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I didn't sleep much that night. I kept waking up every twenty minutes, in a sweat, thinking that Hermione would be in the corner of the room, watching us sleep. Or worse, Ron would be looming over me, ready to suffocate me with my pillow. I can't really express in words how mad he was at myself and George. And I did feel terrible. Especially since he drank the potion as well, and seen Hermione. So all the feelings he may have had before were intensified. Or maybe there were just new feelings that the potion had fabricated. It wasn't a particularly strong one, more of a long-lasting potion, but really, having Ron act in a murderous rage for any given amount of time was unbearable, especially since he can't handle his feelings well normally.

I'm not really the type to worry about relationships. But since I'd been the one to start it, it was nagging at me. I came to two conclusions. One, pass it off as a harmless prank and then wait for it to wear off while avoiding her completely, and two, make Ron drink a polyjuice potion, turning him into George, and then Hermione would follow him instead of us until it wore off. But it'd take at least a month to until the effects were gone completely. At the worst, three months. And that was a lot of polyjuice potion to make.

I found it rather pointless to just lay in bed when my mind was to active to sleep. I sighed. Under usual circumstances I would wake George and Lee to wreck havoc on the school whilst everyone slept, but my twin was probably just as exhausted as I was, and Lee, well, he was most likely in the Common Room, snogging some fourth year that had caught his attention. And his mind was anywhere but pranks.

But, as I lay in my bed, tossing and turning, trying to de-activate my consiousness, I realized that there was a very, very simple answer to my problems.

Make Hermione our temporary slave.

Of course, Harry and Ron would object, but if she was willing, who were they to deny her? And suddenly, I felt that it was absolutely necessary to wake my twin and plot this devious scheme. Of course, two brilliant minds such as ours would bring this idea to its fulllest potential, but that could wait until morning, right? Wrong. I couldn't help myself, I felt jittery, as though I had drank and entire pot of coffee. So I shot out of bed and scurried clumsily in the dark to George's, a swiftly pulled the bedcurains back.

George wasn't there.

His bed was unmade, though, and, as I looked around, I saw that Ron's curtains we drawn back rather sloppily and his blankets were piled on top of each other. This was odd. Ron was obviously angry at the two of us, so why would they both be missing. Had Ron forcefully "taken out" my twin? No, that wouldn't happen. No matter how angry he could get, and no matter how much rage blurred his vision and ability to think straight, Ron would never do something to hurt his family... Right?

Right.

And as soon as I made that conclusion, it seemed silly that I would ever think our stupid little brother could ever be so clever as to lure George out of bed and top him off. I blame the lack of sleep. Lack of sleep can do crazy things to a man.

I turned to go back to my bed, but suddenly there were hushed voices, one was a rather annoyed girl, and the other was obviously very pissed off boy. Maybe it was Lee and his little girlfriend getting into a spat. Whatever it was, I wanted to find out.

I stumbled across the dorm room, trying my best not to trip and wake everyone. Grace is not something us Weasley's are known for. And seeing as how I, along with the rest of the Weasley brood, were somewhat clutzy in the light, I nearly broke my ankle trying to walk across the bloody room!

I could see light through the space between the wall and the door, which had been left slightly unclosed. I opened it fully and tip-toed as quietly as I could down the steps. Apparently, whoever was arguing cared a lot about keeping their dormmates sleeping, since they were obviously trying to whisper, but were doing so quite loudly. How is that possible? How can someone whisper loudly?

I rounded the last corner of the spiral staircase, and saw the reason why George's bed was unoccupied. He and Lee were sitting at the bottom of the steps, eagerly listening to the couple arguing in the Common Room. It was at that moment I realized that I knew the voices. Not just as fellow Gryffandor's, no. It was Ron and Hermione. And I stifled a bitter laugh. Now they were bickering. And I had caused it, one way or another.

"Ronald, I can't expect you to understand how a girl feels!"

A scoff, "Come of it, 'Mione, you've known those tossers for years, and never shown any bloody interest!"

A dreamy sigh, "Ron, you're my best friend, but..." Another sigh, "I need you to understant. I want you to understand. Its not about what I felt before! I love them. And I will always love them, and... Not you."

Ouch. A croutched down at the bottom of the stairs with George and Lee, neither looked suprised to see me.

George's eyes flickered to mine, "Wondering when you'd come down, Freddie."

I didn't respond, and we three went back to listening.

"Hermione!" Ron spat, "I'm not fucking playing games! I love you! I've..." He stopped. We held our breath. Hermione didn't say anything, "Never mind. If you want to waste your time on those wankers I call my brothers, go ahead. But when they reject you, I'll still be here."

"They won't reject me," Hermione stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "And there is no way you can keep us apart." And with that, she turned, well, I think she turned because I heard footsteps heading in the direction of the girls' dorm rooms. Plus, it would've seemed odd if she walked backwards, still staring at Ron as she did so. She would've seemed bloody bonkers.

There was a sigh, Ron's of course, and then George stood up. He turned to me, "C'mon, Fred, time to get what's coming to us." I sighed, and stood up with him. Lee ran his fingers through his hair, "...Uh, mind if I watch? I won't be able to slee if I don't know what's happened."

I scowled at him, but my twin spoke before I did, which probably saved a rather messy brawl that would have happened if he didn't, "We wouldn't have it any other way."