Author's note: I was attempting to be one of the first people to write a Book 7 fic, but this just took forever to complete.
Thanks to all those people who pointed out my stupid mistakes. Charlie Bucket, fireapple9, and I play wid fir3.
The booms and screams echoing from downstairs were enough to make the walls of the classroom shake. Pictures slid off the walls, their occupants screaming with fright, to smash on the stone floor. The empty desks piled in the corners trembled.
Fred and George Weasley burst into the room, slamming the door behind them. Fred had a deep scratch down one arm. George looked rather green in the face, and he quickly sat down.
"Think we shook them off?" Fred panted. Trying to staunch the cut on his arm.
"Can't be sure." George gasped. "What happened to your arm?"
Fred winced. "Rookwood." He spat. "He attacked me from behind."
"Bloody Death Eaters." George growled. Another tremor shook the room, and screams could be heard from below. The twins hurried to sit down on one of the desks.
"Hope Harry's okay."
"I think I saw him and Ron running towards to Room of Requirement" Their heads shot up and they looked at each other in horror.
"You don't think--" Fred began.
"Never." George shuddered.
"I don't think Hermione would stand for it. Ever since she fell in love with him."
"True." They sat in silence, listening to the chaos beneath them. Finally George pulled out his wand.
"Here, let me heal that for you." He pointed it at the cut and muttered a quick spell, healing it.
Fred sighed. "Thanks" He rubbed the new skin carefully. "I'm surprised we've made it this far." He said suddenly.
George's head shot up. "What!? What are you saying?"
Fred shook his head. "We're really lucky, do you realize that? So many people have already died. But the only thing the Weasleys have lost is an ear." He pointed to Georges head.
George reached up and covered the hole with his hand. "Hey! Leave it alone!"
Fred snorted. "Prat."
George changed the subject. "Why are you saying this? All this stuff about dying. It's THEM that should be worried about dying." He said, pointing down below their feet. "You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. Harry knows that. Dumbledore knew that. Even RON knows that! Our Ronnikins. Besides," He shook his head and looked at Fred curiously "I don't understand why you are so afraid of fighting."
Fred was a bit shocked by his twin's impressive speech. "I-I was just... I wasn't afraid of fighting. Just- I don't want- to die. Not when we've got the store and- our family. Mum- she would be devastated." He stammered.
"True. But you know she's been expecting this. Besides, other than the shop, what else do you have here that you want." Fred looked down and mumbled something. "What was that?"
"I've never been kissed." Fred said quietly. George burst out laughing. "What?" Fred replied indignantly.
"Sorry, I thought you and Angelina had done MUCH more than snog in fourth year, mate." He wiped a few tears of mirth.
Fred shook his head dejectedly. "Nah, she wasn't interested. Turns out she had the hots for Oliver Wood." That caused Georges laughter to evaporate.
"So, you've never been kissed. What are you going to do about it?" Fred stood up and started walking towards the door.
"Forget it and rejoin the fight, maybe I'll get lucky and survive." Fried sighed. He started to leave when George called out.
"Wait, Fred." He walked over towards where the depressed red-head stood. "You can't go out to battle like that. Cheer up!" With that said, George gave Fred a searing last kiss.
I don't like writing smut. So this fic contains none. However, I may be convinced to write a sequel if enough people review…