A/N: Okay so here's the 2nd chapter. It's kinda long, sorry! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Last time I looked into a mirror, I was not J.K Rowling so Harry Potter and his fantastic friends are not mine.

Chapter 2: Hide n' Seek

Harry was bewildered, astonished, amused, suspicious, worried; honestly the list goes on and on. But the most relevant thought that filled the boy's head was 'What on earth am I going to do to please Fred and George?'

They could always play exploding snap or Wizards' Chess, but Fred and George have played those more times than you could count on your fingers and toes. Harry had told Fred and George to go round up the gang so it could buy him some time to ponder what in bloody hell they were going to do.

But this helped him a little bit. They were going to have a large group of people, so they would play a group game! Okay, this solved Harry's first problem. But what group game were they supposed to play? Harry didn't know any Wizard Group games, actually, he didn't know any group games in general.

Wait. Harry thought. Maybe I do know some group games. They were muggle games no less, but they were group games.

Harry remembered one day, a day a little bit before his eleventh birthday, when Dudley had had some friends over to play. The 3 boys had been huddled in the hallway talking about what they should play. They couldn't go outside, it was raining, so they had to choose an indoors game. This was still one of Harry's cupboard under the stairs days, since Hagrid had not come to rescue him yet, so Harry listened intently to the boys conversation. Harry remembered Dudley mentioning a game called 'Hide n' Seek'. It was where one person counted to one hundred, and then the others went and hid somewhere where they thought the seeker wouldn't find them. When and if the seeker did find one of the hiders, the hider would then help the seeker seek. Harry had thought it was a nonsense game. A game for people who were bored out of their minds or for people with very little intellectual value.

This was the perfect game for Fred and George.

Harry pulled on a sweatshirt, because it could get quite cold in the common room, and headed down the stairs. On the way down, he racked his brain to try and remember the rules of the game. One he could distinctly recall was that if a hider could not be found, the seeker would call 'Olly Olly Oxen Free' which signaled the hider to come out.

Harry shuddered at a bad memory that was linked with that rule. Or rather, the absence of that rule. It happened on the same day Harry had found out about the game of 'Hide n' Seek'. One of Dudley's porkish friends had decided it would just be a bloody brilliant idea if he hid in Harry's cupboard. Harry had heard the doorknob jiggle, so he dove under his bed for cover. Dudley's friend, because of his dull mind, had thankfully not noticed Harry, and just went and tried to conceal himself in the corner. Harry had never been under his bed before unless it had been to retrieve a fallen comic book or to peer if that's where his glasses had fallen. It was a good thing too, because under his bed was quite gross. There were rats in the corner nearest to the wall and dust layering every inch. Hours and hours went by and Harry was trapped under his bed because Dudley's friend had not been found yet. Dudley must've been too stubborn to call Olly Olly Oxen Free, or too scared to go into Harry's cupboard. Much to Harry's misfortune, Dudley's friend was staying the night. The boy spent the whole night in the corner. He only went out in the morning when Mrs Dursley had said that breakfast was ready. Only then did Harry dare to remove himself from the dank, dark place that had concealed him for almost 20 hours. To this day, he was still scared of under his bed.

Harry finally reached the landing of the stairs and then meandered into the common room. There on the floor and in chairs sat Fred, George, Ron, Hermoine, Ginny and Neville. With Harry, that equaled 7 of them. Perfect.

Harry then sat criss-cross applesauce on the floorspace next to Ginny and leaned back onto his elbows.

"Harry, what on earth are we doing here? I was in the library studying when these two blokes came and snatched me right up through the air vent!" Hermoine said pointed at Fred and George when she said this.

"Guilty as charged" They answered together

"Yeah mate, I mean really, why on earth have my brothers gathered all of us in the common room. They said it was your idea." Ron pointed an accusing finger at Harry.

Harry groaned, then rolled his eyes. "Okay, let me sort this all out for you guys. Fred and George told me they were bored. They're on probation or something and they asked me to help make them un-bored. I asked them to go and round up the rest of you so we could play a game."

"And this game would be..." Ginny questioned

"Hide n' Seek" Harry said proudly

"Oh come on, Harry! Not all of us are the greatest Seekers of the century like you are!" Neville whined.

"No, no Neville, I know what Harry's talking about! I used to play this with my cousins all the time! It's a muggle game. But sort of childish, don't you think Harry?" Hermoine asked with a superior tone.

"Oh, but Hermoine, aren't we all children at heart?" George said in a girly little voice. Hermoine rolled her eyes at him and brushed a tangle of hair out of her face.

"Okay Harry, since everyone else here seems to be completely oblivious to what this game is, let's explain it them." Hermoine said. They explained the basis of the hiding and the seeking. The Weasley's and Neville seemed to understand the concept pretty well. They were nodding and saying 'okay' every so often. Then Harry decided that he should explain the Olly Olly Oxen Free rule. Fred found the name of the rule quite amusing and burst out laughing before Harry could even tell them what it meant. After Fred's fit was over Harry told them. They all seemed to understand the basics.

"Okay, we are not confining ourselves to just this room though." George said

"In fact," Fred added, "I think we should add a wizard twist to this simpleton muggle game."

"And what exactly would this be?" questioned Ginny

"How about.." started Fred

"We get to use any spell we want.." added George

"To stop the seeker from finding us." Finished Fred

"Fine guys, but no unforgivable spells." Harry said earnestly

"Harry!" Fred shrieked

"We are appalled that you would even think that we would use them!" George cried

"What do you think we are?" Fred sobbed

"Immature blokes who think about no one but themselves?" asked George

"Do you really want us to answer that?" countered Ginny

"Nah" said George, back to normal

"Probably not." Fred nodded "Oh and no Marauders Map, that would be totally cheating." Everyone groaned at this.

An exasperated Ron then said "Whatever, I think I'll count first since I'm not really up for hiding in a dark space." Everyone nodded. Ron sat down in one of the Red plush chairs, covered his eyes with his hands and started the counting.

Off everybody went. Fred and George hurried to the dormitories , heavens knows where those two gits were going to do. Hermoine then grabbed Ginny's hand and they fled off through the portrait hole. Then only Harry and Neville were left.

"Okay, mate, where would you like to hide?" Harry asked Neville. Neville looked around the room hesitantly and then pointed behind the other plush armchair. Harry decided that there was really no point in arguing with Neville, so Harry helped him get situated behind the chair and then Harry fled off through the portrait hole too, in search of a place to hide.

Harry wandered around the castle a bit, knowing he didn't have much time before Ron came to search them all out. He ran up a couple flights of stairs and then found himself at the entrance to the divination classroom. He figured he was probably out of time so he just sauntered on in.

He took a quick look around to make sure the creepy divination teacher, Professor Trelawney, wasn't there. Amazingly, she was nowhere to be found. Harry crawled under one of the little round tables and scrunched his knees up to his chest. There was a silky blue tablecloth hanging over the table so it concealed Harry nicely. All he could do now was wait.

Ginny and Hermoine had chosen hiding spots far different from that. After they had jumped out of the portrait hole, they decided to split up. Hermoine found her way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Myrtle was in there, crying a river of tears as usual, but other than that, no one was to be seen. Hermoine snuck in and then locked herself in one of the stalls.

"Who's there?" Moaning Myrtle sobbed

"Shh Myrtle, It's me Hermoine."

"Oh, you mean cat girl?" Myrtle giggled

"Please, Myrtle, can't you just let that go?"

"Never!" Myrtle cackled and then plunged into her toilet. Hermoine was flustered and confused but then decided to just ignore it and wait for Ron to come and find her.

Ginny really wasn't sure where to hide. She had never played this muggle game before and she wasn't really sure she wanted to. She sulked through the hallways peeking into see if there was any empty classrooms. Somehow she ended up in the dungeons. The dark place was not her ideal spot to hide, but she figured her 100 seconds were probably done by now so she walked in and sat down in the corner. A nap could probably do her some good...

"99,100!" Ron yelled

He stood up and brushed off his jeans. "Okay, where to start.." Ron said to no one in particular. He gazed about the common room. He listened to the sound of his breath echoing about the room. Hmmm...It was extra loud today...It almost sounded like...Aha! There was someone hiding in here! Ron walked the perimeter of the room and then spotted Neville cowering behind the red chair.

Neville spotted Ron and then in an instant of shock pulled out his wand and screamed 'Petrificus Totalus!' Ron's arms and legs then bound together and he fell to the floor with a 'thud'. Neville looked about the room frantically then spotted the fireplace. He wasn't sure where his mind was at the moment, or whether he even had one at all. He walked over to the fireplace, pulled some floo powder out of his pocket, threw it in the fire then stepped in. Only then did he realize that he didn't really know where he was going. He yelled the first thing he thought of.

"D-D-Dumbledore's Office!" and then in a flash of green smoke, Neville was gone.

Ron was still on the floor, desperately trying to break the enchanted bonds that encased his limbs. Lucky for him, Seamus Finnigan came trotting down the dormitory stairs at that moment. Seamus saw Ron on the ground, cocked his head a little to the side in curiosity, then shook his head sadly.

"Poor bloke." Seamus pitied. He pulled out his wand, did a quick counter curse, them ducked out of the portrait hole. No questions asked. When you go to a wizarding school, you learn not to ask the simple things like 'Why do you have a tail sticking out of your bum?' or 'Why do our plates magically reappear with food?' or in this case 'Why is my friend on the ground with the petrificus totalus spell on him?' No one bothered with foolish questions like that anymore.

After Seamus left, Ron arose from his spot on the floor and wiggled about a bit. He was a little stiff but he decided he should probably go seek out his other friends. Ron decided to turn this simpleton game into a game of strategy. He would start at the bottom of the castle and work his way up. He sprinted down to the dungeons to start.

Who knew this game could be so easy? Ron thought as he reached the dungeons. He instantly saw Ginny, taking a nap in the corner. He silently tiptoed his way over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

Her eyes flew open out of shock. Out of instinct, she reached for her wand. Her fingers closed around the hard wood and she whipped it out of her robes. She aimed it at Ron, but then lowered it just as quickly.

"Ah forget about it" she said. She willingly got up and followed Ron out of the dungeons.

Ron told her about his ingenious strategy of starting at the bottom of the castle and working his way up.

"Follow me Gin" Ron said with a quick wave behind him.

"Uh Ron, wouldn't it be a better idea if you kept going up, and if I went to the top of the castle and worked my way down? That way we could cover more ground." Ginny looked quite proud of herself for outsmarting Ron. As the youngest of 7, Ginny never really got her shining moments of brilliance, unless of course, she was being compared to the twins.

Ron looked dumbstruck. He had just been outsmarted by his little sister. He shook his head and said with a firm tone

"No that's a wretched idea, Ginny."

"Why?"

"Because it is!"

"No really, Ron, Why?" Ginny asked with raised eyebrows. Ron looked down at his feet and mumbled something that sounded a little bit like 'curiderntumutwitit'.

"What? I didn't quite catch that, Ron."

"Because I didn't come up with it!" Bellowed Ron. Ginny stifled some laughter and then suppressed it completely. She did actually feel sort of bad for Ron. He also really never got his moments of glory either. Even the twins outsmarted him sometimes. Ginny nodded sympathetically and said in the calmest voice she could manage

"Would it make you feel better if we pretended it was your idea?"

Ron's face lit up a tiny bit and then gave the slightest of nods. Ginny smiled to herself. She waved bye as she scurried up the stairs to the Astronomy towers.

Out of breath and panting, she finally found her way up to the tallest tower of the castle. She had run so fast that her face was as red as her hair. She peered around, but there was not a soul on the tower.

She trotted down the steps. She peered into a few more classrooms. But again, not a soul to be seen. Ginny was beginning to get quite discouraged. She did not like this game one bit! She wandered about a little, venting to herself about how she did NOT like muggle games...at all. She found herself at the stairs to the divination tower.

She wasn't going to bother searching up there, because no one in their right mind would ever willingly walk up into Professor Trelawney's room of terror. But then again, she was playing with Fred and George, and those two certainly were not even close to having minds of the 'right' sort.

She timidly crept up the steps, not wanting to come face to face with Professor Trelawney and her bulging eyes. When she reached the top of the stairs, she looked about.

"Phew," she said aloud, "No crazy lady!". Then again, she was the one talking to herself in a room full of creepy objects. Which she had gone into willingly, might I remind you.

Harry, who was hiding under the table, had heard someone coming up the creeking steps. He had figured it had been Ron, but his assumption had been proved wrong by the sound of Ginny's voice. He awaited the moment in which she would pull up the table cloth and find him. He wasn't going to play by the silly new wizard twist of using a spell because a) what spell would he use anyway? And b) he was pretty sure he left his wand in his dormitory. So he decided he'd just wait quietly until she found him.

Ginny walked around the room aimlessly for a bit. Peering into corners here and there. Checking inside a cupboard or two. She examined some of the crystal balls, got caught in some of the curtains, and prayed to Merlin that Professor Trelawney hadn't decided to join their game of Hide n' Seek unknowingly. She was just about to traipse back down the steps when she saw the slightest shadow right near one of the tables. It was slightly obscured because of the tablecloth, but Ginny was almost sure that it was the outline of a human figure. She tip-toed as quietly as she could possibly manage over to the place where the shadow was.

Harry at this moment was close to dozing off. He had been up here scrunched up like this for nearly a half hour. His back was starting to ache, and the perfume in the divination room was so strong it burned the insides of his nostrils. Harry heard the slightest creek and decided that that was Ginny, going back down the stairs. He sighed and laid his head gingerly down on his knees.

Ginny cursed herself for making a loose floorboard creek, and then ever so stealthily, kept going towards the shadowy figure's hiding place. She hoped that this person, like she, wouldn't bother using a spell to try and escape from the seeker. She had finally reached the table, and she carefully, very carefully, lifted up the silky blue drape that covered the table. She saw shaggy black hair that was, of course, untidy. She smiled to herself and knelt down so that her head was level with his. His head was resting on his knees, and that gave her the impression that he was indeed asleep. She leaned her head inch by inch closer to his ear. As her lips were just centimeters away from his ear she whispered in the faintest little voice "found you".

Harry's head snapped up as fast as you could say 'bubotuber pus'.

Ginny's cheeks flushed a deep red that rivaled her hair and was giggling uncontrollably. The corners of Harry's mouth curled into a broad grin. He hoisted himself up from under the table and took Ginny's hand and pulled her up as well.

She was still giggling, and though she was trying to stifle it by putting her hand over her mouth, she couldn't seem to stop. Harry turned to her pecked her on the cheek and murmured "Come on Gin, let's go find the others." Ginny nodded through her slightly subdued giggles as they scurried down the trap door steps.

Harry intertwined his fingers with Ginny's as they walked off into the halls. Their footsteps echoed loudly off the high arched stone corridors and it was eerily quiet. Ginny decided to break the silence by telling Harry about the progress of the game so far. Hermoine, Neville and the twins were still hidden and there whereabouts were unknown. Ginny also added in the plan of hers and Ron's to take different parts of the castle. As they were skirting around the Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall briskly walked out of her office. She saw Harry and Ginny with their hands interlocked, and though she didn't say anything, Harry swore on his Firebolt that he saw a smile hint at her lips.

Now Ron was having quite a bit of trouble locating any of the other hiders. He was still quite baffled about the stunt Neville had pulled and was determined to find him first.

It was not long after this when Neville came clamoring behind Ron. He round face was pink and blotchy. He looked like he'd just ran about 2 hallways worth and he looked on the verge of a panic attack. He was also slightly limping which made Ron raise an eyebrow suspiciously.

"R-r-ron! You've g-g-got to help me! When I used the f-floo powder I somehow m-m-messed up!" Neville gasped. Ron didn't find this piece of news surprising. Neville went on.

"Y-you see, I must have st-stuttered or something because I ended up-p-p in the D-d-dungeons! R-r-right in Snape's of-f-fice!" Neville's face had now gone white as he relived that moment. "Snape g-g-got all angry and pulled his wand out to j-j-jinx me! I scurried out of the f-f-fireplace and through the dungeon hallways! He s-s-shot a stupefying one that I just nearly missed and it r-r-ricocheted off a suit of armor and hit m-m-my foot! The spell must've lost some p-p-power but it still worked b-b-because look!" He pulled up the hem of his robes to show Ron his foot. It had gone white and rigid, much like Neville's face actually, and it looked as though it were deadish.

Ron stifled a laugh at Neville's ability to get in the worst of situations. Neville kept his story going. "And n-n-now, Snape's after m-m-me!"

Just as Neville uttered these words, Ron heard the fast, echoing footsteps of someone hustling up the corridors. Ron quickly shoved Neville behind a suit of armor and then propped himself up against a wall to look inconspicuous. Snape, however, noticed Ron.

"Weasley." He said Ron's surname as though it were some kind of wretched disease. "What are you doing lurking around here?" Snape's slimy voice was filled with distaste.

Ron was not about to tell Snape about their game of Hide n' Seek for fear of the detention and other punishments that were sure to follow. Ron didn't answer and just merely shrugged his shoulders. Snape gave Ron a look of loathing and turned on his heel and walked back to the dungeons without another word.

Ron snatched Neville by the neck of his robes and pulled him out from his hiding place. Before Neville even had the chance to utter his words of gratitude, Ron simply stated "found you." Neville smiled sheepishly and then he and Ron ventured forward through the corridors.

They wandered a bit and went in to a couple classrooms, but found no one. Ron's mind was elsewhere as he meandered through a random door. Once he realized where he was, he tried desperately to scuttle out but when he had turned himself around he came face-to-face with none other than Moaning Myrtle.

"Ohh...Ron Weasley...back so soon?"

"Too soon." muttered Ron under his breath.

"What brings you to my bathroom?" Myrtle questioned with an innocent grin on her face.

"I thought I'd have a cup of tea with you, Myrtle." Ron said dryly. Luckily, Myrtle wasn't as dull as she looked and she picked up on Ron's sarcastic tone. She mushed her face all up in anger and let out a piercing scream.

"What was that for you prat?" Ron questioned with his hands still clenched tightly over his ears.

"Oh, nothing" Myrtle said, smiling innocently once more, "I just thought I'd let you know that I am not very fond of tea." And with that remark she zoomed down her toilet.

A few stalls over, Ron heard some scuffling footsteps. No one in their right mind would ever use Moaning Myrtle's bathroom...unless... Ron made a mad dash for the stall.

Hermoine now realized that Ron was in here. She tried desperately to think of a spell to get away, but despite her intense knowledge of well...everything, she failed to think of one in time.

Ron skidded to a halt in front of the stall and tried the handle. It was locked, but luckily, he was a wizard so he simply said the word Alamahora and just like magic, oh yeah it was magic, the door opened.

Hermoine was in a frenzy trying to think of a spell. She was never able to think under pressure. Like when her, Ron and Harry had been caught in the Devil's Snare in their first year, she was fretting over the fact that she didn't have wood to make a fire. She still blushed intensely when she thought of that embarrassing moment.

When Ron's face appeared behind the stall door, Hermoine froze and then whipped out her wand and shouted the first spell that came to mind

"Lumos!" she cried. She flung her wand at Ron's face and charged out of the bathroom.

Ron was temporarily blinded by Hermoine's wand, but was up and on his feet in moments. He heard Hermoine's footsteps go out the door, so he decided he should follow. He picked up Hermoine's and his own wand and set off.

She could have been anywhere by now. But knowing Hermoine, Ron figured she'd use some type of logic to hide this time. She would probably go to the place where he would least expect her to be. Since she was always in the library, he decided he wouldn't even bother looking there.

He didn't see Neville anywhere, Ron figured he had just gone off to search another corridor.

As he passed a broom closet, he saw Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, sitting expectantly at the door. She was hissing loudly at the brass handle. Ron shooed the disgusting feline away from the door and decided to have a look inside.

When the door swung open, Ron was aghast. There was Hermoine, 3 shelves up, trying to climb into the air vents. Ron stifled a laugh at the sight.

Hermoine looked down and a grin spread across her face. She let go of the shelf and landed with a thud next to Ron. She smiled even broader and then said quite casually "Well, I guess you found me."

Ron grinned too. Hermoine snatched her wand from Ron's hand and set off down the hallway. Ron quickly ran to her and caught her up with the progress of the game so far. He had found Ginny, Neville and her, and Ginny was off looking for Harry and the twins. And Merlin knows where Neville's gone off to.

As they were walking, Mrs. Norris scampered in front of them and off through the corridor. She was hissing and growling loudly and quite angrily. Ron and Hermoine took off after her.

Mrs. Norris stopped dead in her tracks a few feet from a door. Then she proceeded to crawl very low to the ground and let out a menacing kind of growl.

Inside the slightly open door, Filch's bark of a voice could be heard.

"Did you read the list boy? Haven't you read it once in the time you've been here?" Filch questioned

Ron and Hermoine exchanged quizzical looks. Filch's voice became audible once more.

"Did you here me Longbottom? Did you read the list on my door?" Filch's growl was worse than ever.

Ron and Hermoine's faces now changed from quizzical to panic stricken and they hurried inside the room.

Filch's eyes flicked from Neville to Ron and Hermoine.

"What are you doing here?" Filch barked.

Ron and Hermoine exchanged yet another look and then shrugged their shoulders in unison.

"Oh never mind you prats," Filch hissed, "I'm busy reprimanding Longbottom about how it is clearly stated on my list of 'Absolutely not allowed' that no student is allowed to place him or herself inside a suit of armor!"

Ron and Hermoine both found themselves stifling their laughter. Ron looked down at the floor so Filch wouldn't see his smiling face and shoved his hands in his pocket. His hand hit something that he immediately recognized by the shape and texture as a dungbomb. He fingered it and then grasped it between his fingers. He slowly retrieved it from the depths of his pocket and put it behind is back.

While Filch was still scolding Neville, Ron tossed the dungbomb out the open door. There was a small sound and then a foul odor that filled their senses.

Filch dropped Neville on the cold stone floor and hurried out in the hallway to see what had caused all the ruckus. Poor Hannah Abott was passing through the corridor just at that momemt and Filch grabbed her by the neck of her robes and barked "You're in a load of trouble missy! Come on, I'm taking you to headmaster Dumbledore..." Filch's voice trailed off as he went down the hallway.

Though he felt sorry for getting Hannah in trouble, Ron was pleased with himself for getting Neville out of trouble again. Hmmm...that was the second time in 1 day. Neville sooooo owed him. You know, he thought, I do need some help on my herbology report. Neville really could assist me...

It was almost as if Hermoine could read Ron's mind. She shot him a warning glance as they went up the marble staircase.

"Ginny's probably found Harry and the twins by now. I think It'll be okay if we head back to the common room." Ron voiced. The others nodded in agreement and they ascended the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.

Harry and Ginny still had had no luck in finding the twins, or anyone else for that matter, so they decided it would be for the best if they just headed back to the common room. They raced each other to the Fat Lady's portrait hole, Ginny won, she purposefully tripped Harry on the last flight of stairs, and then gasped the words 'Unicorn's mane', which was the password, and then ducked through the opening.

There they found Ron, Hermoine and Neville waiting expectantly in the red plush armchairs. They looked at Harry and Ginny quizzically because of the absence of Fred and George.

"Where are-" Ron started

"I have absolutely no clue" Ginny said honestly. Harry shrugged his shoulders and shouted "Olly Olly Oxen Free!"

"Harry," Hermoine said, "They could be anywhere on the castle grounds! They're not going to be able to hear you!"

Harry pondered this for a minute. He then grabbed Ron's wand out of his hand, pointed it at his throat and uttered the word "Sonorus", A trick he learned from Ludo Bagman. Instantly, his voice became as though he were speaking through an excessively loud megaphone.

"OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE!" He called. Exactly four minutes later they heard clattering coming from the steps to the boys dormitory. They all whipped their heads around to see what the commotion was about, and much to their surprise, Fred and George appeared carrying toilet seats.

They both had the same maniacal grins on their faces.

"We won!" Shouted George as Fred pumped his fist in the air.

"Did you seriously hide up in the boy's dormitory the whole time?" Ron asked "I would've thought you two would've done something a bit more extraordinary."

"Of course we didn't hide in the dormitories the whole time, ickle Ronnikins!" George cooed

"We simply had to venture out and in from the dormitories so we wouldn't be seen." Fred said matter-of- factly.

"Where did you-" Neville began, but George cut him off.

"Romania."

"What?" cried Harry incredulously. His voice boomed throughout the common room as he realized he had forgotten to take the enchantment off of his voice. He muttered the reverse incantation and then his voice was back to normal.

Everyone in the room had their hands clamped over their ears.

"Geez Harry, I think the poor blokes in the States are wondering what all the ruckus is about!" cried George. Harry grinned sheepishly and then turned the attention back on the twins.

"Where did you say you were?" Harry questioned

"Oh yes, Romania." Fred said proudly. Everyone's faces were completely baffled.

"You see," Stated George, "We went up to the dormitories to fetch our broomsticks. We then proceeded to open the window and fly out. We counted to one hundred as we flew and then landed in Romania, which is where we happened to end up. Not sure what to do, We went to look for Charlie, because you know, he works with dragons there. We found where he works...but it said 'Authorized Personnel Only' so we decided to back off."

"When has not being allowed somewhere stopped you two from going in before?" Ginny questioned

"Well, we really didn't feel like having to answer McGonagall's questions later about how our eyebrows and fingers got singed off sooo... we decided it'd just be better if we found somewhere else to hang." Fred said.

"Plus," George added, "Dragon's are vicious. We think Charlies crazy for wanting to work with those demon things!"

"You guys have no consideration for other creatures!" Hermoine huffed "Just because they aren't wizards you can't go calling them 'demon things' or 'ferocious vermin'!"

"Tut-tut Hermoine, we never said anything remotely close to 'ferocious vermin'. Mainly because we don't know the meaning of the word vermin." Fred said

"Whatever, the point is that you have to respect other magical creatures! They're just as important to the Wizarding world as you are!" cried Hermoine

"Oh 'Moine, are you going to go off and start D.U.N.G now? The Dragons Under Neglect Group or something?" Ron sighed.

"Don't be stupid Ron, of course not." But even as Hermoine said this a blush was creeping onto her cheeks.

"Well on with our story then" Fred continued

"Yes, well we were in Romania and, yes well, we just kind of chilled out there until we heard Harry call 'olly olly oxen free' so then we hopped back on our broomsticks and headed back here." Fred finished.

"So guys...um... what's with the toilet seats?" Ginny asked suspiciously

"Gin! Of all people you should know! We are adding onto our toilet seat collection we started in our 3rd year! Remember that rubbish mum was scolding us about? Like 'If I get word that you've blown up a toilet..' Well we decided that if she's going to accuse us of something... we might as well do it! So from then on we've collected various toilet seats. We have loads!" Fred said without a trace of shame in his voice.

"Yes, we have one from Hogwarts, one from Hogsmeade, One from the Ministry, that one was quite difficult to get actually, various muggle ones, we stole one from the burrow, Bill got us one from Egypt and now we have our Romanian one!" George supplied.

"You two are so reckless! What if a muggle had seen you on your broomsticks! And what if Filch had caught you going out of the castle. I'd bet anything that students saw you. And the thing about the toilet seats is sooooo disgusting!" Hermoine scolded the twins. Fred then got a faint twinkle in his eye and said with George

"All in a day's work."

Everyone laughed heartily. The sky was growing darker by the second. The stars began to twinkle above them like tiny little Galleons up in the sky. Neville let out a gargantuan yawn and then headed up the stairs to the boys dormitory. About a half hour later, the Weasleys, Harry and Hermoine all exchanged words of goodnight and headed off to their own dormitories. But before Harry could open the door to his dorm, the twins stopped him.

"That was a heck of a game mate." Fred said

"Yeah, who knew muggle games could be so fun!" George added

"Well I'm glad you two had fun. I'm awfully tired so I'm going to go to bed." Harry yawned

"Harry wait!" Fred put his own hand on the handle of Harry's dormitory door. "We were wondering maybe if you could be so kind as to supply us with another amusing game tomorrow?" Fred asked hopefully.

Harry really couldn't say no to him. He had had quite a good time today too and he didn't want the twins to resort to some other kind of amusement to ease their un-boredness. "Sure" Harry found himself saying.

"Thanks Harry! You're the best!"Fred cried

"Actually we're the best." George said

"Okay Harry, you're second best."

"What about Lee?"

"Oh yes we can't forget him can we?"

"Okay Harry, you're 3rd best."

"Ohhh but what if a professor is like listening in on us or something? They might like to be listed as best too."

"Okay, PRFESSOR MCGONAGALL IS 3RD BEST!" George said louder than needed

"But what if it's Flitwick listening in, not McGonagall?"

"But McGonagall is head of house, she'd have a better chance of being the one listening in."

"Good point."

"Okay Harry, you're 4th best. We promise that's as low we'll go." George reassured

"Oh but what about Angelina?" Fred asked, "She's pretty cool too."

"Yeah she'd probably be 4th."

"Okay Harry - slight change, you're-" Fred started, but he turned only to find out that Harry had gone into his dormitory to have a good nights rest.

A/N: There's chapter 2 for you! Chapter 3 should be up soon. Even sooner if you review!