A/N I am SO SO SO SO sorry. I've been grounded from fanfiction, since my grades went from A's to C-'s, and I'm having my friend upload this chapter for me….. Anyways, it may be a while before I am able to upload again, and I apologize profusely. I'm sorry it's so short, but I really have no other choice. I adore you all, and hope you continue to read when I am able to post. However, for now, you have chapter 4.

Chapter 4

The Dungbomb Incident

Fred and George grinned in anticipation. This year was going to be great! Just then Katie came up to them.

"Hey boys." She grinned.

"Hey Katie." They answered back.

"Ummm…. Do you think I could buy some make-out pills? There's someone I want to give them to." She blushed softly. The two boys grinned.

"And who would this lucky boy be?" Fred asked gleefully.

"Just someone. So how much are they?"

"Just a minute. We might be able to give you a discount if you happen to tell us." George's face was full of laughter.

"George Weasley! No I will not tell you! Now how much are they?" she demanded as she stomped her foot, her face going into and automatic pout. Fred laughed and handed her five of the pills.

"Here, these are on the house. If you want more it will be 4 sickles for a package of 10." He glanced around suspiciously. "Just don't tell anyone we gave you free stuff. They'll want it too, ok?" She nodded eagerly.

"Don't worry, I won't! Thank you so much!" She quickly ran away. Professor Dumbledore watched from a closet off to the side and shook his head. This pair was going to be a handful, but if the teachers played their cards right, they would be great.

Fred watcher her go, and smiled. Give him a week, maybe two, and she would be his. He was slightly worried about George; he knew his twin liked the girl, but she was too pretty to give up on. Fred was snapped back into reality by his brother, who punched him in the arm and ran off laughing. Fred followed at a slightly slower pace, his face forming a thoughtful frown.

The next day, Fred set his plan into action. He had to take is time, take it slow, decide where he wanted to go with this. If he went one way, it could all end in destruction. However, if he chose right, it could mean eternal bliss. So, finally making his decision, his pawn slowly inched its way to B3.

"Checkmate, brother." He grinned, his victory complete. He glanced at his watch. "It's almost time!" he exclaimed suddenly. Earlier that week, they had arranged with Peeves to create a commotion that would distract Filch while they set off a package of dungbombs in the astronomy tower. In exactly eight minutes and 56 seconds, they would create total chaos. Fred nodded.

"Right then, let's start heading towards the tower." They walked swiftly, trying to avoid teachers, since it was after hours. Once or twice they would have to duck into random rooms to evade being caught. They almost got caught when they heard footsteps and quickly dodged into the closest room. Much to their dismay, they had walked right into their transfiguration classroom, with an open office door. Throwing horrified glances at each other as the heard swift footsteps heading their way, they ducked under the closest desk. Hearts thumping, they waited for Professor McGonagall to find them.

"Hello?" They heard her ask curiously. They hoped she would just shrug it off and go back, but they had no such luck. It seemed in their haste to escape, one of their make-out pill packets had fallen out of a pocket, and apparently McGonagall had seen it. The two boys gripped hands and held their breath, praying she wouldn't catch them. Just a few more feet and she'd get a clear view of the two troublemakers.

"Minerva?" The twins sighed in relief.

"Yes, Severus?" She replied, her voice as soft as a kittens. Fred and George looked at each other and gagged. It was quite evident she had feelings for their sinister potions master. He spoke again.

"I'm going to have to ask you to quit lacing my morning tea with love potins. I am quite adept in detecting unwanted potions, and you are painfully inept at hiding them. I have been kind enough to refrain from speaking to the headmaster about this, but if I find my drink tainted with your vile concoctions once again, I shall have to take desperate measures. Do you understand me?" George's eyes were wide, and filled with mirth. His twins hands were laced over his mouth in a vain attempt to control the giggles exploding from him. Luckily, they were muffled by the sound of their beloved transfiguration teachers sobs. It took another 15-20 minutes for her to leave the classroom, and the boys were able to snatch the make-out pills and leave. Worriedly, Fred glanced at his watch. They ere 10 minutes late, and there how long Peeves could or would keep Filch occupied. When they reached the Astronomy tower, they quickly looked around, and ran to the far corner. With George keeping watch, Fred set the dung bombs down, lit them, then took off. Luck was on their side. They neither met nor heard anyone in the halls. The two boys were just jumping into the common room when a pair of scaly white hands yanked them back.

"Well, well, well," a slimy voice hissed. "What have we got here?"