K15: Okay, this random idea for Fred's revenge on George is going to go into action…

Fred: When?

Me: Next chapter. This chapter is important. … yeah… anyway, enjoy. Later. K15

Disclaimer: NO! FRED! NO NOT … I mean no I don't own Avatar…. Crap… I mean Harry Potter.

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Fred stood up, the pain in his legs to unbearable. He hated the fact that they were bruised beyond belief. His arms were strong enough, because they hadn't been the source of the problem, but when he saw George, Fred was going to kill him.

He wobbled as he reached for the banister. If he had the energy, then he would of Apparated down stairs. Sadly he didn't, and it was going to be one hell of a time walking down the stairs, and then getting back up. He felt like falling, and just going down on his butt, like he used to when he was a child, but he was afraid that his legs wouldn't be able to take it any more.

Fred raised a red eyebrow as he could hear Ron's voice carrying over the sound of the customers from the other room. If Ron and George were off talking, then who was watching over the shop? Fred wondered. It didn't matter; his mind was set on killing both of his brother's now. Not that he wasn't going to kill either of them before; it was now he was just set on killing both of them.

He landed on his butt, after falling down the last the few steps. Fred bit his bottom lip in pain as he rose to his feet. It hurt to stand, it hurt to walk, and it just hurt all together. The wall had become his best friend as Fred began his walk down the hall. He glanced into the shop and was surprised to find it so empty. There were a few people in there, but it wasn't anything that Verity couldn't handle.

"Are you sure it's not working?" It was Ron's voice. Why did they have to choose the workroom to have this conversation? It was probably they thought Fred couldn't leave the bed, boy were they wrong. "What are you doing wrong?"

"Bloody hell Ron," George swore. "I'm doing all the work, maybe if you would help a little bit."

"I'm trying, I'm coming up with all the ideas." Ron snapped at his brother. "It's not fair."

"There's got to be something we're doing wrong." George kicked at desk, causing stuff to fall off of it. "We must work on something better."

"What if we just locked them in the closet and had them do seven minutes in heaven." Ron shrugged. "Especially since things aren't going…"

"That's a stupid idea," George growled. "This whole idea is stupid."

"Don't you want Hermione to be happy?"

George folded his arms and held them close to his chest. His green-blue eyes glaring at his youngest brother. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Bloody Hell, are you that dense?" Ron threw his hands up in the air, knocking off a Quidditch trophy. George was quick to catch his trophy. "Sorry, anyway, what are you going to do now?"

Fred decided to limp in on this moment. "So, I think you two should explain what's going on?"

George glared at Ron. "I told you he'd hear."

"Actually it has something to do with the fact that Ron sent up Hermione, when George told me that Ron was sick." Fred pulled up a chair and sat in it, only leaning on his knees.

Ron shrugged at the next glare from his twin brothers. "Okay, we're trying to hook you up with Hermione."

"Why would you do that?"

Ron raised his wand and smirked and waved it around. There was the sound of tinkering and the next thing Fred knew was about six glass potion vials attacked him. He blocked his face, and when the attack stopped, he felt blood dripping down his arms, and chest. And when he looked around the room, both of his brothers were gone working in the shop.

Fred threw his head back and let out a moan. Verity rushed in and she let out a gasp. "Mr. Weasley? Are you alright?"

"Can you tell me if Hermione is in the shop?" Fred asked.

"She is, she's with your sister as well as Mr. Potter."

"Can you bring them back here?" Fred questioned.

"NO!" Hermione yelled. "I'll kill you Ronald! I'll absolutely murder you." Fred flinched as he heard her shriek.

Ginny stuck her head in the door and walked calmly over to Fred. "Don't worry, Fred, he's going to be alright. I think she's more upset over…"

"Why is it that every time I come here, even if it's for pleasure, you're getting yourself hurt?" Hermione brought out her wand and shut it in Harry's face.

"HEY!"

Hermione sighed, and quickly healed him, and leaned on his knee. "Don't move. I've locked the door, not even Ron or George can get in now."

Ginny giggled. As she watched Hermione cuddle with Fred's knee, it was obvious that those two had something going on. Whether or not they wanted to admit it was perfect with the younger sister. She would just have to help plot with her old brothers. Not that injuring Fred to the point when he gets healed, was going to work for anything.

Hermione sighed as Ginny finally spoke up. "I think I'm going to see if the boys want any help in the shop. Verity hasn't gone on her lunch break yet. So, yeah." She smiled and Disapparated out of the room.

Fred looked down. "They want to get us together."

"What?"

"Ron wants us to date. At least that's what I got from the conversation I overheard." He continued on. "I think I've got the perfect revenge. It's an old potion we tried to develop years back when we first started out, but we couldn't get anything right about it."

Hermione smirked as she looked up into his eyes. "I'm listening." She said. Fred could practically see the wheels turning in her head. If there was anyone who could help him with this, then it was definitely her.

"So this is what we do."

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K15: Ha ha, guess what guys that's a cliffhanger!

Fred: Which isn't nice.

Me: Well, it's finals week, and I slopped this together while listening to MuggleCast… go listen to it, it's good. Anyway, so yeah. I should post up next week since we've had a change of plans, and now we're staying in my little town of yuckiness for Christmas instead of going to Chicago. Anyway, enjoy the chapter, and don't forget to review. Later. K15