A/N: CONFUSION!!! Oh yes, my friends. Ron is going to be super confused today, yessir! So, I'm hopped up on sugar, and I'm listening to Uncle Monsterface (that always reminds me of Uncle Vernon…O.o), so I'm a little crazy right now lol.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own. The end.
NOW, ON WITH THE STORY! (I love that phrase…)
"Ron, have you seen Fred and George? It's time for lunch, and they haven't been in the house since this morning." Ron shook his head at his mother.
"No, I haven't."
Molly huffed. "Well, can you go look for them?! I don't want to be held up today!"
"Okay, okay. I'll go and look for them. But I get half of their sandwiches…each." Molly just ushered him outside of the house. Ron looked around. He started at the barn.
"Fred? George? Are you in here?" he shouted. He only saw hay. "Okay, no one here…I guess I should see about the garden…"
They weren't in the garden, or the backyard, or in anyone's room.
"Where the bloody hell are they?" he muttered underneath his breath, as he finally reached the last room in the house: his room. He tried to turn the knob, but the door wouldn't open.
"Graah! Open up!" he yelled in frustration. He heard giggles coming from his room. "Fred! George! I know you're in there! Lemme in!" As if on cue, the door opened, and Ron landed in Dragon Dung. He moaned in anger. Now, if it were any other type of dung, it would've been tolerable.
But Dragon Dung never got out of clothes, and smelled up something horrible.
Ron got up and started cursing at Fred and George, who just sat on Ron's bed, laughing there faces off.
"Ronald Weasley! Fred and George! Oh, get down here, you three!" Molly shrieked.
The three walked downstairs, Fred and George still sniggering at Ron's failed attempt to rub the stuff off.
"Fred…George…what have you done?! This was new! Oh, you two! And Ron, you! You stink." She plugged her nose. "Go clean up that Dung, and then get in the shower and wash up. Fred and George…sit down and eat your lunch."
"MUM! Why can't they clean it up? They swamped my whole room with the stuff, and you know I can't use magic yet!" Molly gave her son a steely stare that made him cower and walked up the stairs to the bathroom, mulling over the events.
Fred and George got off easy, while Ron had to clean everything by hand.
"Why me?" He mumbled as he stepped into the shower.
A/N: Yes, he was confused only for a moment. But it was still funny! . Next are the 'D's. YAY
