignored my handshake.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you milady." George said as he gently took my hand up to his lips. I blushed. What a gentleman.

"I can't wait until we start in our business together." Said Fred, kissing my fingers as well. Their mamma raised them right.

We agreed to keep Oliver out of this for the time being. He was still getting over her. When the time was right, he would help.

I knew my decision to involve the twins would prove indispensable. The following Monday morning I was making my way down to breakfast when an indignant cry rang out from the next corridor. I heard somebody being slapped and I rushed around the corner. There was Evelyn running away from the twins. Fred had his hand on his face and he called out after her.

"Okay, okay! I take it back! Unfuck you!"

"FRED WEASLEY!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out from behind me.

"Macho law prevents me from admitting I'm wrong." He spurted out, twirling around with a horrified look on his face.

"That's a detention for you Fred."

"Professor," George tried, "Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer."

"Not in school, however. George, you can join him." She started to walk away when she changed her mind. "You know, I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you two."

"Much appreciated ma'am." George said politely

"I suppose if you two can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning."

"A value we take to heart." Fred said, covering his heart with his hand and dipping into a bow.

Woman's instinct told me McGonagall wanted to break out into a smile. She kept her face locked into a disapproving glare though as she moved along. Who could resist the Weasley charm? Even I had a small crush on Charlie in my early days at school.

"Is she gone?" Fred asked. I nodded. "Thank Merlin. I was sweating like a pregnant nun."

"Why did she give me a detention?" George asked. "I didn't do anything." He flipped the bird at the hallway that McGonagall had disappeared behind. As Murphy's law would have it, McGonagall came back around the corner holding an envelope.

"That is why you got a detention Mr. Weasley." She said with what I swear was a smirk on her face.

George stood there speechless. As did Fred. And me.

McGonagall was my new hero.

"How does she do it?" Fred asked when she had vanished into the next hallway.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"We told Evelyn that we caught Adrian and Marcus in a rather compromising position last night." George told me.

"She told us to sod off."

"And that's when my business partner-in-crime told her to eff off."

"And I think you caught the rest." Fred finished.

"That I did."

"Well, see you at practice tonight." They said at the same time before turning around and heading off to God knows where.

That's right, I was the manager of the Quidditch team again. I had skived off my duties towards the end of last year, but now that me and Ollie were friends again, my obligation had returned.

I had also decided to use the time to hook Fred and Angelina up.

Early before practice, as everyone was pulling their gear on, I put my plan into action.

I stormed into the locker room with tears rolling down my flushed face waving a piece of paper around in my hand.

"Fred Weasley, you buggertwit! I thought we had something going on! I thought we were going somewhere! All those love notes exchanged between the two of us? Just when I had the nerve to ask you on a date to Hogsmeade you write me a letter saying you are in love with Angelina? How could you do it to me?" I know Fred was shocked to hear all of this, but bless his little troublemaking heart. He covered up so nicely.

"I'm sorry Emma, but it is time to explain those letters. They weren't written by me."

All eyes were on us. This was so much fun.

"What do you mean? Don't lie to me, I deserve the truth." I said, cracking my voice.

"The truth my friend is simple. Those love letters were written by George." I heard all the girls gasp. Well, Harry gasped too.

"George?" I whispered, getting into full character. George played along as well.

"Yes, it is true. I only signed Fred's name because I was afraid of rejection. When he told me of his affection of Angelina did I tell him what I had been doing. He sent the letter you are holding. But I can keep it a secret no more. I love you Emma." He surprised everyone by pulling me in for a kiss. His lips were so soft. Damn the boy could kiss passionately. The girls and Harry gasped again. I heard Oliver drop his clipboard.

I pulled away with a smile on my face and turned to see Fred grabbing Angelina's hands and standing her up for a kiss as well. She responded rather well, kissing him back.

Mission accomplished.

"Team! Pitch!" Oliver yelled, ruining the moment. The team headed out and I lingered for a second to talk to Oliver.

Slapping his arm I scolded him. "You could have given them a second."

"They'll be over in a month."

"Ten sickles says they'll be over in four." I expected him to shake on it, but he was distracted.

"Since when have you and George been..."

"George and I been what?" Sometimes I was such an idiot.

"Writing letters? I thought you would have at least told me."

"Oh, that. We haven't been writing letters. That was all a ploy to get Fred and Angie together."

"But you kissed."

"All for show. We like to call it improv. In fact, the twins had no idea that was coming."

"They didn't?"

"Nope."

"Well then, good." He smiled at me then rushed out to start practice.

Urgh. Boys.

After practice was over, the team showered and headed out. Fred winked at me as he walked out with Angelina, his arm thrown around her.

Oliver came out and I started heading back with him when I heard my name being called out.

"Hey Emma!" George yelled and Ollie and I stopped.

"Hey George!" I greeted him.
"Can we talk...privately?" he asked, glancing at Oliver.

"Just have her home by midnight." Ollie said before leaving.

"George, you are a genius. Thanks for playing along in there."

"No problem. I just wanted to let you know that I know who I want you to hook me up with."

"English?"

"Our deal. I know who I want to be hooked up with."

"Great, who is it?"

"Well...you."