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Chapter 5: The Unforgivable Kiss

"This is just wonderful!" Fred was walking through the halls of the jail with his hands cuffed behind his back.

"A lot of help you two blokes are; you're the ones that got us into this mess!" Hermione was glaring at the identical faces.

"Well, it's not our fault four eyes over here fell for our trick!" George was nodding his head in Harry's direction.

"Well, at least I'm not the one who played the trick! 'It'll be fun' my arse!' After Harry's comment, everyone broke out into a riot.

"Hey…. Hey… HEY! There's not going to be any fighting around here, okay? Now, each one of you gets just ONE call!" The officer led them toward the phones.

"A…call?" Fred questioned quizzically. "You mean with a feltone?"

"Fred! Be quiet!" Hermione nudged. She looked up at the policewoman leading her forward, "I'm sorry ma'am. He's a bit off in the head," she explained apologetically.

"Hey!" Fred yelled, but was silenced by a death glare from the brown-haired girl.

"He doesn't really know how to do simple everyday tasks," Hermione informed. "And his twin is the same; mental conditions."

Harry sided up to her, "Good cover; I don't want see what would happen if the twins tried to use a phone," he whispered.

"Alright then, you could use the phone for them," the policewoman replied.

"Well, I, uh.." Hermione looked as if she had run out of ideas.

"Duh, we could use it!" George had walked over to the phone, turned it upside down, and started punching in random numbers.

"They're dead!" Ron was watching the screen.

"I agree Mr. Weasley. But, we can't interfere. The contract says that only Fred, George, and the Ministry of Magic can interfere… on their own actions." With that, Dumbledore took of his hat and walked toward the Great Hall doors.

"Fred, George, Harry, Hermione! Oh, I'm so glad we found you! We've called the Ministry and they said that they were planning to come over anyway!" Mrs. Weasley ran to hug the group of juvenile delinquents.

"You'd be bloody glad your parents rescued us," Harry growled to the twins quietly. "Next time you try something like this, I'll make sure your guts are splattered all over the Great Hall!"

The twins only flashed matching grins. "All in good fun, my friend!" Fred replied, ignoring the threat to his life.

"Good fun my arse!"

"Well, Professor, it was… nice of you to come," Harry felt very awkward.

"Shut up," Snape looked down at his feet.

"How'd you…"

"Shut up!"

"Alright then…"

"SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!"

Snape suddenly felt a sharp searing pain on his forearm, as if Voldemort was reminding him to be nice. Snape forced his lips up into a smile and his eye started twitching.

"Uh… are… you feeling alright Professor?" Harry questioned, glancing nervously at the Potions Master.

"Would you like some more tea?" Snape offered with a forced grin.

"Um… sure…" He then glanced into the cup. 'What did you do to it?" he asked suspiciously.

"What do you think, Potter? A love potion, of course!" Snape replied sarcastically.

Harry didn't quite catch on, "WHAT?" He dropped his cup, looking green.

"God, must you take everything so dramatically? I was JOKING!" Snape put the teapot down and talked slowly for Harry to comprehend.

"Well, I am friends with Fred and George. And when you're friends with them, you can never be too careful," Harry replied, picking up his broken china and pouring another cup for himself.

"Yeah, well, like I actually would make a love potion!" Snape spat back.

Just then, Harry's face contorted, "I love you, Snape!"

Snape choked on his drink, "What the hell, Potter?"

Harry put his hands on Snape's, "I love you and don't want you to ever leave me again! KISS ME!" Harry puckered his lips toward Snape's.

Snape backed away, looking around wildly. He picked up the entire teapot and slammed it on Harry's head.

"Oh, come on, Severus, darling! You know you want some of this!" Harry ignored the scalding tea running down his hair. He put one hand on his hip and tilted them to the side, standing like a model. He fluttered his eyelashes at Snape and puckered his lips even further.

"Get away from me Potter!" Snape yelled. "Get away!' He held his wand out, but another sear in his forearm warned him to go along with it.

"Severus, aren't you going to kiss me?"

Snape swallowed. "y-y-yes, Potter…" he spat out, disgusted.

"Well, come on then," Harry strutted up to the Potions Master, swinging his hips from side to side.

Snape took a deep breath and walked toward Harry to kiss him.

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