Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

Thanks to citcat299, I was able to see my mistakes. I guess you were the only one who noticed it. Indeed, I made McGonagall too soft with no reasons. And I also made Harry and Ron agree to the plan almost too quickly. So here's and edited chapter. I sort of changed the part where McGonagall talked to the twins about staying and the part where Harry and Ron agreed to the plan.

Almost everyone at Hogwarts ran outside to see what the racket was all about. Everybody was shocked to see who decided to pop in! Fred and George Weasley!! The teachers groaned, Slytherins moaned and all the other students cheered. Harry, Ron, Hermione and (forced) Draco ran to greet them.

"Fred! George! What are you guys doing here? You couldn't have apparated. You can't." Hermione questioned.

"That's a polite way to greet them," Harry said sarcastically, "But… how did you get here?"

"That's quite simple," said Fred.

"We were trying to make…" George began.

"A potion that will turn your hair soft for a week then it will come to life and probably beat the crap out of you, but we…"

"Didn't have the right ingredients so we replaced half of them…"

"While Fred was stirring it he was saying 'We can sell this at Hogwarts'…"

"The next thing we knew, we were here."

"Oooohh." The three of them chorused.

Silence... The twins surveyed Hermione because they sensed something was different. George's gaze landed on Hermione's hand. He elbowed Fred and Fred read George's mind.

"Hermione, why are you chained to him?" Fred asked giving Draco a very nasty glance. George nodded along while Fred was asking the question.

Harry sighed, "Come on, lets go to the Griffindor Common room. We'll explain everything there." He took Hermione's un-cuffed hand and led the way.

"OH NO!!!" Draco snapped, "I'm not going to a Griffindor Common room! It's probably full of Mudbloods and I DON'T associate with Mudbloods!" He stopped and pulled his hand attached to the handcuff pulling Hermione along with him.

After 6 years of being called Mudblood, Hermione was used to the term and thought of it as a normal word. She merely shrugged it off, stared at Draco and spoke.

Ron nudged Harry, "Bloody hell, I think Herm is about to crack! Come on, help my get rid of all the sharp objects." The two quickly dashed to the nearest sharp objects close to Hermione which were Colin Creevy's pointy camera, a twig that Dean Thomas was fiddling with, and Fred's suitcase with pointy corners.

"Who said we're taking you with us?" Hermione asked almost too innocently, "Why, I shall personally cut your hand off and leave you behind… RON HAND ME A BLOODY CHAINSAW!!!" she exploded giving Draco the most vicious look she could muster. When no chainsaw was handed, she ran after Draco.

Since they were handcuffed together, Draco didn't get a very good lead. In fact, 2 meters was the farthest distance he could get from the 'evil Hermione.' He was practically dragging her with him since he was running faster. Hermione has both of her hands outstretched ready to strangle Draco if he could just slow down a bit. Draco usually loves to see Hermione pissed, but in a situation where a half-crazed woman is chasing you ready to kill, he didn't find this amusing.

"You idiotic ferret! Why the hell did you choose me! I tried my best to give you all the murderous answers I could come up with… but Nooo, you had to choose me!!" Hermione bellowed on top of her lungs, enabling the entire school to hear.

Draco didn't think of that… "I thought you were playing hard to get!" he yelled back lamely. The whole student body cracked up! Ron was leaning on Harry for support, George had tears in his eyes, Harry was clutching his stomach in pain from laughing, and even the Slytherins were cracking up… well all of them except Crabbe and Goyle, who unfortunately were too stupid to get what was funny. Goyle, who was a bit smarter than Crabbe, miraculously caught the joke and explained it to Crabbe. The two dimwits started to guffaw.

"Alright! Nothing much to see here! Go back inside!" McGonagall instructed. "Twins,"

"Yeah?" Fred and George asked tearing their eyes form the scene.

"Visitors aren't usually allowed inside the school," But the teacher looked back through the memories with the twins. Making Umbridge miserable, helping the witch quit her job, McGonagall smiled a bit, "But since both of you helped to make Umbridge's stay here miserable, I'll make an exception. You have 2 hours. You can stay at the Griffindor tower for now. Don't cause trouble." She reminded them. The headmistress gathered the students inside and sent them to their House Common Rooms.

"Thanks!" yelled the two.

The only students left were Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Draco (still running) and Hermione (still crazy).

McGonagall talked to them, "Twins, if you are going to stay at Hogwarts, I expect both of you to behave. Mr. Weasley and Potter, please, help Ms. Ganger adjust to the situation. Both of you are the closest people to her." The teacher lowered her voice to a whisper, "And also, I know both of you are not very close to Mr. Malfoy but please, control him. I doubt Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle can handle the problem. Why, those two numb sku-… I mean, students, wouldn't recognize a problem even if it did the salsa in front of them."

Harry was going to argue but McGonagall interrupted him, "Don't worry, I'll handle this after I handle the class." Harry looked relieved after hearing this.

"Um… professor, how are we supposed to bring those two into our Common Room?" the young Weasley asked.

"Make them fall asleep or something," with that, she stalked off the scene.

"Okay," Ron said confusedly, "Whatever she says." He bended down and picked up two enormous rocks. Before Harry could stop him, Ron chucked the first and second rock straight at Draco and Hermione's heads knocking them out cold. Ron has a pretty good aim.

"Uh…Ron," Harry said holding up an index finger, "I was thinking more of a less painful way, like a sleeping spell," Harry said staring at the two unconscious bodies in front of them.

"Oh, yeah… huh?" Ron said grinning in shame.

"Okay, they're asleep makes no difference." George interrupted.

"I guess," the other three replied. Harry and Ron levitated Hermione and Draco to their tower. They didn't stay in the common room since the other students were giving Draco nasty looks. So the 6 headed to the Boys' Dormitory. They landed Draco and Hermione on Neville's bed. It was a little cramped because it's a single person bed. But they didn't have much choice. And so, Ron and Harry told the twins the story.

"It all started out like this," Ron began, "I was happily eating breakfast. Then, Hermione suddenly busted in the Great Hall with a green face ready to curse Malfoy…"

15 minutes later.

This time, Harry was finishing the story, "… then Malfoy kissed Hermione on the lips for quite some time. My poor friend, she wasn't able to push him off. He probably chocked her to death! Then an ear splitting noise was heard and we all went outside and saw you two." Harry finished. He was really out of breath.

"That explains the poofy tail Malfoy has," George said. "So, they have to stay like this for the rest of the day… Hmm… Fred, are you thinking of what I'm thinking?"

"No, unless what you're thinking of is snatching the key from McGonagall and making it appear the teachers lost the keys and making Hermione and Draco stuck like this for a couple of weeks so they can get to know each other, sleep together, learn to get along, annoy each other to death and be friends or more." Fred replied.

George was teary-eyed after he heard Fred's ranting. "You read my mind!"

"Uh… guys, I don't Hermione will like that plan," Harry said uncertainly, "I mean, she hates Malfoy more than hell itself. Plus, she'll probably kill both of us," Harry said glancing at Ron.

"Yeah, just look at those 2," Ron said jerking his head on Hermione and Draco's direction, "Their faces are all scrunched up. I bet they feel each others presence." Indeed, the faces of the two enemies are all screwed. But it wasn't from being next to each other. It's because of the pain the bumps on their heads are causing. I mean, the rocks WERE pretty big.

But George wasn't about to give up, "Come on people, look at it this way, you can both be free. I mean… Hermione is always breathing down your necks. Always ready to order you to do your homework. But when she's busy trying to cut off Malfoy's hand, she wouldn't even know you're there. You can dance around the Great Hall naked, you can break all the rules you want, you can even copy off of her homework due in 3 months. She won't notice with Malfoy around."

These were enough reasons for Harry and Ron.

"Okay, we're in, we only need the key." George dug inside this pocket and held out a key. "How did you?" "I have talent."

Thanks again to citcat299 for the constructive flame. If you have any writing suggestions, post it in your reviews. I need some serious advice.

IceQ.