Okay, this is like, a oneshot that I extremly randomly came up with.

So, um, yeah! Enjoy!

Fred's point of view - italics are his thoughts - duh.

Disclaimer: I did not make, and did not write the harry Potter book series.

"George! stop it." Fred edged away from his twin. Geez, can't he keep his damn hands off of that thing for three minutes!

"Hands off George. You know the rules!"

"Fre-ed! Mom left for two hours! Can't we have at least a little fun while she's gone? Please?" George leaned towards his twin and smiled at him. "Please Fred, just a little bit? Five minutes?"

Fred turned his head away and crossed his arms. "We don't know when Dad will be home George. You know we can't risk it." We both know that to damn well.. In his mind, an image flashed of their father almost walking in on them yesterday when he got home from work.

Mentally, Fred shuddered. He couldn't belive that they were almost caught doing that... It was like walking into Professor Snape's potions class with no clothes on. AT ALL. As in NONE.

"Besides," He continued. "It's not like we know exactly when she'll be home either." Lately their mother had been maaking somewhat of an effort to catch them in their, what she considered, wrongdoing. Not that she actually knew exactly what they were doing, but she had a general idea. they wouldn't be able to blame the mess on the owls for much longer. She had been showing up early from shopping, for a while now. It was actually starting to get quite annoying.

Like last night. They had been on a roll and were stuffing their faces full of each other's creamy coating when they heard a pop in front of the gate. Their mother had apparated home again, bags in tow.

She had no idea what-so-ever how close she had come to catching them in the act of their 'wrongdoing' and both the twins very much intended to keep it that way.

"Weeeeeellll." Goerge drew out the word to fill up the silence contaminating the room. "What do you want to do then, besides that I mean."

Fred raised his eyebrow at George. "We're not going to do that either, man. They'll be home any second now..."

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5 minutes later

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"So maybe I was wrong. What does it matter anyway george? It's not like we were planning to do that today, right?" Fred shrugged at his twin. "We might as well make the most of the time we have left." George hinted.

Fred narrowed his eyes at his grinning twin. Suddenly he realized George's train of thought. "Oh, No" He backed away and bumped into a chair. "No no no no NO!" He was shouting at him now. "ARE YOU HALF-HEADED-BLOODY-FUCKING-CRAZY GEORGE?"

"No," George stood up. "I'm just delusional. but isn't that what got us into this mess in the first place?"

Okay, I know I said that this would only be a oneshot, but I ended up deciding to make it a short story. As in, only a few chapters, like, less than 15 ones short as this one. Capishe? Okay.