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A/N: So sorry this took so long…I got other ideas for fics and then I got writer's block…

"Fred and George! Corrupting the minds of my girls?" demanded Ron Weasley, grinning.

"Oh shush you!" Hermione Weasley elbowed her husband in the ribs. "Hello Fred and George. Thanks for entertaining Paige and Harriet."

It was my pleasure," insisted Fred.

"No, it was mine," assured George. Hermione stifled a laugh and rubbed her expanded belly.

"How's the baby doing, Hermione?" asked Fred.

"It's almost here, isn't it Muma?" prompted Paige.

"That's right dear."

"So what were you two doing for entertainment today?" asked Ron as he and Hermione sat down on the chesterfield.

"Stories!" cried Harriet as she bounced on Fred's lap.

"Calm yourself young'un! And stop bouncing," said Fred.

"Tell us a story about Uncle Harry!" demanded Paige.

"I know one," chuckled Ron.

"HARRY! Stop drumming your fingers on the table!" Ron slammed his book closed. "You do it constantly and it's getting really hard to concentrate."

"Sorry," said Harry guiltily. "I don't seem to notice when I do it." Harry, Ron and Hermione were doing homework on the steps down the Entrance way outside.

"Pssst…Ron…" A whisper came out from behind the doors. Ron turned around to see George's face peering around the door. "Come here, I have something for you."

"What's up?" asked Ron when he was inside with his twin brothers.

"We couldn't help overhearing our ickle Ronniekins frustrations," started George.

"Well, we could have ignored it but we decided it would be great fun to take something out on Harry as he is practically family," interrupted Fred.

"I don't understand," said Ron.

"We know a spell that can break nasty little habits quite easily with much delight for others," explained Fred wickedly.

"Really," began Ron.

"But it will cost you," said George. "One experimental test for you to try."

"For old time's sake of course," said Fred.

"Oh, of course." Ron rolled his eyes.

"In front of Hermione," grinned George evilly.

"Now that's just cruel." Ron glared at his brothers.

"Think of the silence of drumming fingers," reminded Fred.

"All right," Ron sighed and Fred and George each shook one of Ron's hands as signment of the deal. "So what are you going to do?"

"You'll see," said Fred.

"Whenever Harry tries to drum his fingers," finished George.

Later that day…

Ron waited patiently for Harry to drum his fingers so that he could see what his brothers had done to his best friend. But the problem was that Harry was really trying not to annoy Ron. Therefore Ron had to wait until double Potions to see what would happen.

Snape was being particularly mean today and set a very nasty hair removable potion.

"Why would anyone want to remove their hair?" demanded Hermione while setting up her work area.

"Hey, you don't have to shave every morning," came Ron's muffled voice from underneath his cauldron as he light it up.

"Like you have to?" smirked Harry.

"Hey! Oww." Ron hit his head on the cauldron as he resurfaced. Harry started to uncharacteristically giggle. "Hey there mate," chuckled Ron. "It wasn't that funny!"

"I don't know what came over me. I just started laughing!"

"Ten points from Gryffindor!" called Snape. "Now get back to work, you three." They sighed and got to work. Soon they had to wait fifteen minutes for the hippogriff feathers to boil. Bored, Harry began to drum his fingers again and burst out laughing.

"Potter! Ten more points for disrupting the class," Snape said nastily.

"What is going on Harry?" whispered Hermione. He didn't answer. Instead, Harry leaned down and took off his shoe. He purposely drummed his fingers and watched the miniature feathers pop up from the soul of the sneaker and tickle his foot that was no longer there.

"That is what is going on. Ron?" Harry turned to face him.

"So that's what Fred and George did," said Ron. "Not very impressive though."

"But such an intricate spell pattern," protested Hermione.

"I don't care, how do we get rid of it?" demanded Harry.

"Finite Incantatem," said Ron.

"That was an okay story," said Harriet. "But what test did you have to do in front of Muma?" Ron smiled at Hermione.

"A truth potion, at Bill's wedding. They asked me who I loved."

"It helped, didn't it?" chuckled George. "You finally told her and it worked out brilliantly."

"Luckily, muttered Ron as Hermione leaned over and kissed Ron.

"Ewww!" cried both sets of twins.

A/N: Thanks so much to my reviewers and betas…I love you guys…