A/N: In response to Drishti3693's Lyric Challenge to write a story using at least two lines of the assigned song. My song was "I Gotta Feeling" by the Black Eyed Peas. Enjoy :)
"I've got a feeling," said George, turning to his brother, "That tonight's gonna be a good night."
Fred clapped him on the back, grinning. "How could it not be? We're gonna be there!"
The two entered The Three Broomsticks to a wave of greetings. They made the rounds briefly – it was a Friday night, and decently busy – and then headed over to the bar.
"The usual boys?"
Fred clutched his heart dramatically. "Oh, Rosmerta! You wound us!"
"We are clearly not boys anymore," George added with a suggestive wink.
The older woman just laughed good-naturedly, well-used to their antics. "What brings you two to Hogsmeade?" she inquired, dropping their butterbeers onto the bar with a 'thunk.'
"Well, my good lady-"
"We're so glad you asked!"
"For we've just returned-"
"From a successful foray-"
"Into the world of decadent delights."
They grinned identical grins and she rolled her eyes. "What business have you lot got with Ambrosius?"
Their grins widened. "Business, indeed."
"He's agreed to stock a sweet we've developed-"
"One in a series of delicious accidents." George proffered a brightly wrapped candy.
"Care to try?"
She took one look at the wicked gleam in their eyes and politely declined.
"It's safe!"
"We swear!"
"Just the same," she replied warily, "I think I'll pass."
This time George's hand went to his chest, "Alas! Two wounds in so short a time."
She shook her head, laughing once more then glanced at a table in the corner.
"Oi! Hannah! I'm not paying you to flirt with the clientele!"
The new barmaid flushed a pretty pink and rushed away from a table where none other than Neville Longbottom was seated.
The twins roared with laughter, and sauntered over, plunking themselves down beside him.
"What's good, mate?"
"You're looking pretty upstanding, classy robes and all."
"Just had an interview up at Hogwarts," he explained with only a trace of his previously characteristic shyness. "I think I'm in."
"Oho!" Fred exclaimed. "Another wizard, lost to a respectable career." They shook their heads mournfully.
"Ah, we're just takin' the piss, mate. Good on ya."
They made some idle conversation for a while, the twins not missing how frequently Neville's eyes flashed to a certain lovely lady.
"So what's the deal with you and the Abbot girl?" George finally asked.
"Er… I'm not really sure what you mean?"
George scoffed, turning to appeal to Fred.
But his twin's eyes were fixed determinedly on the bar's entrance. "Remember what you were saying about tonight being good?" he asked, feeling George's eyes on him. "Definitely is, mate."
George followed his line of vision to a large group of gorgeous women. In the midst of them was Angelina, and as her eyes met his, he felt his heart skip a beat. "Oh yes indeed, brother of mine," he said with a grin, plans flitting through his mind, "Tonight's gonna be a good, good night."
"If you'll excuse us, Neville?"
The young man laughed. "I'll see you around, mates. Enjoy your evening."
"Oh we will."
