K15: Okay guys, this is the final chapter in this drabble series. But don't worry, there's another section coming up. Because this fic is a series of one shots and such, I hope you're enjoying everything.

Fred: Because we all know you enjoy me getting hurt.

Me: You better believe it. Anyway, this may be my last updation for a while. I'm trying to focus on… well, what am I focusing on?

Fred: The trip to Chicago?

Me: Oh yeah, I've got family there so I'm really excited, I get to see my grandmother, so updations will be few. But when I get back there will be at least one. Don't forget to review. Later. K15

Disclaimer: By my long annoying A/N, you can tell I don't own Harry Potter.

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Fred was walking within a week. His legs were healing up nicely, and the pain was subsiding. Of course, a trip to St. Mungo's had fixed that. Fred was questioned where he got all these bruises from, and he had to explain the dangerous testing to the nurse. He conveniently left out the fact that George had caused him to test most of these.

When asked who healed the broken bones, and cuts and scraps Fred received, he was eager to reply that it was Hermione Granger. She was a great nurse, or at least she was going to be. They were going to offer her a chance to go under studies there, even though she was already working for the Ministry.

Fred had given both George and Ron the week off. He needed the time to work with Verity, plus with it being the summer months, things weren't going to be hectic. It would give him time to get the ingredients he needed for the potion.

This is where you could find Fred now, no not with Verity, but hovering over a cauldron. In it was a bubbling purple goop. It was going to be a hit as soon as it was tested and things were able to get going, as for instance that these ingredients would react to each other positively. Potions wasn't his best subject, which is one of the many reasons he grabbed Hermione. The other reason? Well, that's because he fancied the girl.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" asked Fred for about the tenth time during his lunch break.

"I'm positive, there isn't a single thing that doesn't work," she smirked.

"That sentence made no sense."

"I'm just saying, that the beetle eyes should work perfectly with the owlets wings," Hermione explained, looking over at a book.

"Owlets wings?"

"Classic items, look I'm no Professor Snape when it comes to making potions," she growled. "We just have to test out things until we get the mixture just right."

"Who knew that you didn't know it all," Fred joked.

"Well, it's a simple common mistake…" Hermione was unable to finish her sentence due to the intense bubbling of the mixture. "What did you add in it?"

"I put in some of those dragon toenail clippings," came her answer.

Hermione huffed and leaned over it. She knew better to do this, especially since she had seen Neville's mistakes blow up in his face numerous times. What were the odds that even though they weren't really paying attention to what they were doing, that something would work out right? About a hundred to none was that answer.

Hermione quickly scribbled what Fred had told her on the piece of parchment. They were keeping a record to see what worked and what didn't. "You know, even though you want to try this on George, you have to get absolutely perfect," Hermione pointed out.

"Don't remind me. I was hoping to wing it; I'm running out of excuses when I go to St. Mungo's to get my arms placed back on," Fred said, rubbing his left arm up and down. "I think they'll only by splinching so many times, before long my Apparation license will get revoked."

"I'm sure it will, why can't you just tell them you're working on a potion?"

"Then they'll ask many questions. I hate answering questions. I already got you an apprenticeship there, I don't want to tell them that I'm abusing their uses."

Hermione snorted.

"You think that's funny?"

She didn't answer as she swirled the wooden spoon twice, then recorded. She looked over at her potion book and flipped a couple of pages. It was days like these, when she wished that Fred knew a little bit more about the potion they were composing. They had gotten the basics down, but getting his arm to return after a certain time, was another thing.

"We've got the basis down," Hermione stated, ignoring the other comment. "We need to get an antidote down."

Fred looked at the parchment. Every day, for a week, they kept adding ingredients. Maybe it wasn't adding something, as it was to create a whole other potion. It had been done many times with previous joke items. Most of the Skiving Snackboxes had something else to release the affects.

"What if we created something else?"

"What?" Hermione looked at her partner in crime. I never thought that combining skills with Fred was going to happen, Hermione thought.

"You know our line of Skiving Snackboxes have…"

She jumped for joy and kissed him on both cheeks. "Fredrick that's genius!" she squealed, dumping the contents of the potion into the back alley. "I don't know why we didn't think of it sooner."

"Because, it never came up?" he guessed.

Hermione looked at the list of ingredients that were already combined. She wore a huge smirk on her face as she looked towards Fred. "It's common knowledge to know what counter acts each ingredient. Never should they be used in a potion together," Hermione recited. It was like listening to a very hot textbook, at least that's how it was in Fred's mind.

Hermione pulled her brown hair up and back. She wasn't going to lose any of it, incase this went wrong. Her gaze never once did leave his. He gulped and blinked his blue-green eyes. Never had he thought that painting a picture could lead to working beside her for hours.

"Hermione, I've got to get back and send Verity on her lunch break," Fred gulped, almost afraid of what the witch had in mind for him (not Verity, but Hermione).

She waved at him, shooing him out of the room. It wasn't like he was actually helping, he was more overseeing the product use, and if he had to get any more. She looked over at the shelves that were slowly losing stock, but it didn't bother Fred, he would just blame it on George later.

"Get back to her, I'll be fine until you close up for the evening, the potion should be brewing by then anyway," she pointed out. "It will give us a chance to figure out how we're going to feed this potion to George and Ron. I'm sure we could always slip…"

Fred smiled as he slipped back on his maroon robe. Why him and George had to pick something that clashed with their hair was beyond his knowledge. He shook his head and gave one final look back towards Hermione.

"Don't work to hard Granger," he stated.

"Same goes for you," came her answer. Her brown eyes didn't once leave the book she was looking through.

-Sometime Later-

Fred walked into the back room whistling. He tossed the keys up and then threw them onto the desk where the moneybox was usually kept. George had promised Fred after his date with Luna he would count the tills for the night. This way he could see the profits they made during the fall. It would decide if they would stay open during Tuesdays or not.

He continued his little jolly step as he took off his horrible, ugly, maroon robe and hung it between Ron and George's. Suddenly, he was brought into a hug. Looking down, he found a brown bushy haired girl attached to his waist.

"Did it work?"

"Fred, it more than worked, there's enough of the potion here to start putting on shelves tomorrow," stated Hermione, jumping for joy.

"You seem more excited than I do," he laughed. "Who did you test it on? I promised Verity that she wouldn't get anything tested on her as long as I worked here."

"I tested it."

Fred's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" he croaked out.

"As serious as you are a Weasley," she teased. "No, I tested it, lost my left leg. It seems that the dragon toenails you placed in makes it more randomized. But when I took the second potion, the leg was magically placed back on. There is a little something I didn't expect though."

"What's that? A flaw?"

"No, nothing like that, it's not really a side-affect, though I do suggest keeping it out of the reach of small children and pregnant women, the leg that you lost before stays there."

"As flesh and blood?" Fred questioned, wanting to gag.

"Oh heavens no, that's just vulgar. It turns rubber," Hermione laughed.

"Okay? How much is there to drink?" the questions continued on.

"Well, it depends how much the user drinks. A little, well that causes you to lose something little. The bigger the drink, the more important the ligament," Hermione explained. "I've tested it all, I even drank the whole thing and lost both my legs. So, I guess it would depend on the person."

"A dismemberment potion, I could of used this during my Hogwarts years. Could you imagine McGonagall's face? I think she would kill George and I for inventing something like this."

Fred let out a laugh and walked over to the caldron. There was so much that he had to do, before he could allow Ron and George to drink this. For instance, he had to get a way to it thicken less. It wasn't like drinking pumpkin juice or anything; it was more like drinking a Polyjuice Potion, yuck.

"I've also gotten it to thicken less," Hermione interrupted his thought process. "So placing it in one of their drinks isn't going to be a problem."

Fred swooped Hermione in his arms and gave her a kiss firmly on her lips. After he realized what he had done, he had placed her down and backed away. He couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, Hermione on the other hand was confused. Was it possible that Ron and George's scheme to bring them closer together was working? No, it couldn't, Hermione didn't like Fred like that.

"Um, I guess you're a genius," he said timidly.

"I know I am. So cut the flattery," she laughed. "I want you and I to come with an idea to get both boys to drink it and not have the antidote within reach."

"How about over dinner? Then we can bottle up the rest of the potion," Fred suggested.

"Like a date? What about George coming home and counting tills?"

"He's not going to be home for a while. He's with Luna, I don't expect him home until about eight, and three hours is plenty of time. Two for dinner, and one for bottling," Fred joked. "And yes, like a date."

Hermione blushed. "Are we going out?"

"No, I can cook too you know. Mum taught us all to cook. So what do you say 'Mione?"

Hermione smirked and nodded. "Sure, as long as you don't put any of that dismembering potion into my drink."

"Never," he replied, winking. "Shall we go?" He held out his arm waiting for her to take it.

She wrapped her fingers around it gently, as not to injure him any more than he had been in the past. She then answered, "Of course, I can't wait to meet your chief."

They walked up the stairs leading to his flat laughing. All was good between the two of them for now, and most everything was forgotten, well at least until dinner brought up a round of subjects. But that's another story.

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K15: So I decided that there had to be one more chapter.

Fred: Yeah duh.

Me: You must see what happens to George and Ron with the dismembering potion. Plus Hermione and Fred still have to get together.

Fred: See, Kayko isn't perfect after all.

Me: Never said I was. So I'll start work on the next chapter… providing it comes as easy as this one did. Also go and read Marriage Laws 6.9, I'm dying for more reviews. Please? Thanks. Don't forget to review. Later. K15