A/N: Since you guys got me to 15 reviews (23 at the moment!) here's the story, as promised. Its a little drabble, dunno if you'll like it, hope you will!

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-PJatOgirl

"Emma!" someone shouts. That means it isn't a professor. Professors call me Jones. Or 10-POINTS-FROM-GRYFFINDOR!

I didn't get up to meet them. Wouldn't be worth the effort. Plus I don't feel like talking to anyone, anyway.

"Emma!" they call again, not much closer. I'm laying in the tallish grass on the side of a small hill by the lake. It's my favorite spot to 'study'. The sun is bright so my eyes are closed.

"Emma! Where the hell are you?" the person shouts. I giggle quietly to myself, because they just made it a game of Hide-and-Seek and I'm not coming out. But then the smile fades. Its quiet so I think they might have gone. The swish of robes through the grass and three soft thumps tell me otherwise, as someone lays down on either side of me.

"Found you." the person to my left says.

"Who found me?"

"Mr. Hot, Mr. Attractive, and Mr. Sexy. Also known as George, Lee, and Fred." answers the person to my left. It has to be Fred, which means George is probably next to Fred, and Lee on my right.

"Oh, right. Of course." I reply, slightly sarcastic.

"Took ages to find you." George remarks.

"Sorry."

"Why are you out here so far?" Fred -I mean, Mr. Sexy- asks.

"Just...cause." I say, hoping their eyes are closed so they can't see my face.

"We're supposed to be apologizing for the dungbomb in you dormitory, so sorry." Lee explains.

"But we didn't do it," George protests.

"Its okay. I know who really did it." I tell him, my eyes actually starting to water.

I'm the one to blame. I dropped the Dungbomb when I was putting my Zonko's stuff away, safe under my bed. Why do I have Zonko's stuff, you ask? Why does everyone love the Weasley twins and Lee, their partner in crime? Because they're funny. I love to laugh. I'm not very noticable, and I don't have any friends. Especially since Harry Potter and his gang started at Hogwarts. Fred and George pay more attention to their "ickle brother Ronnie" than they ever have to me. I admit, I'm jealous. And stupid me tried to get noticed by the three boys I most admire in the whole wizarding world. And how do they start our first conversation? When they're blamed for my accident and forced to apologise to me. Great.

"Hey, don't cry." Lee says. I open my eyes and the tears run down the side of my face into the grass. I glance at the boys, who are sitting up, looking more concerned than I've ever seen the carefree trio. George reaches our and helps me sit up too. Fred puts his arm around me.

"Who did it? We'll get them back for you." George says rashly. I brush away my tears and laugh a little.

"I'm good, thanks. Don't need another dungbomb in my dormitory." I reply.

"So it was someone in your dorm?" Lee continues. "Who?"

I laugh again. "Me, stupid. It was my dungbomb. I dropped it accidentally. Didn't know you three'd get in trouble."

"Eh, we're usually blamed. We're used to it." Fred answers, grinning hugely, as the other two burst out laughing like maniacs.

I smile too, a little unsure, but cheered by their glee. "What's so funny?"

"You, Emma." George chokes out.

"Me?" I repeat, taken aback.

"Yes, you. Emma Jones, welcome to the Marauders-point-two."

"Thanks...but what are the Marauders?"

"It's our little gang. You're the fourth member we've been wanting." he explains.

"Sweet! And the point two?"

"A while ago, at Hogwarts, there was a group of four friends who called themselves the Marauders. Their codenames were Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Still haven't figured out why but they're geniuses. They made a map of Hogwarts-" George tells me, but Fred cuts in. "-but not just any map. It has all the secret passageways and it's enchanted to show where every person on the grounds is."

"Can I see it?" I ask, very interested.

"Sadly these two gits gave it to a Mr. Harry Potter." Lee answers. "But anyway, we're the second set of Marauders, and as our fourth and final member, we are pleased to call you our best friend."

Best friend. He said best friend.

I stand up and run my fingers through my hair in disbelief. "Are you for serious?"

The boys stand up too. "We are never serious. That's part of being a Marauder."

I laugh. Then I hug each of them tight in thanks. I step back. "Sorry." I blush.

They're all smiling. Fred says, "That's okay. Hugs are fine." then they all squish me in a group hug.

I laugh. This is the start of what I call a beautiful friendship.

The professors will call it a reign of terror.