A/N: This is my first published Harry Potter fic, so be nice! Course, this isn't the first Harry Potter fic I've ever written, but this is so far the one I like the best. I wanted to start things off light and airy, because my stories about Harry tend to get a little angst-ish, and that's just not the way I am! Ok ok. I realize that Fred is a tad out of character, sorry, but I couldn't make it work. No flames puhleeze… R/R and enjoy!
"At my mercy, minion!" Fred Weasley bellowed, jumping up on an empty seat in a compartment toward the back of the Hogwarts Express and pointing his wand at Lee Jordan. Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell stifled giggles. After seven years dealing with the Weasley twins, they still got giggles around the rowdy boys.
"Oy, Fred, you're forgetting your right hand man," George Weasley, Fred's twin brother, complained.
"Sorry," Fred grinned, stepping off the seat. "I'll try it again. At our mercy, minion!" Fred shouted, again leaping up into the seat and pointing his wand. George stayed rooted to the ground. Noticing his brother had not leapt up onto the seat, Fred lowered his wand with an impatient sigh, and took the collar of his brother's robes and tried to haul him up into the seat. George was too heavy for Fred to lift with one hand, however, so Fred gave up and resorted to words. "Get up here, you sociopath!" he ordered.
"I think you two need a few more rehearsals," Angelina said mock-constructively. Fred turned to look at her, cocking a surprised eyebrow at her. She batted her lashes at him innocently. Fred opened his mouth to send Angelina his sarcastic rebuttal when he was grabbed around the neck and dragged off the seat.
"Who's the sociopath here, eh, mate?" George said, tackling his twin on the compartment floor.
"You are," came Fred's muffled reply, because his mouth was jammed against the carpeting. George shoved his brother farther to the floor.
"Eh? What was that? I'm a little hard for hearing these days, what with having an incredibly loud twin brother," George said mock-meanly.
"Geroff, you stupid fat git!" Fred shouted, knocking George off his back and catching him in a headlock. Fred held George inches from the ground in one of his famous "Fred Weasley Headlocks". "You're the sociopath, George, and I won't let you go until you say it." George gargled. "Say it!" Fred ordered. "I-"
"I," George repeated.
"Am-"
"Am," George said, although it sounded like 'um'.
"A-"
"A," George stuttered, his freckle-covered face turning purple.
"Sociopath!" Fred finished.
"Glad you finally admit it," George spluttered, accompanied by fits of giggles from Lee and the girls, and an exasperated cry from Fred.
"SAY IT!" Fred roared. George tried to say something, but no sound came out. His already purple face was now a violent shade of blue, and he was beginning to choke.
"Fred!" came a cry from over his shoulder. Fred turned and saw Angelina standing next to him. "Let him go! You'll kill him!"
"One less brother to worry about, then," Fred replied lightly.
"Fred!" Angelina insisted. Reluctantly, Fred let his brother go. George fell to the ground, gasping, gulping in the air gratefully. After he'd regained his breath, he stuttered out a "thanks, Angelina."
"No problem, George," Angelina replied pleasantly, but then her tone changed. "It's time your brother took on a real opponent anyway."
"Hey!" George protested hurtfully, a look of insult washing over his face. Fred's face, however, was lit in anticipation.
"You can't seriously mean you, Angelina," Fred replied, choking back a laugh. He and Angelina began to face-off around the compartment, turning a slow circle.
"Well, who d'you think I mean? Lee?" Angelina replied. This produced bursts of laughter from Fred, George, Katie, and Alicia. Lee looked hurt, but he covered it quickly by grinning and pretending to flex his muscles.
"You're not going to whine when I hurt you, are you?" Fred asked, not meaning it to sound concerned, which it didn't.
"What do you mean by 'when'?" Angelina replied. "I think the correct term is 'if'."
"Somebody's sure confident," Fred shot back cockily.
"I should be," Angelina countered. "After all, I'm going to win this fight hands down!" Alicia and Katie cheered Angelina. Fred looked surprised.
"All right, that's it," he said, lunging at Angelina. She jumped lightly to the side, sending Fred crashing into Lee. She ran after him, catching him around the neck and copying his own headlock. Having plenty of preparation for an occasion like this in the past, however, Fred reached behind him and pulled Angelina over his head, sending her slamming into Lee's lap. The throw had slightly stunned Angelina, and so Fred took the opportunity to pick her up and shove her up against the compartment door, holding her there forcefully.
"Oy, Fred!" George called from his sitting position on the floor. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you're not supposed to hit a girl?"
"I'm not hitting her," Fred replied, "I'm holding her up against the door! In what way is that hitting her?" George did not have a chance to answer, because Angelina had just firmly planted her foot between Fred's legs. With a painful cry, Fred let go of Angelina, letting down his defenses as he did so. Angelina used the chance to tackle Fred, holding him against the carpeting, face up.
"Who's the woman, Fred?" Angelina demanded snootily.
"I am!" Fred replied. Angelina couldn't control her composure, and burst into a fit of laughter. Fred turned the tables on Angelina, flipping her onto her back and sitting on top of her while she giggled uncontrollably.
"Who's the man, Angelina?" Fred mocked.
"I am," she replied, snorting. Fred couldn't help it; he grinned down at his pretty friend. "I think I won this one, Angie," he told her.
"I think you didn't," Angelina replied, bringing her legs up and locking them around Fred's neck, then she sat up, so that she was sitting on Fred just as he had been sitting on her. She planted her feet on his arms, holding them to the ground at the wrists. "Who's the woman?" she repeated.
Fred sighed in defeat. "You are, Angelina."
"Thank you." She got up and sat back down in between Katie and Alicia, leaving Fred gasping on the compartment floor.
"You're just not what you used to be, Fred," George commented in mock-disgust. "You got beat by a girl."
"Yeah, well, just remember that the next time we do this, we'll be up in the air where she can't use the floor, and I'll have a club," Fred replied.
"Hey Fred," Angelina replied, "I'm a Chaser, remember? I dodge your stupid clubs for a living!"
Fred rolled over onto his stomach. "Is that so? Do you want to demonstrate, Miss Johnson?" he asked her prissily, withdrawing his Beater's club from his trunk.
"Any day of the week," she replied dangerously.
"I'll remember that challenge," Fred replied, just as dangerously. By that time, George and Lee had ignored Fred and Angelina's little exchange of threats and had moved on to the topic of how exactly Fred and George were going to take over Hogwarts in their seventh year.
"I still say booby-trapping toilets is way too third year for you guys," Lee insisted. "Have you ever thought about booby-trapping Snape's office?" Fred and George exchanged enlightened looks.
"No, but thanks for the idea," Fred replied.
"How about holding Mrs. Norris hostage and threatening to chop her up into little pieces and put her in the soup?" Katie suggested. Another glance from Fred to George.
"Or how about stringing Filch up?" Alicia added.
"No, no, wait!" said Angelina. "I've got it: Hold both Filch and Mrs. Norris hostage, booby-trap the school, and make an announcement at dinner that if anyone ever wants to see Filch or Mrs. Norris again, or if they want to live through that night, the faculty has to meet your demands." A major 'wow' look passed between Fred and George.
"Hey, thanks, Angelina," George said.
"No kidding," Fred agreed. "I mean, if we ever pull that plan off, they'll be calling us the Kings of Hogwarts for decades!"
"And they can call me the one who gave the Kings of Hogwarts the idea," Angelina replied coolly, as the Hogwarts Express slowed in front of the humongous castle. "Not to mention the one who paddled one of the Kings' butt." Fred fake-sneered at Angelina as the six of them in the compartment stood up and filed off the train. Fred fell in step behind Angelina, and, noticing he was still holding his Beater's club, he gently snapped it against Angelina's rear.
"What was that for?" she asked him exasperatedly.
"Oh, nothing," Fred replied. "Just wanted to be able to say I paddled your rear, too."
A/N2: Cute, huh? Ok, I'm putting up the second chapter at the same time, so you can go right on and read it. We get a revelation from Fred…
"At my mercy, minion!" Fred Weasley bellowed, jumping up on an empty seat in a compartment toward the back of the Hogwarts Express and pointing his wand at Lee Jordan. Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell stifled giggles. After seven years dealing with the Weasley twins, they still got giggles around the rowdy boys.
"Oy, Fred, you're forgetting your right hand man," George Weasley, Fred's twin brother, complained.
"Sorry," Fred grinned, stepping off the seat. "I'll try it again. At our mercy, minion!" Fred shouted, again leaping up into the seat and pointing his wand. George stayed rooted to the ground. Noticing his brother had not leapt up onto the seat, Fred lowered his wand with an impatient sigh, and took the collar of his brother's robes and tried to haul him up into the seat. George was too heavy for Fred to lift with one hand, however, so Fred gave up and resorted to words. "Get up here, you sociopath!" he ordered.
"I think you two need a few more rehearsals," Angelina said mock-constructively. Fred turned to look at her, cocking a surprised eyebrow at her. She batted her lashes at him innocently. Fred opened his mouth to send Angelina his sarcastic rebuttal when he was grabbed around the neck and dragged off the seat.
"Who's the sociopath here, eh, mate?" George said, tackling his twin on the compartment floor.
"You are," came Fred's muffled reply, because his mouth was jammed against the carpeting. George shoved his brother farther to the floor.
"Eh? What was that? I'm a little hard for hearing these days, what with having an incredibly loud twin brother," George said mock-meanly.
"Geroff, you stupid fat git!" Fred shouted, knocking George off his back and catching him in a headlock. Fred held George inches from the ground in one of his famous "Fred Weasley Headlocks". "You're the sociopath, George, and I won't let you go until you say it." George gargled. "Say it!" Fred ordered. "I-"
"I," George repeated.
"Am-"
"Am," George said, although it sounded like 'um'.
"A-"
"A," George stuttered, his freckle-covered face turning purple.
"Sociopath!" Fred finished.
"Glad you finally admit it," George spluttered, accompanied by fits of giggles from Lee and the girls, and an exasperated cry from Fred.
"SAY IT!" Fred roared. George tried to say something, but no sound came out. His already purple face was now a violent shade of blue, and he was beginning to choke.
"Fred!" came a cry from over his shoulder. Fred turned and saw Angelina standing next to him. "Let him go! You'll kill him!"
"One less brother to worry about, then," Fred replied lightly.
"Fred!" Angelina insisted. Reluctantly, Fred let his brother go. George fell to the ground, gasping, gulping in the air gratefully. After he'd regained his breath, he stuttered out a "thanks, Angelina."
"No problem, George," Angelina replied pleasantly, but then her tone changed. "It's time your brother took on a real opponent anyway."
"Hey!" George protested hurtfully, a look of insult washing over his face. Fred's face, however, was lit in anticipation.
"You can't seriously mean you, Angelina," Fred replied, choking back a laugh. He and Angelina began to face-off around the compartment, turning a slow circle.
"Well, who d'you think I mean? Lee?" Angelina replied. This produced bursts of laughter from Fred, George, Katie, and Alicia. Lee looked hurt, but he covered it quickly by grinning and pretending to flex his muscles.
"You're not going to whine when I hurt you, are you?" Fred asked, not meaning it to sound concerned, which it didn't.
"What do you mean by 'when'?" Angelina replied. "I think the correct term is 'if'."
"Somebody's sure confident," Fred shot back cockily.
"I should be," Angelina countered. "After all, I'm going to win this fight hands down!" Alicia and Katie cheered Angelina. Fred looked surprised.
"All right, that's it," he said, lunging at Angelina. She jumped lightly to the side, sending Fred crashing into Lee. She ran after him, catching him around the neck and copying his own headlock. Having plenty of preparation for an occasion like this in the past, however, Fred reached behind him and pulled Angelina over his head, sending her slamming into Lee's lap. The throw had slightly stunned Angelina, and so Fred took the opportunity to pick her up and shove her up against the compartment door, holding her there forcefully.
"Oy, Fred!" George called from his sitting position on the floor. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you're not supposed to hit a girl?"
"I'm not hitting her," Fred replied, "I'm holding her up against the door! In what way is that hitting her?" George did not have a chance to answer, because Angelina had just firmly planted her foot between Fred's legs. With a painful cry, Fred let go of Angelina, letting down his defenses as he did so. Angelina used the chance to tackle Fred, holding him against the carpeting, face up.
"Who's the woman, Fred?" Angelina demanded snootily.
"I am!" Fred replied. Angelina couldn't control her composure, and burst into a fit of laughter. Fred turned the tables on Angelina, flipping her onto her back and sitting on top of her while she giggled uncontrollably.
"Who's the man, Angelina?" Fred mocked.
"I am," she replied, snorting. Fred couldn't help it; he grinned down at his pretty friend. "I think I won this one, Angie," he told her.
"I think you didn't," Angelina replied, bringing her legs up and locking them around Fred's neck, then she sat up, so that she was sitting on Fred just as he had been sitting on her. She planted her feet on his arms, holding them to the ground at the wrists. "Who's the woman?" she repeated.
Fred sighed in defeat. "You are, Angelina."
"Thank you." She got up and sat back down in between Katie and Alicia, leaving Fred gasping on the compartment floor.
"You're just not what you used to be, Fred," George commented in mock-disgust. "You got beat by a girl."
"Yeah, well, just remember that the next time we do this, we'll be up in the air where she can't use the floor, and I'll have a club," Fred replied.
"Hey Fred," Angelina replied, "I'm a Chaser, remember? I dodge your stupid clubs for a living!"
Fred rolled over onto his stomach. "Is that so? Do you want to demonstrate, Miss Johnson?" he asked her prissily, withdrawing his Beater's club from his trunk.
"Any day of the week," she replied dangerously.
"I'll remember that challenge," Fred replied, just as dangerously. By that time, George and Lee had ignored Fred and Angelina's little exchange of threats and had moved on to the topic of how exactly Fred and George were going to take over Hogwarts in their seventh year.
"I still say booby-trapping toilets is way too third year for you guys," Lee insisted. "Have you ever thought about booby-trapping Snape's office?" Fred and George exchanged enlightened looks.
"No, but thanks for the idea," Fred replied.
"How about holding Mrs. Norris hostage and threatening to chop her up into little pieces and put her in the soup?" Katie suggested. Another glance from Fred to George.
"Or how about stringing Filch up?" Alicia added.
"No, no, wait!" said Angelina. "I've got it: Hold both Filch and Mrs. Norris hostage, booby-trap the school, and make an announcement at dinner that if anyone ever wants to see Filch or Mrs. Norris again, or if they want to live through that night, the faculty has to meet your demands." A major 'wow' look passed between Fred and George.
"Hey, thanks, Angelina," George said.
"No kidding," Fred agreed. "I mean, if we ever pull that plan off, they'll be calling us the Kings of Hogwarts for decades!"
"And they can call me the one who gave the Kings of Hogwarts the idea," Angelina replied coolly, as the Hogwarts Express slowed in front of the humongous castle. "Not to mention the one who paddled one of the Kings' butt." Fred fake-sneered at Angelina as the six of them in the compartment stood up and filed off the train. Fred fell in step behind Angelina, and, noticing he was still holding his Beater's club, he gently snapped it against Angelina's rear.
"What was that for?" she asked him exasperatedly.
"Oh, nothing," Fred replied. "Just wanted to be able to say I paddled your rear, too."
A/N2: Cute, huh? Ok, I'm putting up the second chapter at the same time, so you can go right on and read it. We get a revelation from Fred…