Hey, I had to many serious stories going so I thought I would show my humerous side. Of course, this was egged on by 42 oz of Mountain Dew... but it is al;l fun and games. Read and review... I hope you like!

Disclaimer: Don't own Hp, just the plot to this story D! So there, I do own something!

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Harry Potter walked into the Gryffindor common room slowly. All eyes turned to stair at him for a moment. Suddenly, the whole of the common room burst into fits of laughter and began to point at him. Harry blushed crimson and tried to hurry off to his dormitory.

"Ah ha!" A voice called from behind Harry. He turned and there stood Fred and George Weasley, broad smiles on there faces.

"You really didn't think we'd let you go to your room right after walking in did you?" George asked. He smiled at Fred, a glint in his eyes.

Fred smiled back. "We wouldn't let you off that quick Mr. Potter. That would be much to easy for you and far less enjoyable for us."

"Would you like to tell him Fred? Or should I?" George asked.

"Both." Fred said.

Together they looked at Harry, stepping slowly toward him causing Harry to step back quite a few steps. "You have to stay down here like that, until you finish all of your homework!" They cried together.

Harry gulped and fought to hide back the tears he so despretely wanted to cry. Fred and George had tortured Harry with embarrasing predicaments (though none as embarrasing as this one) all day since they had found out what he had done. Harry had done the worst thing imaginable to the twins. He ahd stolen their special, lucky, fuzzy dice.

Fred grabbed Harry by the shoulder and turned him around. George pushed the middle of his back until they had reached the armchairs by the fire. Fred pushed him into it across from Hermione and Ron, who were both blushing for Harry (though Ron might have just been red from trying to fight his laughter).

Ginny came crashing into the common room, tripping over the rug. She made her way over to the trio with minimum damage. She had only knocked over two people and tripped once, not counting the first time this time. She sat in the chair nezt to Harry, panting heavily. She looked at Harry and at the people still pointing and laughing at him. "What's up?"

Harry stood and showed her what was up. She choked trying not to laugh. Harry was wearing very bright neon orange boxers with pink fuxxy bunnies on them over his trousers. "What- who- what'd you do?"

"I- I don't really know." Harry sighed. Ginny looked at him, one eyebrow cocked. "Ok, ok, ok. I stole Fred and George's fuzzy pink dice." Ginny gasped. A hand flew to her mouth.

"You didn't! Did you?" Harry nodded. "Well," Ginny studied him for a minute. "I saposse this is better then what they did to Ron when he stole them." Harry sat down interested. Ron went pale and started shaking his head warningly at Ginny. Hermione know looked fully interested as well.

"What did they do to Ron?" Hary asked.

"Well," Ginny smiled at Ron. "They magiked a pair of bright blue boers with lip pirints all over them to stick on his head for a week. Mum was furious, especially when she couldn't get them off." Ron sighed.

Hermione slipped out of her seat laughing and began to cry. Harry laughed too. "No way!" Ron nodded as he staired down at his shoes.

"OY! You lot! It's time for dinner. Let's go." Fred called to them. He smiled at Harry. "And your homework isn't done."

Harry turned slightly green while Ron grinned up at him. "Sure I had to wear boxers around Diagon Alley but I didn't have to wear them in front of my class mates!"

Dinner was slightly uncomfortable for Harry. When he first walked in, the Great Hall immediatly became silent. Until of course Malfoy started to laugh. His laughter echoed off the walls. Soon the rest of the hall began to laugh also.

Dinner was made much more fun when Fred, annoyed with Malfoy's laughing, magiked his boxers over his head. It turns out Malfoy's boxers had flowers and ponies on them and they were soft, baby pastel colors. Soon, Harry and Malfoy became known as the Boxer Boys. Dean and Seamus joked that they should make there own band and soon, Dean too (after begging Fred and George) sported boxers pulled up to belly button over his robes. Seamus followed after him. Soon, a large group of boys were walking around the Great Hall in boxers visible over there clothes. Crabbe and Goyle began handing out flyers for the Boxer Boys band.

Fred and George, having to much fun with what they had cause, had completely forgotten about their large fuzzy pink dice. When they finally did remember and asked Harry where they were, they were in for a big shock.

"I don't know."

Both Fred and George began to stutter until George fianlly broke out into tears. Fred staired at the table, his eyes wide, muttering something that sounded like 'fuzzely, gobne, fuzzley mices.' Magonigall finally had to come and hurry the Twins to the Hospital Wing for anti-shock potions, leaving several 20 or 30 boys running around with boxers on their heads or over their trousers.

Well, lovley chapter I think. More coming soon depending on review amount. How do you like? Funny suggestions randomly welcome. I won't have Mountain Dew forever, sadly. I wish I could... cries R&R!

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