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Author's Note: This story will most likely contain various pairings, some more prominent than others. If you get offended by boys with boys, boys with girls, girls with girls, or girls with boys, this is not the fic for you. (Hint as to the future pairing – Absolutely rugged Quidditch player sees cute bossy know-it-all in a new light. Giggle. I love them so.)
Warning: I am prone to starting fics and never finishing them. Guilt trips do work, but it still takes a while. (And I actually did work on the second part of Tripping the Falling Guessings last night, but it didn't flow right. I'll try it again when I have more time.) Anyways, help me out here, folks… feedback! And yell at me to continue (if you want me to).
Oh, and the characters are all whatserface's. JK Rowling. She cool. I ain't.
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Chapter 1: THAT JOKE ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE
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A single shout shattered the idyllic morning haze.
"ARGH! George! Fred!"
The two perpetrators glanced at each other, snickered, and remained in their hiding place behind the couch in the Gryffindor common room. They could hear muffled screams and the angry voice of Percy Weasley coming from the third year girls' dorms. A moment later, a flustered Lavender Brown came tearing down the staircase. She immediately caught sight of the two twins.
"Fred, George, you'd better find a better spot, 'cuz Percy's really mad. What were you thinking, putting hair remover in the shampoo bottles? Honestly, you're lucky I haven't gotten a chance to shower yet this morning!" she panted. "Or I'd be trying to tear your head off as well!" As soon as she had finished speaking, she took off back up the stairs, narrowly avoiding barreling into a furious Percy.
"Oh bugger," said Fred.
"Maybe we should've –" said George.
"Found a better hiding place?" Fred asked.
"Like somewhere –" George agreed.
"Far, FAR away." Fred concluded.
Their brother strode across the hall forcefully, coming to a stop in front of the twins. He remained there, glaring at them. Percy seemed to be trying to calm himself before speaking. Fred and George were appropriately cowed, and sat still, waiting for him to talk.
Five minutes later, Percy was still trying to calm down, and Fred and George considered getting up and going for a walk to stretch their legs, when Percy spoke –
"Fred Weasley. George Weasley." He took a deep breath. "Am I correct in assuming you two were the ones to place the contents of suspicious tubes from Beckarina's Super Duper Hair Remover kit in the bottles normally used for the girls' shampoo?"
They nodded meekly.
"Then I have no choice. Twenty points from Gryffindor, and I expect you both to help the girls regain their follicle capacity by tonight."
"What?"
"But Percy –"
"Twenty points?"
"We always knew you were a tightarse…"
"It was just a bit of fun!"
"Well, Fred, we can't expect him to know what that is."
"Oh. Quite true, George. Maybe we should draw him a diagram?"
"Yeah, I suspect he'll need a diagram if he wants to keep Penelope happy!"
Suddenly both became aware the Percy had turned an alarming shade of purple. They watched as he faded to a dull pink and then further, until he was shockingly white. He worked his jaw a moment, then asked calmly,
"You really think I don't have fun? Or-or anything ab-about… I-I mean… Penelope is none of your business."
Fred got an almost concerned look on his face.
"Perce… even leaving your girlfriend out of it, you have a remarkable amount of NO. FUN."
"But you probably don't notice," George added. "You're so busy studying. Unless that's actual fun for you."
"It may be, love. That would explain a lot!"
Percy got an odd look on his face, but his brothers didn't notice.
"Yes, it would indeed, dear twin. But enough of this. Shall we take our leave of our darling prefect?"
"We shall! And oh yes! Malfoy's hair is in dire need of a reversed Detangler charm, don't you agree?"
The two turned and exited, laughing, leaving Percy in the common room. Percy slowly regained his normal color and sank into the cushions of the couch, sighing.
"I wonder… oh, maybe they're right. Maybe I don't have enough fun. But it's just… there's no time for it! With studies and… oh, heck."
He brooded for a while. Finally, he stood up and wandered back to his own dorm. This current prank of the twins had taken a lot out of him, and right now, he desired a nap more than anything else, even if it was early in the day. Percy quickly checked his bed for booby traps before lying down and dozing off almost immediately.
Meanwhile, Fred and George had given up on finding Malfoy or other obnoxious jerks (or small frightened first years) to torment, and were not yet ready to face the bald headed third year girls. They were chasing each other down a corridor and found themselves face to face with Percy's Ravenclaw girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater.
Penelope glared at them haughtily. "I heard all about that stunt you pulled on the third year Gryffindors. I can't imagine how Percy puts up with you two. Honestly!" she exclaimed, before sweeping off down the hall, "I can't imagine what the two of you find 'funny' about it!"
Fred and George exchanged a look.
"Hmm… I wonder, love…" mused George.
"Do you think mayhaps Penelope and Percy are in need of a little… loosening up?" Fred grinned.
"I think a visit to the library would do us some good…"
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to be continued. mehehehe.
- tpd