The AdVentures Of GrED AnDD ForGGGe!

Me: Fred! George! Stop messing with the Caps Lock Button!

Fred and George: nO! MaKe uS!!!

Me: Look, just because I don't own you, doesn't mean you have to be knuckle-headed-m c-spazzatrons! And beside, I'm the author here, I could make you have one ear and you dead!

Gred and Forge: No! We are sorry! We promise to correct our grammar!

Me: *pats them on heads* Good dog-- I mean twins! Yes, good twins!

Enjoy the show…

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It was an average summer at the Burrow. Harry and Hermione were both staying with the Weaselys, (A/N: Please ignore any spelling errors…) and everyone had taken a day trip to Diagon Alley. Everyone that is, except for Fred, George, and Harry Potter. And, we all know Fred and George. They were preparing to harass Harry. Of course, it was their favorite pastime, harassing people. And it wasn't even their idea to prank poor innocent Harry. Someone was paying them. Score!

Harry, the heroic tyke, was reading. It was summer, and he'd just finished his 7th year. How darling, reading for fun! He was sitting in an old worn armchair, located in the Weasely living room, studying some Quidditch magazine avidly. George, from his position at the top of the stairs, pretended to swoon, while Fred gagged. Fred signaled his twin to be quiet and set one tippy-toe on the very top stair, silently. And that was as quiet as they got. George decided it would be fun to shove Fred down the stairs, as did George. And so, the pranksters both fell head over heels… over head over heels over head… kicking and yelling down the stairs.

As the two red headed boy landed in a heap, unsuspecting Harry barely gave them a second glance. After a week (and the 6 previous summers) nothing they did surprised him anymore. Or, so he thought.

George detangled himself from his twin and jumped up off the floor. "Hello, Harry darling!"

Fred, who had similarly righted himself and stood beside his twin, smacked him upside the head, and hissed, "Don't give it away!" Now Harry was intrigued. And, quite frankly, suspicious. He closed his magazine and set it aside. "Alright," he sighed. "What are you two up to?"

The twins smiled innocently. "Harry dear, we need to talk. Sit down." Harry gestured to the armchair he was currently sitting in. "Oh, right. Well Harry, this is about Ginny. We need to know your intentions." Harry smiled and held up a hand to stop them.

"Guys, I think I know where you're going with this. , Charlie and Bill already talked to me about it. You don't have to worry." The twins exchanged a look. Were they being two-timed?

"What, per say, did they talk to you about?"

"Oh, you know, that they consider me family and all, but, and this is what said, not me, if I 'besmirch her innocence' they'd hex me into a bloody pulp. They meant that in the best way possible, though." The twins smiled. That sounded exactly like their Father and older brothers. So protective it made them want to smile as they gagged at the sweetness of it. The two fell into 'criss-cross applesauce' position at his feet, like children and Santa Claus.

"That's not at all what we wanted to talk to you about, Harry, love," said Fred.

"Oh?"

"No. We want you to dump Ginny," said George.

Harry, shocked, jumped to his feet. "What?!" The twins stood as well. "You heard us."

The Boy Who Lived was bewildered. "Why?" George put an arm around Harry's waist, and Fred over his shoulder. They guided him to the worn, and slightly singed, couch. Harry again repeated his question, and this time, George answered.

" We simply don't think you two click, and you both would be happier with other people."

Harry saw straight through the lie. "The truth, please."

"Alright Harry," said Fred, sighing like an overly tired parent, and Harry was his sugar-hyped toddler. "But you may not like the answer..." Harry rolled his eyes.

"If I can deal with Voldemort I can certainly deal with you two. And those silly fake wands you keep thinking I'll actually fall for," he said. Wait, Harry hadn't fallen for those? They worked every time with Ron! Oh, right, that makes sense.

Fred and George's eyes met, sparkling with silent laughter. George could tell Fred was close to a breaking point, another word and he would burst out laughing. So George spoke: "Harry, we need a favor of you, and it would be easier if you weren't dating our sister. For you see, I'm bi, and Fred, well, he's queer." Harry paled slightly, and looked confused.

"But what do you want me to do?" Fred scooted closer to him, so their thighs touched. He patted Harry's knee.

"We think you know." Harry turned slightly green, and looked and George. The prankster winked. And that proved to be too much for our dear Saviour. He leapt off the couch and spun on the spot, disapperating with a small pop,

presumably headed to tell his girlfriend of his traumatic experience. Fred turned to George, laughing.

"Well, who would have guessed? The great Harry Potter is a homophobe! I guess Ron was right... for once. "

"Ginny owes us ten galleons."

"So what do you want to do now?"

"Dunno... Gee, you don't think Harry will tell on us to Mum, do you?"

". . ."

". . ."

"We're going to die, aren't we?" They heard a crack of someone apperating.

"BOYS! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!"

"GINNY TOLD US TO!"

"Honest! She said she'd pay us!"

"It was just a prank!"

Both of the twins were grounded for two weeks, no magic. But they didn't care, because Ginny payed them. It was

all her idea, this time anyway.