Sorry for the wait!

Disclaimer: I am mostly definitely NOT J K Rowling, no matter how much I want to be.

~Amaya~

Fred's POV

I cursed under my breath. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Or rather, not seeing.

"I can't believe that we fell for that!" George moaned, his forehead resting on the table. "Leprechaun gold! Leprechaun gold, Gred!"

"It was probably a mistake. He probably shoved a bunch in his pockets before the game and forgot that it wasn't galleons. We'll just have to write to him, right Forge?"

George's head nodded, but still lay on the table in defeat. I sighed. I guess it was pretty stupid of us to fall for that. I suddenly swore loudly. George looked up at me in surprise.

"Cairo knew!" I hissed, glancing over at her. She was currently entwined with Lee. Ugh.

George gave me a confused look and I elaborated, "Remember what she said? 'Those are some fishy galleons, guys. Almost like they aren't galleons at all . . .'" I groaned. "Dammit!"

"You can say that again," George mumbled, his head on the table again.

"Dammit!" I repeated.

Ginny's POV

"Sooo . . .?" I waggled my eyebrows at Cairo. "Is he begging for you to date him yet?"

Cairo was in a sour mood. I deduced that he was still completely ignoring her, but couldn't be sure. Cairo was the type to get worked up over many little things.

"Does it look like we're dating?!" she snapped, slamming her book shut so hard that Hermione flinched. "And Lee is being such a git, ugh you won't believe it! He treats me like I belong to him. Like a - a possession! As if I'm just there to show off and snog and I'm getting the impression he wants to shag me - "

"What?!"

Cairo's face went scarlet as she spun around to face Fred. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Luckily for her, I jumped to her rescue. "I'm sorry, we were under the impression that you were allergic to studying. Afraid of books maybe? I've never seen you set foot in a library, Fred." I did a double take. "And where's your clone? I thought you two had separation anxiety."

Fred placed a hand over his heart, with an expression of mock hurt. "Sister, you wound me! We've had the unfortunate punishment of visiting this place of, ugh, learning too many times." I actually knew this to be true; there had been many times when Cairo had dragged them to the library with her. "Also, George and I do not have separation anxiety! Or at least, we've never been tested for it . . . But that's not why I'm here. I was here to fetch you, dear sister, but now I must ask why Cairo gets the impression of Lee using her as something to show off, snog, and shag?"

"It's really none of your business, now is it, Frederick?" Hermione asked him indignantly, closing her book to glare at him. Cairo gave us a grateful look. Of course, both Hermione and I were angry at Fred for breaking Cairo's heart, so we didn't make persuading.

Fred frowned at us. "Blimey, since when is it a crime to want to help my best friend? If Lee's treating her badly, I want to know so I could - "

Cairo gave a sudden fake laugh. "You almost had me there, George."

"What are you talking about, I'm Fr - "

Cairo cut him off by pulling out her wand threateningly. From her expression, it looked like she was pretty miffed.

"Alright, sorry, I'm George!" George admitted, holding his hands up in surrender. "I just wanted you two to make up already!"

Cairo's mouth was in such a thin line, she would've given Professor McGonagall a run for her money. "I will not apologise to him. Frederick Gideon Weasley is an insensitive git who can go to - "

"Cairo!" George gasped, staring wide-eyed at her. "I understand why Fred's mad, but why are you - ?"

"Why don't you go ask him yourself?!" Cairo cried, tears gathering in her eyes. Before anyone could stop her, she had stormed out of the library.

We were silent for a few moments, as I glared at George. The silence was only broken when Hermione tentatively asked, "Why is Fred mad then?"

George gave a halfhearted laugh. "Oh, he's just being idiotic. He got all pissed when Lee kissed Cai, though he won't admit to the obvious crush he has. Okay," George looked from me to Hermione, "I've shared, now it's your turn. Why's Cai so angry?"

We exchanged glances. "You can't tell anybody, or I'll hex you," I warned, brandishing my wand with an icy glare in George's direction. He made a motion of zipping his lips, locking them and tossing the key away behind him.

"Well, Fred was being a tad insensitive to Cairo," Hermione said, her voice low, for fear of being overheard. "I'm not sure if he realised or not, but when he didn't respond to her during their, erm, discussion about Professor Moody, Cairo took his silence as fighting the urge to laugh. Then Lee found her locket and was being all sappy and awkward and Cairo just went with it."

"But she was pretty bloody miffed at Fred when she found out, through Lee, that he had opened her locket," I added. "Said something along the lines of what she just said now, him being a git and going to - "

"But why?" George asked.

Hermione and I shrugged simultaneously. "She didn't tell us, nor does she need to!" I added quickly, after seeing George's mouth open. His mouth closed into a frown. "Besides, even if we did know, it would be her information to share, not ours!"

Hermione gathered up her books. "Come on, Ginny. We can find somewhere else to study."

George's POV

I frowned at the backs of Hermione and Ginny's heads. As the bushy brown hair and long red hair disappeared out the library door, I contemplated running after them, but decided it would be best to leave it. For now.

I couldn't digest this new information properly. Cai was mad at Fred for opening her locket? And it didn't even have any bloody pictures in it! Or was there a bigger reason that we didn't see? I just wish that she would let me help!

When I finally reappeared in the common room, Fred gave me a suspicious look. "How long does it take to go to the bathroom?"

"Sorry, I ran into a certain someone on the way back," I said, shrugging. Fred seemed to buy it, beckoning for me to come sit down so that we could resume business. I grinned; I had always been a better liar.

We hunched over the table, quills out, keeping our voices low, for fear of being overheard. Fred wrote most of it, with me just making corrections here and there.

I shook my head as Fred wrote, '. . . we discovered our money has mysteriously disappeared, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you, Mr. Bagman?' I crossed out the sentence and whispered, "No - that sounds like we're accusing him. Got to be careful . . ."

I cringed as my voice carried through the silent room. Glancing up, I saw Harry looking over at us. I guess we did look kind of suspicious; the pranksters, who can't resist attention, hiding out in a corner. He just smiled innocently at me and turned back to his homework.

I leaned over to my twin and muttered, "Harry overheard; he's doubtlessly suspicious."

"Nearly done here, then we can turn in."

I nodded, but then jumped as the portrait swung open. Cairo and Lee entered, Cairo beaming up at Lee as he struggled under his own weight in books. "Thanks for carrying my books here, Lee." She took the books from him, much to his relief. "Goodnight." She gave him a peck on the cheek and practically skipped up the steps to the girls' dormitories. He looked happily flustered as he left to bed as well.

I elbowed Fred, who had stopped writing to glare at the pair. "Not jealous, not at all," I murmured to him, smirking.

He gave me a glare now. "Shut up." But he nevertheless finished up our letter. We wished Harry and Ron goodnight and left, pleased with how our letter had turned out.