Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes. Now, I can vote and order from TV ads.

"Sarah, what did I do?" George sat beside me on the couch. "Please stop crying."

Fred sat on my opposite side, "Yeah, Princess, please?"

"I can't," I sobbed. "I told you both that I can't stop."

"Well," Fred began, "if you can't stop-"

"-can you at least tell us why you're crying?" George touched my shoulder.

Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes with my thumbs. "My emotions have been wonky all day. One minute I'm happy, the next I'm utterly depressed. It's like I can go from furious to fine in five minutes."

Fred and George leaned backward and exchanged nervous glances. I rolled my eyes. I hated when they did that. I knew that they were hoping I wouldn't notice, but of course, like always, I did.

"You know I don't like it when you two do that." I wiped my nose. "What is it that you're not telling me?"

George folded his hands, "Uh, Sarah-"

"-the prank we pulled on you-" continued Fred.

"-it made you sick and now-"

I rested my head in my hands, "I know it's supposed to make me moody."

"You do?" They asked.

"Yes. Having mood swings doesn't bother me much, but I just wish that…I don't know. I just wish that there was a way to control it."

"Do you reckon there's a way to control it?" Fred raised his eyebrows.

I nodded.

"But how-" George stopped. "Sarah."

"Yes?"

"You've stopped crying."

I touched my cheeks and blinked. No more tears. "Blimey, you're right."

"Do you feel sad anymore?"

"Not at all, but how?" I chewed my lip. "Let's think, what happened before I stopped crying? Well, we came to the suite and I sat on the couch. You two were pacing and telling me jokes behind the couch. Then, when that didn't work, George sat down and Fred, you sat down. Then George touched my shoulder-"

"That's it!" George snapped.

"What's it?" Fred and I asked.

"Sarah was laughing until I kissed her, then she started crying. After that, she was crying until I touched her shoulder."

I furrowed my brow, "I still don't follow."

"Don't you see? I kiss you, your mood changes. When I touched your shoulder, your mood changed. It all has to do with-"

"-touching." Fred finished with wide eyes. "It all has to do with touching you. But I reckon it's mostly when affections involved-"

"-like kissing or hugs or reassuring touches on the shoulder."

As badly as I wanted to laugh at that last statement, I couldn't. There was nothing I could say. It was all too ridiculous. "Not possible," I whispered.

George sighed, "Yes, it is."

"It can't be."

"Yes, it can," Fred retorted.

"Then, prove it."

George wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. Not seconds later, I wriggled out of his grasp and pushed him away from me.

"Don't touch me!" I screamed. "Both of you leave me alone!"

I moved away from the twins in attempt to get as far from them as possible. I was so angry with them and I wasn't sure why. Of course, when I turned around, they were behind me.

"We can't do that Sarah," Fred smirked. "We're trying to prove a point."

"Actually, we just did," George matched his twin's expression. "You're angry now, all because I hugged you."

"Hug her again and see what happens."

"NO!" I faced them. "You will not touch me! I want nothing to do with the two of you!"

Fred sighed, "It's two against one, Princess."

"Leave me alone!" Picking up a nearby candlestick holder, I threw it at them.

Fred and George dodged it, "What did we do to you?"

"I said 'go'!"

Just as I picked up another candlestick holder, George pulled me into another hug. I closed my eyes and dropped the blunt object. I wasn't angry anymore.

"Sarah," Fred's voice trembled, "are you better?"

I nodded.

George pulled away, "How do you feel?"

"Guilty, remorseful, I'm not sure. I shouldn't have thrown things at you two. You didn't deserve it. You both were right about the touching and my moods. I'm sorry."

"It's quite fine," Fred shrugged.

"No, it's not." I rubbed my arm. "I'm awful."

"You're not," George reassured me.

"You know how the two of you said that touching changes my moods?"

"Yeah," they nodded.

"Maybe it's just touches from George that affect me."

Fred walked up to me, "Well, let's try it out Sarah."

I stiffened at his use of my name. He waggled his eyebrows and placed his hands firmly on my waist. Without warning, he planted his lips against mine.

"Oh my goodness," I giggled. "Fred."

"Yes?" He smiled.

Grabbing his wrist, I pulled him towards my bedroom. "I want more!"

His smile faded slightly, "Uh, Sarah, I don't think I'm the right twin-"

I ignored him and pushed him onto my bed before straddling him. All the while, George looked slightly enraged, if not jealous. He had it bad for me and here I was on top of his twin. With my emotions the way they were, I didn't really have control. I felt bad, but it was quickly taken over by my new amorous emotion.

"Fred," I kissed his cheek, his ear, his neck. "You…are…amazing."

"Sarah," he frowned. "Come here."

Doing as I was told, I received my second kiss from Fred. We pulled away moments later and I felt back to normal. Looking down at the position I was in, I quickly got off of Fred.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized.

George looked upset but said, "Nothing to be sorry about."

"I can't believe I did that."

"It's fine, Princess." Fred sat up. "Relax."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," George tried to smile.

"Positive?"

"Yes," they agreed.

"Okay," I ran a hand through my hair. "Well, at least one good thing has come of this. We now know how to control my emotions."

I'm watching Harry Potter weekend and Goblet of Fire is on. Working on the next update, so please review.