AN- Hey guys. New story! Still working at The Games of Life, do not fret. But I got this idea for a story back a long ways ago and I had to share it now! Here's a better summary *as seen in TGOL*
The story takes place before Fred and George's seventh year of Hogwarts. They are preparing merchandise for the shop, but to their dismay they realise that the money Harry has given them is running mega low. Whether by fate or curse, Mrs Weasley tells the boys that they need to pick up on the responsibility. She tells them that she got them a job working as help for a Mr Alan Jay (a wealthy and successful business man)- they will be cleaning around the large property and attending to whatever needs he can think of. It's only for the summer.
Alan Jay has only one rule for Fred and George, and that is this: they cannot date his daughter or her friend. This is where Hannah and Kaylee come in. Both girls are forced to be the perfect young ladies of society. This means the proper dress, the proper private tutor (Anthony. He will be explained later), and the perfect boyfriends- Lucas and Sebastian Jacobs. After Hannah lost her mother and Kaylee lost her parents in fatal car accident, Alan has been distant and demanding. He has high standards for his daughter and does not believe she should date anything below her high level in society. His son Dominic couldn't care less. The girls, however hate the life they lead.
Hannah and Kaylee long for the freedom of being teenagers. When Alan is away and out of the picture, Hannah and Kaylee become the girls they always wanted to be- riding around in a truck blaring their music, going to town, and dressing in jeans and t shirts. They are complete rebels from what Alan wants. When Hannah and Kaylee fall for Fred and George, and vice versa, the girls will stop at nothing to be with them. But when their ex-boyfriends come into the picture, can their summer romance last? And how will Alan handle his daughter's new found love? Will Fred and George prove to their mother they have grown up? Will Hannah and Kaylee get the freedom they want?
"Ready Fred?"
"Ready George!" Fred and George Weasley grinned at each other before pouring the Doxy droppings into the bubbling orange potion sitting in between them. Fred, wearing goggles, and George, with a cloth tied around his mouth, leaned over the edge to look into the cauldron, trying to figure out if their latest invention worked. His shoulder length red hair hung in his eyes and he flipped it away.
"Fred, it's not doing anything," George noted, marking down his findings in their tattered leather bound notebook. Fred frowned and picked up his Butterbeer, taking a sip.
"It appears not, Brother," he sighed. He took a sip of the cold drink and wiped the sweat from his brow, squinting outside into the sun. It was mid-July, and the hottest day yet. He and George were working without shirts on and only jeans- no socks. Sweat ran down their backs as the steam from the cauldron filled the tiny room.
"Back to the drawing board?" George asked, standing up to look at their whiteboard which they hid under Fred's bed. Sometimes their dad's Muggle findings came in handy. Fred nodded, standing up to look at it. Their messy handwriting was scrawled out all across it, showing diagrams, equations, recipes, and measurements. Fred picked up the marker and made a correction in one of the formulas.
"Agreed," he said. "Maybe we don't need so much Doxy droppings- how about more eggs?" George grinned and nodded, turning around to reach for the bottle of eggs. Fred walked over, simultaneously taking a sip of the Butterbeer. He tripped over one of the cartons on the floor, and jerked his hand forward. All of sudden, his hand slipped and a droplet of the drink fell into the cauldron. The effect was instantaneous- potion exploded everywhere, dowsing both Fred and George with hot, sticky, orange solution.
"Well, that didn't work," Fred said in shock, staring at the melted cauldron. George tiptoed in between the globs of potion and wrinkled his freckled face at the sight. He poked the clump of metal with his marker and jerked his hand back as the plastic melted.
"No shit, Sherlock!" He growled, shaking potion out of his hair. Footsteps thundered up the stairs, and the twins shot a panicked look at each other- their mum. Both twins flung themselves at the door, locking it tightly.
"Fred, George, what on earth was that?" Mrs Weasley's shrill voice cried. Fred dug his heels into the ground as his mother used the unlocking spell to try to get in. He pressed his muscular body to the door, and George joined him, keeping their mother out.
"Dropped a book, my fault!" George yelled, kicking over their spell book for extra measure.
"Are you sure?" Mrs Weasley called, slamming into the door. Fred was nearly flung onto his face from the force. He turned around and pressed his hands to the door, using all his upper body strength to keep it shut. George's face gleamed with sweat at the effort.
"More like the whole bookshelf, but we're fine!" He lied, grunting as their mother shoved again. The seventeen year old twins used all the energy they had to keep the door shut.
"Well stop whatever it is and get down here!" She screeched through the wooden door, walking back down the staircase. Fred and George heaved sighs of relief and sank onto the floor, relieved that their mother didn't catch them.
"That was a close one." Fred panted, wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek. "We really have to watch ourselves, if we don't want to get caught again." George nodded and grabbed a grimy rag out of their closet, wiping the orange potion from his face.
"We can't keep working like this," he said, "we are running low on supplies, and the money Harry gave us is almost all gone!" Fred nodded sadly and opened up a box under George's bed. He quickly counted the money inside and sighed in defeat, shutting the lid with a snap.
"We only have less than a quarter of what Harry gave us," he said with a bitter tone to his voice. "And we need to pick up more Doxy droppings and buy a better cauldron." George made a face and quickly calculated the costs in his head.
"That puts us in debt!" He cried, "if we want to get a new cauldron that won't melt on us!" Fred let out a yell of frustration and buried his face into his hands.
"Come on, let's go see what Mum wants," he muttered, standing up slowly. He pulled a white t shirt over his head and accepted the rag George offered him, smearing off the orange potion. George grabbed a blue t shirt and yanked it on, following his brother out the door. They trudged down the wooden stairs which creaked as they went.
"I'm thinking maybe we could talk to Dung, and see if he could hook us up," Fred muttered to George as they walked through the living room. George shook his head, frowning.
"Nah, he's too sleazy. Only talk to him if we get desperate." Fred threw his hands in the air in exasperation.
"We're desperate now!" He cried. "George, we are about to be in debt!"
"In debt for what?" Mrs Weasley asked suspiciously, rounding the corner. Fred and George whirled around and grinned sheepishly.
"Nothing Mum," George said quickly, stepping forwards and looking at his mother. "What do you need?" Mrs Weasley frowned at the twins and beckoned them into the kitchen. The twins frowned at each other and Fred tugged nervously at the collar of his shirt.
"You two have been nothing but trouble all summer," Mrs Weasley began quietly. She sat down at the head of the kitchen table and beckoned the twins to sit down. They looked at each other before doing so, sensing that this discussion wasn't going to be a happy one. Mrs Weasley pursed her thin lips before glancing back at the twins.
"We've been real busy Mum," Fred said eagerly, trying to work his way out of whatever trouble they were in. "Honest." George nodded eagerly, tapping his toes against the leg of the table. Mrs Weasley rolled her warm brown eyes and sighed.
"Your father and I have decided that you two need a job." She said firmly. Fred and George sat in stunned silence as the news sunk in. How the hell were they supposed to get a job when they were busy trying to earn the money to start their own? All hell broke loose the moment the message sunk in.
"We can't get a job!" Fred shouted, jumping to his feet.
"Are you lot mad? We have big plans!" George shouted at his mother, tugging at his shoulder length ginger hair. Mrs Weasley shook her head and sighed, tapping her fingers on the table. Her instincts told her that this would happen eventually. She closed her eyes against her sons and bit her lip.
"I know you two do," she hissed, slamming her hands on the table and slowly standing up. The twins cowered- they only feared a few things in this life but their mother was one of them. Not to mention the fact that it was the middle of July and temperatures and tempers were sky high. "And that's why I'm making you do this!"
"Dad, tell her that this isn't fair," Fred pleaded when their father walked into the room. Mr Weasley lowered his eyes from his twin sons, who were looking at him in utter betrayal. Mr Weasley coughed into his hand and sat down beside his wife, running his finger along the seam of the tablecloth.
"Sons, you're mother and I agree that this is for the best, and we feel that you two need to get a sense of what you want to do in life." Fred's nostrils flared with anger slightly. He knew that George and he could make it far in life- they just had to get money.
"If that's what you feel, we'll go along with it," George suddenly said smoothly. Fred looked over at him sharply- what the bloody hell was he doing? George kicked his ankle under the table and smiled forcibly at their mother. "Who knows? Great opportunities can come out of this, right?" Fred bit the inside of his cheek and looked down at his lap, letting George take the lead in this.
"That's what we were hoping for!" Mrs Weasley cried, jumping up and rushing around the table. She flung her arms around the twins' necks and hugged them tightly.
"OUCH!"
"Mum, you're strangling us!" Mrs Weasley sniffled and pulled away, wiping at the tears in her eyes.
"I'm proud you boys and the decision you are making," she choked out. "It means the world to me that you are doing this! Just think of the opportunities!" Fred and George both forced a smile together.
"We'll be upstairs Mum," Fred said as they turned to leave.
"Call us if you have anything else to tell us," George added, shaking his shoulder length hair out of his eyes. Mrs Weasley nodded happily and went over to the stove to cook lunch for her sons.
"Hey, Mum," Fred called. Mrs Weasley turned around to face her son.
"Yes George?" She inquired absentmindedly as she placed bacon on the pan, making it sizzle. Fred rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Mum, I'm Fred," he corrected, "and I was wondering where the bloody hell George and I are working." Mrs Weasley glared at him for his language and smiled.
"Watch your tongue." She said sharply. "And you two are going to be working as yard workers for a Mr Alan Jay. He's looking for two workers for the entire summer. You'll be cleaning up the yard, taking care of the property, repairing parts of the house, and helping him whenever he needs you to. You start this morning. Mr Jay is going to meet you at the end of his lane, so get moving."
Seventeen year old Hannah Alice Jay woke up on the hottest summer day in July by rolling out of bed and onto her dark hard wood floor. She let out a cry of pain that woke up the sleeping person in the other bed.
"Good going loser," her best friend Kaylee mumbled. Hannah sat up and rubbed her sore nose, scowling at her own stupidity. She bleared around wearily and yawned.
"Says the one who fell down that hill the other day," she retorted, standing up and staggering over to her closet, yawning and scratching her scalp. Kaylee smirked and sat up, trying to tame her brown hair.
"Is Anthony going to be here?" She asked, also slipping out of her bed and tripping over her clothes to join Hannah. Hannah shook her head and lowered her eyes, fiddling with one of her curls. Their private tutor was their favourite person in the world.
"No," she sighed, "he's not. You know what that means." Kaylee made a face and lowered her brown eyes.
"Sebastian and Lucas will probably come over," she grimaced. Hannah nodded and her green eyes hardened at the thought of their boyfriends. The two brothers, Lucas and Sebastian Jacobs were the sons of Hannah's father's co-owner of their company. For several months, Hannah and Kaylee were their objects- forced to follow them wherever they went.
"If I have to sit at through one more date involving Lucas showing me all his football trophies I may just scream." Kaylee groaned. Hannah laughed as she pulled on a pair of khaki pants and a white polo. Her father believed that a first class young lady of society had to dress correctly.
"Better than Sebastian trying to actually have a stimulating conversation with me," she sighed. "It's getting pretty tiresome when all I can do is dumb down everything I say. I asked him the other day how he felt about the economy, and the blank look on his face reassured me that he is a true blonde." Kaylee laughed as they walked down the spiralling staircase together.
"Never mind the fact that they are both as humourless as your father," she said. Hannah grinned and peered over the bannister to see if they were home alone. Alan worked almost every day which was a blessing for the girls. Ever since Hannah's mum and Kaylee's parents died, Alan had drawn away from the girls by being more strict and fierce.
"We're alone," Hannah said with relief. "I see Dad at the end of the lane!" Kaylee grinned and let out a cheer, dashing back up the stairs. Hannah followed close behind, already unbuttoning her shirt- time for some fun- right after her morning jog, of course.
"Why is Mum making us do this?" Fred said angrily, kicking at a dirt clod as they walked down the road. George shrugged and peered up into the sun, squinting. Luckily Alan Jay's home was not too far from the Burrow- only half a mile away.
"Just think," George reminded him as they turned to walk along Cardinal Lane- the road that would lead to their new future, "more money to go towards the shop." Fred nodded, still not satisfied.
"It doesn't matter though!" He blurted out, shaking his fist. They put too much time into the shop to have it get thrown away for this stupid summer job.
"We are the best at cleaning the yard though," George said. He actually didn't mind the idea of getting a job. If it meant money they could use to get more supplies, the better it would be. Fred however, still wasn't satisfied. He turned to face his twin as they started around the corner.
"But still! OUCH!" He yelped. Out of nowhere, a girl came running around the corner at top speed and slammed into him, clearly not anticipating anyone on the lane. George jumped back and watched in shock as his twin and a mess of blonde hair fell together. Fred grabbed around her waist to pull her on top of him, preventing her from hitting her head. She yelped at the sudden movement and collided with his chest.
"OUCH!" She squeaked as they tumbled to the ground. Fred groaned as he lay on the dirt road, feeling a slight ache in his shoulder. On top of him, the new girl moaned as she blearily peered down at Fred. Fred opened his eyes and froze- her green eyes stared back into his in awe. Fred opened and closed his mouth several times before coming to his senses.
"I'm so sorry," he gasped. The girl blushed and smiled faintly. He was so cute, she thought. Fred thought the same thing about her.
"The fault is mine," she said quietly. "I didn't expect anyone to be on this road!" Fred chuckled and grinned up at her, in awe of the green in her eyes. They studied his blue ones carefully.
"Fred, we have to go," George chuckled, awkwardly shuffling his feet in the dirt. Fred blushed as did the girl lying on top of him and she jumped to her feet, flipping his long ponytail out of her face.
"Here," she said. "I ran into you. The last thing I can do is assist you." She extended her hand down to Fred, who took it willingly, but she wasn't strong enough to help him completely so she wound up getting pulled against his chest. Her first thought was of how good he smelled. Fred blushed and held her hand a moment longer than necessary. This girl was different than what he knew- he liked it.
"Just falling head over heels for you, aren't I?" he teased. She giggled and averted her green eyes from him, blushing slightly.
"Flattery gets you nowhere, Stranger," she said. "Not without a name to go with the compliment." Fred smirked and pulled her close, bending down to reach her ear. She caught her breath as the handsome stranger with flaming hair worked his magic.
"I'm Fred Weasley," he whispered in her ear, shaking the hand he was holding. The girl looked up at him and smirked, her slightly tan face lit up by the sun. Fred smirked back, letting go of her hand.
"Nice to meet you Fred Weasley," she said, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. She smiled at him warmly before turning on her heel to continue her run. Fred looked after her in confusion. Why was a stranger catching his attention?
"DON'T I GET TO KNOW YOUR NAME?" He shouted after her. She stopped and turned around, putting her hands on her waist.
"MAYBE SOMEDAY, FRED WEASLEY!" She shouted. She winked before turning around and disappearing amongst the shadows of the trees. Fred stared after her, grinning like an idiot while behind him George started to laugh.
"Let's go, Romeo," he teased. He grabbed Fred's arm and yanked him along. Fred continued to look over his shoulder for the mystery girl. George just sighed as he watched his brother. Fred always was the lady's man. Suddenly, he came to a halt- Fred slammed into his back and rubbed his nose, scowling.
"What the hell?" He said angrily. George could only open and shut his mouth like a fish. They had arrived at the only house on Cardinal Lane. Now he could see why they needed to work the whole summer.
"Oh bloody hell," George choked out. "What is Mum getting us into?" The yard had to be at least four times the size of the Burrow property. The house itself was a large white mansion with a large oak tree in the front property with branches that hung almost all the way down to the ground. Fred grabbed George's arm to keep from falling over in shock. How the hell would they manage this?
"He should pay well," he muttered. "Oh hell! We have to take care of all of this?" George nodded meekly and with shaky footsteps walked up the front lane, which was almost as long as the path they just took. Even by looking around they could see that this was going to be a long summer.
"Boys!" A voice called out from their left. Fred and George jumped, startled by the loud noise that came from the tranquil property. A tall and tanned man stepped out from behind the oak tree and smiled at the twins. But the smile didn't reach his green eyes. Alan Jay had appeared- his brown hair and square jaw were very intimidating. Already the twins got the air of a business man off of him. Alan walked over to them keeping his shoulders back and his head high.
"Sir," Fred greeted. He extended his right hand and Alan grasped it, shaking it firmly. Fred tried not to wince. George got the same treatment. Fred stared up at him curiously- he had seen those eyes before. But where?
"I understand that you two are brave enough to assist around the place," he mused. When the twins nodded Alan smiled again and motioned around. "There's not a lot I can say. The tools you will need are in the shed. There is also a list of things I would like for you to have done, if you don't mind. If you ever need a drink, walk right on into the house I have bottles of water for you. There is a key above the door if you need it."
"Any rules we need to know, Sir?" George asked, licking his thin lip nervously. Alan chuckled and pulled his car keys out from his pocket.
"Only one." He said firmly. "No dating my daughter or her friend. They should be in the house, but with them, who knows? They have a private tutor, Anthony, who should appear later this afternoon. I'll be back before sunset." Before Fred and George could say anything, Alan rushed towards his car and slid in, peeling out of the driveway. Fred and George looked at each other in shock.
"I wouldn't date any daughter of his," Fred muttered. "She's probably some stuck up rich snot who has no brains in her head." George laughed as they walked across the yard to the shed.
"Her friend is probably some loon who is more wrapped up in her appearance than anything else," he added. The twins snickered and opened up the shed which creaked loudly.
"No one has been in here for a while," Fred said, talking notice of the spider webs on the tools. George looked on the outside of the door and ripped off a piece of paper and started to examine it, flipping his shoulder length ginger hair out of his eyes. He skimmed the page before looking up at his twin.
"Let's get to work," he said, extending the list. "We have to start clearing away all the debris in the bushes." Fred looked around and groaned- the entire property was lined with bushes like a fence.
"Day one," Fred muttered. They set to work with open minds, but in the summer heat they quickly tired after an hour of lugging tree branches, old cans, and extra garbage from the bushes. They weren't even done a row yet. Fred dropped his tool and staggered backwards. George did the same and groaned as the ache in his muscles set in.
"I'm going to get us some water," Fred gasped, taking off his t shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. George nodded and collapsed under the oak tree.
"I'll be here waiting," he panted. Fred walked up the long property to the doorway, where he jumped up and snatched the key from the doorframe. Being 6'3, this was no trouble for him. He walked into the house and took a left, winding up straight in the kitchen. Fred sighed and opened the fridge, searching amongst the huge thing for the water. Muggles were strange, he thought to himself.
"Hannah, I think someone is downstairs," Kaylee said to her best friend, who had just returned from her jog. Hannah, sweaty and tired, was in no mood for a break in. Kaylee bit her lip and waved her hands frantically. For the past five minutes she had been waiting for Hannah to return to deal with the crisis.
"Oh really?" She asked, fanning herself off as she took off her running shoes. The only people she had seen on the road were the two gorgeous gingers, but that was all. "Not the first time it's happened while we are home alone." Kaylee let out a terrified squeak and hid under her covers.
"Go get him!" She squealed. Hannah rolled her eyes and dropped to her knees to reach under her bed. Leading the life they do, a cricket bat comes in handy most often. She had taken it from Sebastian after he tried to teach her his favourite game. He wasn't as sporty as Lucas, but nonetheless, he tried.
"I'll be back," she said wearily. She let out her long curls and tiptoed out of the room, clutching the bat tightly. She peered over the stair bannister and heard the rustles of someone in her kitchen. Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought of an intruder, but she shoved it aside and chose to face her fears. It wasn't the first time this has happened.
"Bloody hell," she groaned. She darted down the stairs silently, skipping over the third last step that squeaked every time it was used and held the bat over her shoulder, bracing herself for whatever was in her kitchen. Hannah wiped the sweat from her brow before tiptoeing over to the entrance of the kitchen, where she found a stranger kneeling into the fridge. She waited for him to turn around, and the moment he did she swung at him with the bat. It collided with his hip, much to his surprise.
"BLOODY HELL!" The stranger yelped, jumping away from the bat. He dropped the water bottle in his hand, which exploded and sent cold water all over the floor. He stumbled backwards, trying to escape the crazy girl with a cricket bat.
"AAH!" Hannah shouted, hitting him again and again with the bat. Slipping on the water he had spilt, the intruder fell to the ground hard on his ass, where Hannah proceeded to beat him with her bat. He rolled away from her, but she swatted him on the ass before trying to nail him between the legs. Luckily, he jumped backwards in time. He did want kids, after all.
"GET THE BLOODY HELL OFF!" He shouted, holding his arms over his head. Hannah was about to take another swing when she stopped, her eyes widening in shock. Slowly, her intruder recognized her too. They stared at each other, not knowing what to say.
"Well I'll be," she said breathlessly, putting a hand on her flushed cheek. "Fred Weasley!" Fred, now bruised and sore, grinned up at her and stood up slowly, wincing in pain. All over his body were red marks from her work.
"Hello Darling," he winced. "Was the bat really necessary?" Hannah blushed and hid the bat behind her back, glaring up at him.
"Why are you breaking into my home?" She asked, poking a bruise with her long finger. Fred winced and glared down at the little blonde. Her feisty spirit was most attractive to him. Now he remembered why Alan's eyes were so familiar- they were hers. He raised his eyebrows and gestured around the house.
"What are you talking about?" He cried, "I work here!" Hannah's eyes widened in horror. Curse her father for never telling her things.
"I didn't know we were hiring anyone!" She cried. She put her hand over her mouth and blushed. "I'm so sorry!" Fred chuckled and reached into the fridge again, pulling out a new water bottle to replace the one he had spilled.
"I'll accept the apology on one condition," he said as he turned around, wagging his finger and grinning slyly. Hannah stared up at him breathlessly. It didn't help the fact that he was so handsome with his muscular arms, chest, and abs- compared to Sebastian, Fred Weasley was ten times the man. Her eyes darted over his body before returning to meet his gorgeous blue eyes.
"What is it?" She asked curiously. Fred took one large step towards her so they were chest to chest and smiled. She caught her breath in her throat and swallowed the lump in her throat. Fred was daring. Sebastian never was.
"I get to know your name." He whispered seductively. "A pretty name to match your pretty face." Hannah blushed and smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"It's Hannah," she said. "Hannah Alice Jay." Fred extended his large hand and encased her tiny one in his, shaking it. He grinned lopsidedly at her, deciding that with Hannah Alice around, this summer wasn't going to be so bad.
"Nice to meet you, Hannah Alice Jay. I'm Fred Weasley."
AN- I promise, more to be explained in chapter 2. For now, please be patient. Dominic will be in it, Anthony will arrive, and so will Lucas and Sebastian. Review, please?
