Ron's mouth hung open as he held his Potions essay with one quivering hand, "B-but I spent a lot of time on this! Really!"

"It's not so bad," Harry stuffed his own essay into his bag. "Snape always gives us low marks. It's not so surprising."

"Yeah, but I'm a prefect!" Ron exclaimed. "Imagine, a failing prefect."

"You wrote a simpler and terrible version of my essay because you claim to not be able to come up with your own ideas," Hermione cast him a dirty look. "It's your own fault you failed."

"I thought it was good!" he insisted. "If this was my best, imagine my worst. I'm going to die during my fifth year, aren't I? I will die and my poor unfortunate corpse will be rotting up in the Gryffindor common room—"

"Oh, honestly, Ron!" Hermione interrupted. "It would be gross to kiss a corpse. So in that case, you've just got to do better."

"Oh yes," Ron said sarcastically. "Anything for you."

"Don't take that tone with me, Ronald," Hermione placed a small kiss near the corner of his mouth. "And that will be all you get today."

"And that got me all turned on," Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and turned back to Harry, "See you, mate. My girlfriend and I are going to go kiss and make up. A lot more kissing than making up, but you know how it is…"

"You really… really don't have to tell me that," Harry grimaced but ended it with a laugh. "And you're not going to leave me here. Not when Ferret-Face is making is way towards us."

The trio all looked up to see Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin cronies making their way towards them. Harry felt his cheeks heat up a bit. He didn't know if it was out of anger or if it was something else. He hated to admit, Draco didn't the least bit look like a Ferret-Face.

"Scarhead, Weasel, and the Mudblood," Draco sniggered, his handsome features twisting into a smirk, as he stopped directly in front of them. "And how are my favorite losers doing today?"

"Crabbe and Goyle are doing fine," Harry answered. "Oh, but we're pretty good too."

Crabbe and Goyle looked a bit confused but suddenly glared when they realized that they were being insulted, "Hey!" they shouted in unison.

Draco crossed his arms, trying to look superior- covering up for his comrades and their stupidity. "I wonder what you got on your last essay, Potter. Oh, wait, why bother asking? You always fail. I'll bet that forehead-pasted scar of yours is what gets in the way."

"Nice," Harry answered simply. "Focus on my scar, Malfoy. I didn't know you were so jealous. You want one for yourself?" he reached into his robes and whipped out his wand. "I can take care of that for you."

"Big man, Potter," Draco smirked but eyed the wand warily.

"Harry!" Hermione hissed as she took a hold of his arm. "Put your wand down."

"Aim true and get him good!" Ron encouraged but quickly looked down at the floor when Hermione jabbed his arm with her elbow. "I m-mean… bad choice, Harry. Bad choice."

"Yeah, listen to Weasel-bee and Miss Mudblood," the Slytherin chuckled. "They're quite right for once."

"Shut the hell up, Malfoy," Harry took a step forward, his wand still out. "Call my friends those names again, and I won't hesitate—"

"Going to jinx me, are you, Pothead?" Draco pulled his own wand out. "Go on! I'm quivering with fear!"

"I'll give you a reason to quiver with fear—" Harry shouted but was hastily interrupted by Fred and George who dived in bravely between the two outstretched wands.

"Ah, what's this? A duel I see?" Fred glanced at the two fifth years. "Hatred, much?"

"Such a risky act," George shook his head and clicked his tongue. "You'll be detention-bound for sure."

"But you two don't give a damn about detention," Ron blinked at them.

"True, little bro," Fred placed his arms around Harry and Draco- who looked quite stunned. "But we can't allow these Human-Treasures of Hogwarts to endure such a thing as detention. Plus it's our territory and we don't want anyone stealing it—"

"—Therefore," George interrupted. "They can continue their little squabble in this wonderful little room made just for duels. Fred and I came across it last year. Never used it for duels but fantastic though for secretly testing out things for our joke shop—"

"—Then how do we know it's a duel room, you ask—"

"—We don't! It's just a private, isolated little room. Don't know what it's used for, don't care—"

"—But continue your petty wrangle there. That Umbridge woman will do anything to bag anyone who dares to wreak havoc and this fight of yours will just add more flame to the fire."

Ron looked at Harry, quite confused, "I really don't know how they do it." Harry just shrugged.

"I'd love to beat the crap out of you, Potter," Draco straightened up and looked at the twins. "Show the way to this room."

Fred glanced and George as they both smiled rather wickedly. "Right, then. Come this way…"


The twins lead the way with Harry, Draco, and the rest following behind them.

"I didn't like that wicked little smile they just did," Harry heard Hermione whisper to Ron. Come to think of it, Harry didn't like that smile much either.

And knowing the twins…

Something definitely wicked this way comes…Harry thought to himself.

They were lead down a few corridors and made some complicated twists and turns. Several portraits on the wall scolded them by yelling things like, "You're not suppose to be down here!" or "Meddlesome children, always getting themselves in trouble!"

"Ah, hush up," George answered without looking at the portraits. "It's all for a good cause."

"A good cause for trouble, that's what!" a knight hollered back.

After another left turn, the group came to a halt in front of a large marble door. Engraved on the wall above the door, read: Devlos ersilla erofeb gniv aelon siereth.

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" Ron squinted at the words.

Fred shrugged but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "Only one way to find out. George, will you do the honors?"

George stepped forward and tapped the door with his wand, "Streah rieht laeverniad sidriehtd newon." There was a slight rumble as the door slid open.

"Where did you learn that?" Hermione's mouth was open in awe.

"Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies," Fred winked, echoing what he had said to her earlier on in the year when she inquired about their joke shop.

"Now, will my little duelists please hand over their wands?" George held out his hands.

"Why?" Draco asked defensively as he clutched his wand tightly.

"We wouldn't want you two attacking each other the second you step into the room. That would be cheating."

Harry looked at his wand and hesitantly handed it over to George. Draco scowled but reluctantly did the same.

"After you," the twins stepped aside to let Harry and Draco pass through.

The two boys stepped into the large room and looked around with wide eyes. Covering the floor was a large crimson carpet and in front of the fire place, there were red velvet chairs. And on opposite sides of the room, there were two beds.

"This isn't a room for duels—" Harry was stopped short by Fred who chuckled cruelly.

"Bye, bye," Fred grinned as the door slammed shut.