A/N: Apologies to everyone, who has waited for me to finish the story.
I still hope you can enjoy this last chapter (:

For the fraction of a second a shocked look of dawning realisation passed between Fred and George, but there was nothing they could do to stop the potion from working now. Hermione smirked as a sigh escaped from George's mouth and his gaze fixed on Fred again. The other twin on the other hand did a bit of a carp impression while slowly turning to gape at one of his brothers. George wasn't quite up to speed yet, so Fred could freely move, on all fours no less, to the object of his new-found affection.

"Percy," he purred, batting his eye lashes and blatantly trying to be the most seductive he could be. Fred actually tried to seduce his older brother. With the exception of Hermione and Ginny, no one seemed to know what exactly was going on. After all, this could just as well be just another joke of the twins. George shrieked when Fred started to climb onto the lap of a completely stunned Percy, and threw himself at his twin. It was a vain attempt to get Fred to focus on him instead of their uptight brother, and it made the others come out of their astonished daze.

"What is going on?" Harry asked, sounding rather confused while the corners of Bill's and Charlie's mouths were twitching. All the while, Percy was trying to ward off his twin brothers, who had started to, more or less, argue with each other.

"Get off me, you prick. Let me get to my love," Fred complained, lamely shoving at George. "Percy! Why aren't you helping me? Don't you want this to happen?" The wizard looked over his shoulder at Percy, didn't pay attention to George, something the other twin wanted to correct as quickly as possible. Smack, George had pinned Fred to the floor.

"He could never love you like I do! Don't you see that? Come on Fred, I've wanted you for so long," George tried to talk sense into Fred, "I know how much mayhem turns you on, you know what it does to me." There was a stunned silence before everyone with the exception of Percy and Fleur burst out laughing. Shaking his head, Charlie went over to the twins on the floor and separated them, which was a lot harder than anyone would have thought at first. George was still trying to hold on to Fred, but as soon as George's weight had been lifted from the other man, he was moving over to Percy again. By now the others were aware that this must have been some kind of love potion experiment gone wrong, but Fleur tutted in distaste nonetheless. Percy had jumped up from his seat, getting away as far as possible from Fred, but only made it easier for Fred to push him against a wall.

"Oh, please. Don't tell me you've never wanted to do something this forbidden. You can be such a naughty boy, can't you? A real animal in bed? Go on tell me all about it." The seductive tone of Fred's voice clearly got Percy flustered. The twin had gotten so close that he almost managed to nip at the corner of Percy's mouth and grind his hips against his brother's. Before Fred could go on, could actually go through with anything, Percy had already whipped out his wand and stupefied his brother.

The falling body was caught by Bill, who put Fred down on the sofa for now. George looked absolutely ghastly and started his struggle against Charlie's grip once more. He looked worried and ready to kill, and it wasn't clear which emotion was getting the better of him then. Thank Merlin Charlie had experience with wrestling dragons, because otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to hold back his younger brother.

"Calm down, George, he'll be fine!" Percy growled in a stern voice. George blinked, utterly confused. After a second or two, he asked, "What just happened?" He stopped struggling against Charlie, and Hermione chuckled.

"So you were responsible for this?" Fleur asked the young witch and everyone's eyes fixed on her.

"Really, Hermione? Was this your plan?" Ron enquired. Hermione couldn't help but look a little smug.

"They wouldn't believe me when I told them love potions were dangerous. I apologise to you, Percy," she turned to the older man, who still stood there, wand drawn. "I just thought it would be a bit too awkward if they fell for each other and started snogging in front of us or something like that." Hermione sounded innocent enough, but she didn't fool her three best friends. This was her own little prank she played on Percy and she had enjoyed it. All the while George stared at Hermione, frowning.

"How come it suddenly ended?" he asked and shook off Charlie's hands since the other man had loosened his grip on George's arms.

"I modified the potions from your shop a little. You can time them, but I didn't really expect either of you to get knocked out so quickly." Hermione ran a hand through her hair. "Also, you remember everything you did. I just hope that's the case for Fred as well. I'm not sure how a stunning spell influences the effects of the potion." George nodded, while the others slowly shook their heads.

"If you come up with an own potion for them, I really don't want to know what you'll do when people in the office will piss you off," Charlie remarked. A low chuckle escaped Hermione.

"It was just that the two of them could us a bit of all this." Except for Percy and Fleur, who looked rather appalled by the whole thing, the others agreed. George blushed ever so slightly, because he hadn't thought the others would agree with Hermione when it concerned their pranks. The whole thing made him feel awfully uncomfortable, and in the end, all he did was clear his throat awkwardly and turn in for the night. With the help of Charlie he got Fred up to their room, and then went to bed as well. Slowly everyone else went upstairs as well only leaving behind Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione.

"I think you did well," Ginny said.

"Yeah, those two were getting too cocky lately. This should stop them from playing too many pranks for a little while," Ron agreed. Harry watched his friends discuss the evening, and gave Hermione a small smile when she looked at him questioningly.

"Well, I'm looking forward to tomorrow, but I think I'll be going to bed as well. Good night." Only a few minutes later, she was slipping into bed, feeling rather accomplished. As the witch was falling asleep, she heard Ginny come into the room as well. Not much later both of them were deep asleep, a smile on each witch's face.

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The events from the previous night were still fresh in everyone's mind the next morning, even though it was Christmas Day. Everyone has assembled around the table in the morning to unpack the presents together. There was laughter, there was a few odd looks about some presents, there were the obligatory jumpers everyone got, and ended up wearing during breakfast. There was also awkward silence on the twins' and Percy's part, while the others made fun of them. Hermione soon realised that the twins were avoiding talking to her, and she gave up for that day. She would let them enjoy Christmas before pestering them about the potions again. At least that had been Hermione's resolution up until she got stuck with Fred looking for the not as battered china. It took the witch quite a while to think about something to say. She had to get her point across properly this time.

"You and George shouldn't avoid me. It doesn't help being embarrassed about yesterday, you know? I would have been able to trick most people." Her tone was condescending, the challenge so clear. Hermione wanted to get a rise out of Fred, and she wasn't subtle about it. Fred scoffed at the obviousness of Hermione, turned around to face her, and locked eyes with her. For a good while he didn't say anything, and she didn't either.

"We're not embarrassed about yesterday. Clearly, we let you prank us. Besides, it doesn't change anything. Your prank didn't prove anything," he replied at last, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Hermione cocked an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips.

"Excuse me? You let me prank you? I don't think so. That look of complete shock will forever be engrained in my memory. You didn't know anything," she clarified, and furrowing her brows went on, "And why on earth wouldn't it prove anything?"

"Because you changed our potion! Whatever it was you used is not the product we're selling! We're selling a potion that's far less dangerous!" The twin's voice was calm, but he was gesturing with his hands and had stepped closer to Hermione. She had to look up to meet his eyes, and actual anger was showing on her face now.

"Your potions are just as dangerous! You give young witches and wizards easy access to love potions with the likelihood of abuse being really high." She took a small step into his direction as well. "What did you feel when you tried to get it on with Percy yesterday?"

"Well…" Fred seemed to deflate minimally. "It felt real, like I was truly in love with him, but the main point of it all was wanting to do certain things to him."

"Isn't that exactly the same thing your potions do, too?" Hermione was well-aware of the effects of the love potions they were selling at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but she wanted Fred to admit it.

"More or less." More she wouldn't get from him, and she sighed, shaking her head.

"Look… I know I changed the potion, but it was only a few small things to keep the awkwardness to a minimum. Your potions don't have that. Your potions are just as dangerous, so please consider not selling them anymore." They stared at each other for a few more seconds, neither one really willing to look away, and give up, but then Mrs Weasley yelled for them, asking what took so long. Suddenly they realised how close they'd been standing to each other. Quickly stepping away from each other, they dug up the china, and then quickly headed back for the kitchen, where Mrs Weasley tutted that it had taken them much too long.

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Fred left the house and saw Hermione just standing there. The Weasley twin had shouldered a broom, and it seemed like he was going for a fly, but instead of pushing past Hermione, he stopped next to her and took a deep breath before speaking to her, "George and I talked it over. We'll stop selling them, but there is one condition." Hermione looked at Fred questioningly, tilted her head a little and waited for what else he had to say.

"If we ever need some help with other products, you'll help us." Smiling to herself, the frizzy haired witch nodded.

"Alright. Unless of course it's something actually dangerous." Fred laughed and nudged her with his elbow.

"We only ever make dangerous stuff, haven't you noticed yet?" Chuckling, the two of them stood beside each other, staring up into the evening sky. Hermione rubbed the back of her neck, unable to bring herself to talk first. Finally Fred asked, "Want another flying lesson?" and on a whim held out his hand to her. Smiling, she grabbed it, and the two started their walk to the clearing.