I know electronics are not alowed in the school but since I am the author and this is fanfiction I can make up any dang thing I want! Mwahahahaha! The power!

I am becoming lazier by the minute. Actually, by every letter I type. No- oh forget it! Just read it and enjoy it or else I will become more lazy! -Shakes finger minicingly!-

Ch. 8

Harry lay rather oddly on the sofa infront of Ron and Hermione, all surrounding the fire. It was rather late, and Harry and Ron had put off their Herbology homework until the night before. Hermione, suddenly ing a good mood, was coaching them on what to write.

"You know, Fred and George have really been acting strange lately," Harry interrupted.

"Tell me about it," Ron agreed.

"And when you mix the leaf of the..." Hermione droned on.

You see, after all these years, Ran and Harry have learned a wonderful trick. How to write down what Hermione says and yet have a conversation of their own at the same time. But sometimes they missed an important part and when their homework was given back, in red ink was the word RUBBISH! and underlined a few times.

"I miss the old twins," Harry continued.

"You pull the root slightly 90 degrees..."

"Me too."

"Honestly Ronald! Can you not pay attention more than five minutes?" Hermione irrupted.

"You know what they say, 'Mione. Ron here has the attention span of a squirrel," Harry grined.

Ron scowled and gave Harry a dirty look. "Do not."

"But anyway, I know what you were talking about and I think so too."

"Think what?" Harry asked.

"That Fred and George are up to something," Hermoine said matter-of-factly.

"We never said that!"

"And I also agree that you two should spy on them once in awhile to see what they do when they aren't, well, being good."

"We didn't say that eather."

"Besides, it would be like treason, Hermione!" Harry sighed.

"Yeah! They could have traps or something!" Ron agreed.

Hermione looked off into the distance in a dreamy state and just said, "treason is a reason for the winners to hang the loosers."

"Huh?"

"It's from a muggle musical my dad and I watch once and awhile."

"Right."

Fred and George lay splattered on their beds.

"I can't beleave you told Dean!" George grunted.

"I had to tell someone!'

"But Dean can't keep a secret."

"Then put a silencing charm on 'im or something," Fred said sleepily.

George shook his head. "You are so incompetent..."

"You sure have a natural ability at being a prat, George. All this insulting with words that I don't understand. Why don't you just say them to my face? Like...oh...idonno...IDIOT! Why did you think of this plan anyway? You know I'm a big blabbermouth and full of it, just like you."

"I have a feeling that those were insults."

Fred scowled and sat up. George moved beside his brother and cooley added, "you see how good we did the pants prank?"

"Yeah."

"We pulled it off without getting in trouble by acting pratty when people are around us."

"So?"

"So, bro, we can't pull off stuff like that when we are just our normal selves, you know?"

"Yeah."

George patted Fred on the back. "Good. Now lets go get Dean."

After many minutes of searching the halls, they found Dean strutting infront of them. George and Fred broke into a run and takled him.

"Umf! Guys...get...off...!"

George and Fred laughed and got up so Dean could get up.

"What'd you do that for?"

"You didn't tell anyone, did you?" Fred whispered.

"Only Shean-"

"SHEAN? OH SHIT NOT SHEAN!" George moaned.

"GEORGE SHUT UP!"

"EVERY ONE KNOWS THAT SHEAN IS THE BIGGEST BIG HEAD IN THIS WHOLE SCHOOL!"

"GEORGE PLEASE!"

George turned to Dean. "YOU!" He yelled, and his hands went to Dean's neck. "YOU STUPID-" but I'll stop there because it would take a very long time for me to type it all up and none the less take long for you to read. Plus, I'm sure you want to hear it all, so I'll fast foreward to 5 minutes later when Dean is as limp as a noodle and George is still strangling him.

"Alright George, I think he's dead now," Fred sighed.