AN: So, this chapter is more of the same - but with PLOT DEVELOPMENT!!! And everyone knows how important that is. In this chapter, we get to see exactly what those "other details" Borgin had started to mention are. :)

Fred leaned against the wall outside McGonagall's office. She had decided to talk to them one at a time. Most of the teachers had eventually learned their own techniques for keeping the Weasley Twins under control.

George's face kept coming back to his mind. That cold, completely uncaring stare that he gave Alicia while she literally screamed in pain - pain caused by him. Fred had never seen George like that before, and honestly, it had scared him.

Fred's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening and closing loudly. George had apparently finished talking to the Professor and had left her office, smiling quietly. He walked past Fred and back towards the Common Room without a word or a glance in his direction.

Well, this shouldn't be too bad then. George seemed to have gotten off fine. Fred walked to the door and stepped inside. The chair on the opposite side of the desk from Minerva McGonagall was pushed several feet back and facing the wrong direction, apparently left that way by George. Fred pulled it back to it's place and sat down. He was prepared to defend himself against any misconceptions his Head of House might still have.

"Mr. Weasley," she began, "I have just been informed by your brother that you had not said anything to him about using your potion on Miss Spinnet, he had only helped you in making it. Is this true?" She stared expectantly at him.

Fred had not been prepared for this. "I…" Why had George lied? Fred couldn't believe it or understand it. In all of the dozens of detentions that they had gotten together this had never happened.

McGonagall raised her eyebrows. "Mr. Weasley?"

"Umm…ye- No. Yes…" Fred could barely tell what he was saying, yet it seemed that he had just said that George told the truth. Why?

"Really?" Professor McGonagall looked somewhat skeptically at him, and Fred just stared at her. He didn't have the will or the energy to reply. It seemed that everything in his life had turned upside down. He just needed to talk to George.

McGonagall folded her hands on the desk in front of her. "That was a remarkably foolish thing to try, whether in good interests or not. As a penalty, I believe that Mr. Filch could use some help cleaning out the Charms classroom tonight after that multiplying feather situation that Professor Flitwick's second year class got themselves into."

Fred leaned back slightly in his chair. A night spent under the command of Argus Filch. And no George to keep him company.

Apparently, Snape wasn't very interested in what Bulstrode had told him as he didn't say anything to Draco during or after class. All Slytherins and most other students knew that lying to Professor Snape was practically impossible, so Draco's only hope was that his Head of House wouldn't care enough to do anything about the missing cat. Apparently that had worked.

Draco skipped lunch and went to the school Library for the third time in his life. He usually sent Pansy Parkinson to pick up the books he needed for homework.

He spent a good deal of time wandering around, trying to figure how to even find the book that he wanted, then trying to find out what book he did want.

He remembered that Borgin had said that most people considered this creature to be only a myth anymore, and settled on looking through, "Magical & Mythical Creatures Revealed" written by Andella Samry. He sat on a chair at the end of a tall shelf and browsed through the contents. It looked as though he had picked the correct book. He turned to the chapter marked Mythical and Extinct Creatures Around the World. It didn't take him long before he found a very accurate illustration of his creature. Beneath the picture was written:

"This horrible creature is commonly thought to be extinct, though there have been rumors that it still exists in rarely visited regions. It was greatly feared by the people of…" Okay, pointless. Where does it say what will actually happen to someone who gets bitten? Here we go, two boring pages later.

"The small monster's poison is very powerful and fast working, and always acts in exactly the same way. There are three stages of sickness that the victim will experience.
During the first stage, The victim will have severe headaches and sleep excessively. They will also be angered easily and behave offensively, sometimes to the point of violence, having little regard for others and thinking of no one but themselves.
During the second and considerably shortest stage, they will experience extreme paranoia and act irrationally, sometimes seeming delusional and very insecure.
And in the third, the victim will return to their original mind, but will be violently ill. This sickness could result in death if not treated properly."

He stopped reading. He had no idea that all of this would happen. Especially that last bit about possible death. If Weasley died there would be no one to blame but Draco, and no matter how little he cared for George personally, he never wanted him dead!

It seemed like everything wrong happened to him. Borgin had started to mention side effects. If Draco had known that they were this important, he would have allowed him to keep talking! Draco checked the book for any other useful information before returning it to it's spot on the shelf.

The book had said "if not treated properly". With Pomfrey here it should be able to be treated just fine. If not here, than the school would surely get Weasley to St. Mungo's if necessary. But what about "to the point of violence"? This was nothing like what he just saw George do at breakfast.

Hopefully it wouldn't get too out of hand. And even if it did, what's one less Weasley?

Draco tried to ignore the sick feeling he got as he thought that.

Fred entered the Gryffindor Common Room well past 1:00 AM in a truly terrible mood. He'd had plenty of time in miserable conditions, chasing feathers, to realize exactly how angry he was with his twin brother.

There were no more than five students still up in the Common Room, George was one of them. Fred walked straight to the armchair that he was sitting in and started his outburst.

"What exactly were you thinking, lying about me?" He yelled down at his brother.

George looked back up at him with a mildly annoyed expression. "I was thinking about me. If you honestly think that I wanted to spend my night stuck with you and Filch you were deeply mistaken."

"Did you want to put Alicia in the Hospital Wing with that bit of 'creative genius' you had there? You knew as well as me that you were only supposed to use one drop of the potion!"

George stood up from his chair and raised his voice slightly. "Who made you my bloody conscience? Alicia's fine. She's upstairs now, in her room. And how was I supposed to know that would happen? You certainly never said anything."

"You cannot be blaming me again! I had nothing to do with Alicia getting hurt. What's happened with you?" The few Gryffindors in the Common Room were staring at Fred and George in shock. No one had seen them fight like this before. Apparently they had woken some people upstairs, as there were loud footsteps from many of the rooms above them.

"Nothing, except that maybe I got clued in some!" George was yelling as loudly as Fred now. "No one around here is worth my time."

"Look, would you please drop this ridiculous "better than you" bit? I'm truly losing it!" Fred looked at him earnestly.

George gave him a perplexed look. "I missed what any if it has to do with you!" He sighed, exasperatedly. "Look Fred, my life is completely separate from yours. Stop trying to act as if we share one, it's upsetting enough I have to share your face."

Fred stared in outraged astonishment. His throat tightened and it felt like his chest was caving in on itself. Though he tried to speak several times, he couldn't think of anything to say in reply.

George held his cold glare until Fred's gaze faltered. Fred stepped back slowly and then turned and walked silently up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. George was left standing in the middle of the Common Room, the astounded stares of fellow Gryffindors weighing down on him.

The next day Draco listened for any information on George Weasley's condition. It wasn't so hard to find out. Apparently George had been insulting and arguing with everyone and rarely seen anywhere near Fred. This was unusual to say the least, and certainly worthy of talk.

He was looking forward to lunch, when he would finally get to see for himself. He walked into the large dining hall right in the middle of the excitement.

George was sitting backwards on a bench at the Gryffindor table facing Ron and Hermione, plus many other students who had come around to see what was going on.

"Stop dreaming Ron! You're walking around goggling at her in front of the entire school." George leaned back against the table and looked at Ron with a cold sneer.

"George! Please." Hermione seemed to be on the verge of tears.

Ron looked as though he was about to explode. Draco was sure that Ron had given his own share of comebacks earlier, but he wasn't making any move to stop his brother now.

"Everyone knows that she fancies Harry." George laughed shortly. "It's just a small matter of time before someone catches them snogging in an empty classroom. And as far as I'm concerned, the whiney little gits deserve each other."

Hermione let out a sob and walked quickly out of the room. Ron glared at his older brother a moment longer before stomping after Hermione.

Draco grinned as he watched George laugh quietly to himself and return to his meal, the rest of the students already whispering animatedly about what they had witnessed. This was definitely more like what Draco had pictured, and very amusing.

AN: George... tsk tsk ...for shame. Anyway. Do you know what I want for Christmas (besides, of course, Fred and George, should any of you dear readers happen to have them)?? Reviews, of course!!

Oh, and I just got Order of the Phoenix on dvd. So hopefully that will get me on track for continuing my other story, it being set in that year and all.