AN: And the plot...moves forward. First hint at George being affected by Draco's little scary creature thingy. He might not seem all that out of character yet, but trust me, it gets worse later. This is the sixth chapter - so I figured that in case anyone was somehow confused I should renew my disclaimer.

If I owned Fred and/or George - or really Harry or Ron or Draco - wouldn't be spending my time writing about them. No, I would be doing...other things. Anyway...the point is, I in no way own Fred and George (or any of the places that they go, things that they see, people that they talk to). That would be JK Rowling (though really, she doesn't deserve them after what she tried to do to Fred). So now, on with Chapter Six!!!

Early the next morning when Madame Pomfrey entered the Hospital Wing, she was not very surprised to see Fred asleep in a chair. It was common knowledge that it took a lot to separate the Weasley Twins. Still, it was against the rules, and therefore she prepared to lecture.

"Mr. Weasley," she said loudly and sharply. Both of the Mr. Weasleys in front of her stirred, causing her to temporarily postpone what she was saying and walk to the side of George's bed. "Good Morning. You went through quite a lot yesterday, how are you feeling?"

George squinted his eyes shut and rubbed his hands over his face. "I don't know yet," he replied shortly.

"Well here," she said, reaching into her apron pocket and pulling out a small potion bottle. "You can take this for the headache that I am sure that you have. And when you do know how you're feeling, would you please tell me?"

George just muttered in response and accepted the potion. Lifting his head, he drank the contents of the bottle in one gulp, then dropped it on the floor next to him, much to the annoyance of Madame Pomfrey. Shifting comfortably onto his side, George noticed his brother for the first time.

"What's this, Fred?" He asked with a scowl, "Couldn't last a single night without me. What, are you afraid of the dark now? Why are you here?"

"I'm looking after you of course." Fred smiled, though he was obviously annoyed. "Do you remember what happened yesterday?"

George pushed himself onto one elbow. "Right, the game! Who won?" He asked eagerly.

Fred smiled triumphantly. "We did, thanks to some excellent Bludger pelting from me." He looked at George, expecting a prompt to tell his story, but George had laid back down and closed his eyes, ignoring him.

"Well, anyway," Fred continued, embarrassed. "Apparently the Slytherins got fed up of you beating them and wanted you out of the game. You took a Bludger to the head about halfway through."

"Thank you, Fred!" George said sarcastically. "You'd think I know about that much from this bloody headache." He groaned and sat up. "Look, I'm sorry. Obviously I'm not in the best of moods right now, so would you mind just leaving? Hopefully I'll be out of here soon. Though chances are they'll find some ridiculous reason to keep me locked up all day," he finished, glaring at the ceiling.

Fred just stared at him, entirely confused. There was something definitely wrong with his brother. Normally, George would be laughing about maybe getting out of History of Magic this afternoon and congratulating him about sending Malfoy flying off his broom. Hopefully he would come out of whatever was going on by the time he was released from the Hospital Wing.

Madame Pomfrey came out of her office. "I heard that last comment George. If you let me do one last checkup, you'll be out of here before breakfast. And Fred. You do realize that by staying here overnight you were breaking the strict rules of this school? I absolutely do not want to see you out past curfew again."

Fred apologised and assured her that she wouldn't, then said goodbye to George and left the room. He had quickly decided to forget everything that George had said and just move on. Everything would be completely normal soon.

Malfoy sat at breakfast trying hard to stay calm. It was unnerving waiting for George Weasley to make an appearance. This could turn out be a very interesting morning.

Draco waited impatiently another fifteen minutes before Weasley arrived. Well, it was obvious at least that he was in a bad mood. He sulked to the empty seat next to his twin, folded his arms on the table and laid down his head.

Draco quickly finished his breakfast and decided that it was time to leave by way of the Gryffindor table. Trying his hardest to blend, he walked past the place that George was sitting.

"-to take a glance at an idea I've got for Filch?" Draco came into earshot in the middle of Lee Jordan's sentence.

Fred grinned slowly and turned to his twin with an all-knowing look that soon turned to frustrated. George was smirking at Lee, though there was obviously no humor involved.

"Why would we possibly want to listen to some moronic idea that you've come up with when we've got plenty of our own that we already know are better?" George asked, then looked confused as he seemed to realize what he had said.

George rubbed his temples and grimaced. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I've still got this headache. I just can't shake it off. That stuff Pomfrey gave me didn't help a thing. Speaking of ideas, though. We've got someth…."

Draco finished walking to the door. If that was as good as it was going to get, it was a big waste of money and time. Not to mention nerves. He didn't know what to expect at all really, just that the victim would do different, supposedly damaging, things. He really should try to find out… maybe in the library?

Draco stepped into the hall, and was knocked flat onto his back by someone outside the door.
"Would you watch where you're going? He yelled, scrambling back onto his feet. He found himself face-to-face with Millicent Bulstrode. "Oh, you."

"Watch yourself Malfoy! I've told Professor Snape what you've done." She sneered and shoved past him.

Just great, Draco was on his way to potions now.

"Well, that was your regular waste of sunshine." Fred commented as he and George left the History of Magic classroom.

"I wouldn't know." George said bluntly, rubbing his eyes to eliminate all evidence of sleep before his next lesson.

Fred looked sideways at his twin with a small smile. "Have you been awake for a single class yet?"

"Why do you care?" George glared demandingly.

Fred blinked slowly, taken aback. "I don't, I suppose. He stopped smiling and concern showed on his face. "George, what's wrong with you," he asked slowly. "I was just about to congratulate you. That's got to be near a record, sleeping through four classes straight without any notice."

George ignored the question and pulled his bag further up on his shoulder, continuing down the hall.

"Honestly, George," Fred spoke carefully. "I don't think that you have uttered one solitary amiable word since you woke up."

"No, and I don't think that you've stopped talking either." George looked straight ahead and sped up. Fred matched pace.

"That was to fill in for what you didn't say. I'm not a solo act."

George stopped walking abruptly and sent his twin an offended glance. "Act? We're a show?"

"Well, no-" Fred was cut off by George waving a hand in his face.

"You might not be solo, but I'm definitely not a duo." They stared at each other, George looking frustrated and angry and Fred looking confused and hurt, before George relaxed and turned, once again, down the hall. "Let's just get to Hagrid's. After Magical Creatures is dinner."

Fred stood, trying to understand what his brother had meant, "not a duo."

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