Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The thought is laughable. JK Rowling is a goddess of creativity and all Potter-ish things belong to her.
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Fred stared at his twin. He knew they were thinking the same thing without having to ask… George coughed. "Yeah, I think we could take it off your hands." Fred smiled mischievously. Oh what a fool Dung was . . . and how grateful they were for it.
Fred snatched the plant that was handed to George and abruptly spun around. "Steeepp Right UP! Get your --" he turned to shrug along with George, whose smile clearly said 'why not?' "Aphrodisiac of the Miiind," Fred drawled. This was a devious act. They didn't normally tamper with a person's well being. When it came to a herd of Slytherins, however, certain exceptions would have to be made. Besides – it was all in good fun.
Bole and Goyle were hovering over the edible dark marks. Bole was teasing Goyle and obnoxiously thrusting one of the nauseating cookies at his face, trying to force feed the younger boy. Bole looked up with interest when Fred had called out their newest 'advertisement'. George and Fred grinned at each other and sauntered in their direction.
"Care to . . . indulge??" Fred asked, waggling his eyebrows as George plucked a leaf and held it out. Bole's greedy eyes examined it and he looked up in question. "Not entirely legal in Britain – just chew it up," Bole really was an idiot. Fred winked at him and George smirked as Bole took the bait, his muscular jaw chewing up the rare potions ingredient.
Bole's expression slid into a look of uncomfortable horror.
The twins immediately burst into tears of laughter. When Fred finally caught his breath, he was able to choke out, "You have just become the first tester for our newest product-in-the-works!"
"Bits-Be-Gone!" George chimed in happily, "the newest and cruelest form of chastity belt."
"Clever," Fred remarked on the name.
"Why thank you, Fred! Don't worry, it'll wear off. In a couple days. Supposedly…" he smirked.
Bole blanched.