This is another of my very first fanfics. People seemed to enjoy the other one so I decided to post this as well. It has not been edited by a beta reader. Please be kind.
Fred and George walked down the house table with extremely smug looks on their faces and took a couple of empty chairs halfway down. Fred sat next to Hermione and George rolled his eyes, though no one else could see. Harry and Ron were sitting across from them and stared at them with awe.
"That was bloody brilliant yesterday! What the hell did you do to him?" Ron said, still staring at his twin older brothers.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Ronald," said Fred with a lopsided smile.
"Yes, you might try to be a bit more specific," grinned George.
"Oh, you two know exactly what he's talking about," said Hermione. Her tone was hard to decipher. She seemed like she could be either teasing or disapproving, perhaps both.
"C'mon," goaded Harry. "What did you do to him?"
Fred and George exchanged looks then bent forward in a huddle, speaking quietly as not to be overheard.
"We call it sunshine potion," said Fred.
"Yeah, during detention, the night before last, Fred slipped it in Snape's tea," George explained.
"Thus his sunny disposition yesterday," chuckled Fred.
"We originally made it to use on Mum, but the chance to test it on Snape," started George.
"-was just too perfect to pass up," finished Fred.
"It was bloody hilarious," piped Ron.
"You could be in such trouble though…" Hermione said nervously. "Putting an unfamiliar potion in a teacher's drink…"
"Don't worry so much Hermione, Snape suspects us but will never be able to prove it," said Fred.
"And don't pretend you didn't like it, Hermione," said Harry. "You were laughing with the rest of us. And he gave you a ton of points for Gryffindor yesterday."
"So that big hike in the hourglass was you?" asked Fred.
Hermione only blushed in response.
"I'm never going to forget his smile. I didn't even know that he could smile," said Harry. "He patted my shoulder and congratulated me for our last Quidditch match!"
"And he was humming all through class! We even saw him practically skip to the great hall for lunch!" laughed Ron.
"It really was brilliant," admitted Hermione, beaming at Fred. "You just have to be careful."
"Well, we better stop chatting and get some breakfast," Fred said, looking away from Hermione. Fred grabbed the goblet of juice in front of him and lifted his glass. "To the happiness of our dear potions' teacher."
Hermione, Ron and Harry lifted their goblets but George did not. "Wait, wait." He said. "I'm still feeling ill from all those sweets we nicked last night." He pushed his juice aside and poured himself some black coffee. Fred waited impatiently with his goblet raised, but eventually George raised his cup with the rest.
"Did you see he washed his hair?" asked George taking a tiny sip of his scalding hot coffee.
"Yeah, it's all silky and smooth…" laughed Fred.
Their laughing stopped immediately, though their smiles never faded, as Professor Snape stopped behind Harry and Ron, staring down at Fred and George.
"How are you this morning, Professor?" greeted Fred in a bright, cheerful voice.
"To what do we owe the honour of your visit?" asked George.
"The question is," drawled Snape. "How are you boys this morning?"
"Fantastic," said Fred enthusiastically.
"Oh, and why is that?" he asked.
"Because I can't stop thinking about the way Hermione smiled at me and called me brilliant for putting that potion in your evening tea," Fred answered without hesitation. He gasped as he realized what he just said. He glanced quickly and nervously at Hermione and then stared at George with utter panic.
"So you admit that it was you?" Though Snape tried to control his tone, his anger was seeping through.
"Yes," said Fred. His eyebrows were knit with fear.
"And you, Miss Granger… you find that amusing do you?"
"No, Sir!" Hermione answered quickly in her own state of panic.
"I thought it was part of a prefect's duty to report such things. That's fifty points from Gryffindor for such disrespect toward a profesor and a detention for neglecting your prefect duties. And you, Mr. Weasley," he said to George, obviously unable to tell which twin he was addressing. "I'm assuming you were in on this with your twin?"
"No!" said George quickly, glancing at Fred. "And he didn't either. He doesn't know what he's saying."
"Once more, Mr. Weasley, what did you do to my evening tea?"
"I put Sunshine Potion in it," Fred answered. He looked guiltily at George.
"And your twin helped poison my tea?" Snape asked Fred.
"No," said Fred. It was true. Neither one of them 'poisoned' Snape's tea, only spiked it with a harmless potion.
"Well, I think it's…"
"And what is going on here?" asked Professor McGonagall, coming over to the group.
"Mr. Weasley, here," Snape motioned to Fred. "Admits to slipping a potion into my tea."
"Is this true, Fred?" Though it took a couple of years, Professor McGonagall had learned to tell Fred and George apart. Probably from all the time she spent disciplining them.
"Yes…" Fred said miserably. George just kept staring at Fred with a pleading look.
"I'm sure you know, Mr. Weasley, that this is very serious. I will need to speak with the headmaster about this…" said Professor McGonagall. Her lips were thin and eyes very stern.
"I want him expelled, Minerva," said Snape simply.
"I'm sure you do, Severus. But this will be brought up to the Headmaster," replied McGonagall sharply. "I expect you in my office after class this morning… that is if you were planning on showing up?" she bit at Fred.
"I wasn't planning on it…" Fred squeezed his eyes closed hard and bit his lip, unable to believe the words coming from his mouth. Why was he doing this to himself?
"Well you WILL be there this morning, Mr. Weasley!" snapped Professor McGonagall.
Both Professors swept away angrily, their robes billowing behind them.
"What the bloody hell was that, Fred?" George demanded.
"I don't know!" said Fred in utter panic again. He had always control of what he said. He was always an eloquent speaker, an absolute charmer when he wanted. He never found himself with his foot in his mouth. He often talked himself out of trouble, not into it.
"And why the hell did you bring Hermione into this?" Harry said angrily. "If you want to dig your own grave that's fine, but why bring Hermione into it?"
Fred looked nervously at Hermione who looked wounded and cross, eyes glittering with angry, unshed tears from his betrayal.
"I didn't mean to! I never wanted to," said Fred.
"What the hell was that all about anyway?" said Ron angrily, possibly jealous. "All that waffle about her smile?"
Fred had no intention of speaking, but somehow that did not stop him. "I love the way she looks at me and smiles at me and when Snape asked why I felt good I had to tell him…"
He looked panicked at Hermione, then George, then Harry and Ron, and back to Hermione. Why couldn't he stop? He'd never felt so helpless in his life.
"You felt what?" said Hermione incredulously.
The harder Fred tried to restrain his words for more forcefully they burst from his mouth. "I fancy you!" he nearly shouted through the hall. Several surrounding students turned to watch the exchange. "I love the way you smile at me and the way you see me as more than I appear. I love the way you get angry wh-"
George's hand clapped over Fred's mouth. "Stop, Fred!"
Fred threw George's hand off forcefully. Fred grabbed his hair with both hand and tugged hard and angrily, his teeth grit and barred. He punched the air with his fists in a wild state of frustration like he had never known before. "FU-UCK!" he shouted so loudly through the hall that every eye was on him, especially those of the professors. Just what he needed…
"What the hell is going on?" George asked angrily.
"I don't know!" Fred grabbed his hair tightly again, closing his eyes to try and calm himself. "I just can't stop talking. No matter how I try to keep my mouth shut it comes out!" He let go of his hair and it stood up in odd angles in the front. He stood up quickly and grabbed his bag.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" George asked quickly.
Fred had only walked two steps before he was forced to turn around and answer his brother. "I don't know where I'm going. I have to escape from here before I fuck things up even more." He chanced a glance at Hermione who still looked angry and betrayed, but was there concern there as well?
"Wait, Fred!" Harry stood up and Fred glared at him. "Can you lie?"
"No," said Fred. His eyes widened. He was shocked by the answer, but it was most certainly true. "No… why can't I?"
"What are you thinking, Harry?" asked George quickly.
"Veritaserum…" said Harry, worried about his own suggestion. "Tell a lie, Fred."
"I…Can't," Fred replied.
"Try really hard!" Harry demanded. He picked up an orange from the table. "Tell me this is an apple."
Fred looked as though he were concentrating extremely hard. "It's – It's –It's… I can't! It's an orange!" He looked stunned and furious.
"Then… then you were telling the truth…?" Hermione said quietly and apprehensively. She slowly looked up at him.
Fred looked at her in horror. Yes, it was true. Of course, it was true. He had hidden feelings for her for months but had told no one. George, of course, had guessed but was polite enough not to ever mention it.
"Yes!" Fred growled angrily at Hermione. He hadn't meant to say it like that, but had hadn't meant to say it at all. He had tried to hold it in with everything he had and it burst forth in the most horrible way. Without another word or glance at anyone he stormed out of the hall.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George sat in silence exchanging glances. They seemed to be glancing at Hermione more than anyone else.
Finally Harry stood up and took Fred's empty juice goblet. "Did you see him pour this?"
"No… I didn't see him," answered George. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione who both shook their heads.
Harry then looked at George's goblet. "Why did you pour yourself juice if you didn't want it?"
"I didn't pour it," said George. "I figured Fred did. We help each other load our plates most times and I didn't tell him that I didn't want…"
"He might have thought the same thing then – that you poured his. You didn't drink ANY, did you?" Harry insisted.
George shook his head. "You think veritaserum was in our cups?"
Harry glared up at the staff table. "Snape threatened me last year. He said that if anything came up missing in his store room again he would 'accidentally' slip some in my pumpkin juice," Harry recalled.
George stared at his goblet like it was deadly.
"But Harry," started Hermione. "Surely he was just trying to scare you. It's against the rules. He wouldn't chance…"
"Wouldn't he?" asked Ron. "And how else would you explain Fred's behaviour if not for Veritaserum?"
"Yesterday was the most humiliating day for Snape and he had no way to prove it was Fred and George. This was all the proof he needed," stated Harry.
"And he had the added bonus of humiliating Fred more than he's ever been in his life…" George stared at the staff table. He was livid. He grabbed his wand from inside his robes and Hermione stopped him immediately.
"And what are you going to do with that?" she demanded. "That's not going to help!"
"Wouldn't it? I think I'd feel a lot better"
"And risk being expelled?" asked Hermione.
"I'm not staying if Fred's expelled," George said simply.
"Just stop," Harry ordered. "If it was in his juice than there will probably be proof in the goblet. And if it was in Fred's then it's probably in yours also. We give both glasses to McGonagall and she'll have them tested. If Fred's going down for putting potion in a drink, so is Snape." Everyone there glared fiercely at Snape who narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
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