The love potions were selling quicker than we thought they would, even though it was forbidden to sell them.

     "Poor things," George sighed in a sarcastic manner as the last Ravenclaw boy who had bought one was now out of sight.

     "Yeah," Fred nodded in fake sympathy. "So desperate for love."

     "You're alone on Valentine's day too, Weasley." I said. "Looks to me like you might need one tomorrow as well."

     "I'm single by choice!" He retorted, pointing a finger at me defensively.

     "Mhmm..." I grinned. "Then prove it."

     Fred blinked a few times. "Prove what?"

     "Prove that you're single by choice." I shrugged, still grinning. "Ask someone out."

     Fred opened his mouth a few times but closed it, not knowing what to answer. He then looked over at George for support but he shook his head and said, "Don't drag me into this."

     "Well?" I raised a brow challengingly.

     "I – I don't want to." He mumbled.

     "And why not?" I smiled, feeling triumphant.

     "Because – because we were supposed to prank Filch!" He finally said, more strongly this time.

     "Yeah!" George nodded in support. "We would never pass on the opportunity to make Filch miserable. It's against our religion."

     I chuckled. "And what exactly is this religion?"

     "Pranksterotic," they answered together.

***

To this day, I still can't believe how we actually managed to trick Peeves into taking the muffins which we had filled up with love potion, making him believe that they were sent by Filch.

     It was finally Valentine's day. Everyone was with their partner and some still looking for one.

     But not Fred, George, and I, who were hiding behind the corridor's wall, waiting for Peeves to eat the muffins. We were all alone in that deserted corridor, except for Peeves.

     "So here's the plan," I started reviewing for the third time that day, "the moment Peeves eats the muffins, we cause an explosion to attract Filch's attention and drag him here. And when he comes, we'll just stay here long enough to catch the show, then we'll make a run for it and will get out of the castle so we wouldn't miss the carriages to Hogsmeade."

     "Shh! Look!" George pointed at Peeves at the end of the corridor who had taken the muffins which had a note next to them, saying,

     Warning: they're absolutely not to be touched by anyone.
Argus Filch

     "Quickly! Do it, Fred!" I hissed and so, Fred took out his wand, casting a spell and making a part of the wall opposite us explode.

     It didn't take more than a minute until someone shouted, "WHO DID THAT! MAGIC IN THE CORRIDORS IS FORBIDDEN!"

     We stood behind the wall, trying hard not to laugh too loudly when we saw Filch come to sight.

     "Filchykins!" Peeves yelled, catching Filch off guard.

     "Peeves! Did you explode that wall!?" Filch bellowed angrily. "I'll get you this time for this! Wait until headmaster hear–!"

     But he didn't get to finish what he was saying, because just at that moment, Peeves had leapt forward, trying to kiss Filch.

     "GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU DISGUSTING POLTERGEIST!" Filch roared, trying to run away.

      "There's no use running away from old Peevesy!" said Peeves, chasing after Filch. "Naughty, naughty! You'll get caughty!"

     By that time, Fred, George, and I could no longer control ourselves. We fell to the ground, holding our stomach which was hurting due to laughing.

     "YOU THREE!" We finally stopped at that, looking up. Filch was now running towards us, with Peeves following him right behind. "I'LL HANG YOU FROM YOUR ANKLES FOR THIS!"

     "Run!" I yelled, and by that we got to our feet and started to run away, Filch after us, and Peeves after him.

     After five minutes of roaring with laughter as we ran with Filch cursing after us, we finally managed to lose Peeves who was still calling out how much he wanted Filch.

     But Filch was too keen to catch us that he didn't give up running. "WAIT!" he yelled after us.

     He was so close, but we knew we could get away. But just then, as we were all running, George took out his wand and pointed it at the floor, casting a spell.

     A moment later, grease splashed out of his wand and hit the ground beneath our feet, causing Filch, Fred, and I to slip and drop on the floor, yet George managed to get away, laughing.

     "TRAITOR!" I yelled after him, but it was too late. George was already gone from sight and Filch had gotten up, taking ahold of mine and Fred's robes, forcing us to stand up.

     "You – are – dead," said Filch between pants, as he dragged us away.

***

"Never thought I would have to scrub the floor of Hogwarts kitchen on Valentine's day." I said grumpily. "My last detention was here, too. But at least I just had to sweep it. That was way easier."

     "I'm not complaining." Fred grinned. "Trust me, I've had way worse."

     "I'll kill George when I see him again!" I said bitterly. "Why would he do that!?"

     "Dunno," Fred shrugged. "He'd never done that before. Usually he enjoys going to detentions after we prank someone together. He thinks it's funny to see teachers try and make us regret our pranks."

     "Bet you don't ever regret them, do you?"

    "Never." He said with a proud grin.

     Just then, two house-elves came forward, bowing their heads very low, one of them saying, "You've made us very humble to spend your date among us."

     "This is not a date!"

     "We're not dating!"

     Fred and I said at the same time, but it looked like the elves weren't listening. With the snap of a finger, they made a few candles appear out of thin air where Fred and I were sitting on the floor, scrubbing the dirt away.

     After the candles, rose petals appeared, along with some pumpkin juice as we tried to explain that this wasn't a Valentine's date and we were here for detention.

But the moment freshly baked chocolate chip cookies appeared next to us, Fred stopped explaining.

     "Oh, look! Cookies!" Fred cried out brightly, taking a few at once after taking his wand out and magically cleaning his and my hands off the dirt.

      Just then I remembered the scent I had sensed in the love potion. It smelt exactly like these cookies.

     I glanced up at Fred, but I quickly looked away, feeling my face heat up. All I could do was to bring up a different subject, and in the meantime, hoping that Fred wouldn't notice how I was blushing.

     "You know what?" I said suddenly. "To be fair, this really was the best Valentine's date I've ever had."

     "What!?" Fred looked up at me with widened eyes, mouth still full of cookies.

     "You know? Cause I've never had a date before." I tried to explain the joke.

     "Date!?" Fred still looked panic.

     "It's a joke, Fred. Ever heard of one?" I chuckled.

     "Right." Fred quickly shook his head, regaining himself and swallowing. "Just a joke. Right."

***

By the time we were done cleaning the kitchen and returned to the common room, we saw that everyone was back from their trip to Hogsmeade.

    When we spotted George and Lee sitting on the couch, I paced towards George and smacked him behind his head, making him jump. Lee and Fred started laughing at his shocked state.

    "You're dead, Weasley!" I narrowed my eyes down at him in a warning manner.

     "Had fun at the detention?" said George with a smirk.

     "You're lucky I'm tired. Or I would kill you." I said, but then I shook my head, not being able to suppress my smile anymore. "It was a long day. I think I'll just go straight to bed." I said and with one last wave, I turned on my heels to leave.

     Maybe I was too drowsy, but for a moment I could swear I saw George wink at Fred and mouth, "You're welcome."