Sorry, luv. Trade secret." Fred began. "If we told you..." George continued the thought without pause. "We'd have to kill you!" They chimed again, both grinning evilly. "Seriously, Hermione." George really was serious, for one of the few times she'd known him. "We love the pranks, we live for them actually, but to hurt someone...no, no, to...to betray someone, your best friend, at that, just to stroke your own miserable ego...I'm sorry, luv, but that is just totally wrong!" "Don't apologize, George. I totally agree." She returned, tightly. Fred took over. "We think it's time someone knocked the starch, not to mention the stuffing, out of our little brother." "I can count on your help, then?" "Absolutely." They spoke in unison. Then George leaned forward, resting on an elbow and added in a