Chapter 2
George was frantic. "Bloody hell! Who am I going to find to snog in half an hour!" He paced the room hysterically, groaning in frustration as he thought of all the side effects.
"No one," said Fred with a devilish grin plastered on his face.
"Exactly! No one!" George sat down in a chair on the borderline of crying from thinking about the pain he would endure from having boils on his bottom.
"No, I mean, you're not going to snog anyone. We have to make sure the spell works!"
"Wha-NO! That's not happening! I do not, I repeat, do NOT want boils on my bottom!" George exclaimed while glaring murderously back at Fred. Fred stood silently, thinking of a way to explain it to George. He snapped his fingers and got onto his knees to beg and plead to his brother.
"You know we have the antidotes to cure all of the symptoms. Just do it! Please! Do it for the sake of children, George! The children!" Fred said quite passionately, his eyes shining with hidden tears waiting to spill out.
"T-the children?" George shrieked, "What do the children have to do with anything we're doing here?"
"Everything, George." Fred replied earnestly, now on the verge on tears. He made the best puppy-dog eyes he could and stared into George's eyes. "All the children who - if you go off and find someone to snog - will never be able to experience a proper snog day at Hogwarts."
George seemed to think this over. "Well, you know how much the children mean to me. I'll do it!" George said, jumping out of his seat and fiercely giving his twin an immense hug.
"Good. And anyway, it's too late now. You only have..." Fred looked down at his watch, "ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... ONE!"
George's eyes shot open. He stared down, watching as snot dripped viscidly from his nose. 'I think it worked', he tried to say, but when he opened his mouth his teeth dropped out, making it sound like 'Ma mimk mitt murked'.
"Come, we'll let you have a nice sit while I assess the damage." Fred said professionally, leading his twin into their office. George shook his head profusely and pointed downwards.
"Wha-OH... boils on your bottom, eh? I guess we'd better take care of that." said Fred, barely containing his laughter.
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3 hours and many shrieks from George later, Fred and George had successfully removed all boils and snot and had replaced the teeth back into Fred's mouth. They had collected sampled from all of the symptoms (and George can testify that it was quite unpleasant) and had gathered more data for their research. The twins then decided to move on to their next challenge.
"Okay, step one is complete" said George. "Now, step two... make the spell into a potion."
"Is that even possible?" Fred asked.
"It sure is!" George replied, "Why else would the author have added it into the story?"
"Oh, right." He paused. "ARE YOU MAD! You know how long it took us to figure out the spell? We only have a month until Pass the Snog day, you really expect us to make this potion!"
"We can do it, I know we can." George said confidently.
"I guess, but this will mean a lot of late nights and a lot of coffee." sighed Fred.
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So, for the next few weeks, the twins worked changing the snogging spell into the snogging potion in their office/workshop behind the joke shop. They had many potions and ingredients, so many that it looked similar to Snape's dungeons; the only differences being that it was lit up, not a dungeon and there was no awful smell of grease lingering in the air. Anyway, keeping on topic, the twins had a large amount of supplies and items in the room that an accident was prone to happen. The week before Pass the Snog day, they had accomplished their goal.
"I think we've finally got it!" Fred said excitedly, wiping sweat from his brow, "We made a Pass the Snog potion!"
The twins jumped for joy and proceeded in dancing around their laboratory. George, being the clumsier of the two, knocked into the wall by accident, causing a potion to spill its contents into the exact cauldron the Pass the Snog potion was in. A bit spilt to the side and the twins ran to clean it up but neither of the twins noticed it fall into the cauldron.
"Uh, George, being the oh-so-wise one, can you answer me this? How are we going to get this potion into Hogwarts?" Fred questioned.
"Always the logical one, aren't we? Fred, we'll just have to" George paused. He hadn't thought about that. "We'll just have to send it to someone the teachers trust. They can do the dirty work for us."
"Do we know anyone the teachers trust? I don't think we do." Fred said, "All this work for nothing!"
George sat in silence and thought long and hard. "Well, what about Hermione!"
"Perfect." Fred replied.
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