AN- I started out writing something totally different, but this story insisted on coming off the keyboard. I finally gave up and finished it. Hope you enjoy it!

WWW Christmas

"Where's Mum?"

"Ginny's distracted her…."

"Alright…put the potion in his juice, and I'll sprinkle the powder on his crisps…."

"Are you done? Good, lets go!"

Several minutes later Ron suddenly turned an attractive shade of royal purple and started to itch all over.

"FRED!! GEORGE!! I'm going to kill you!" Ron screamed as he jumped up from the table and chased after his cackling brothers, one hand grabbing for the trailing twin, the other frantically scratching under his sweater.

"FRED AND GEORGE! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" Molly screamed, attempting to head the boys off as they raced past her around the table. "RON, GET OFF THE TABLE…WATCH OUT FOR THE ROAST! GEORGE!!!"

The two eldest Weasley boys stepped into the kitchen from outside and stood watching the mayhem with wide grins on their faces. Finally they took action, prompted by the furious glare directed their way by their mother. Charlie grabbed Fred, or maybe George, on the twin's third lap around the kitchen table, and Bill caught the other one, holding him under his arm like an oversized quaffle. Percy stepped into the kitchen from the parlor and looked up from his book just in time to stick a foot out and trip Ron, sending him sliding face first under the table, taking half the food with him when he grabbed the corner of the tablecloth on the way past.

"RON!" Molly shrieked as she saw plates of fried chicken and bubble and squeek cascading onto the floor, followed by several other plates and a treacle tart. "Not the pie! Catch it Arthur!" Arthur, surprised by his wife's command since he'd just stepped in from the parlor to see what the commotion was about, missed. A sudden silence descended upon the house, broken only by the belated 'claaangg' as a pot lid rolled to a stop against Molly's foot.

"Outside!…All… of… you," Molly ordered in a tense tone of voice. "Don't come back in until I call you. NOW!" She shrieked finally, when nobody had moved. She was nearly trampled in the frantic scramble for the back door.

"Why did you have to do that!" Ron whined, lifting his sweater to examine the welts his scratching had left on his stomach. He was glad to see the purple was rapidly fading at least. "It's Christmas…and you had to ruin it!"

Fred stepped closer and slung one arm around his younger brother, slapping a hand lettered sign that read 'I LoVE Fred & George' onto his back as he did so. "Sorry Ronnikins. We just wanted to liven things up a little bit."

"That's right little brother! We didn't…," George said brightly, stepping to his other side and patting the sign to fasten it tighter to Ron's back.

"…want you to miss us…," Fred continued, giving Ron a one armed hug to distract him as he tried to figure out what they'd done.

"…while you were at school, so we…," George said, holding up a box wrapped in Chudley Cannon orange paper. Miniature Quidditch players zoomed around the package on tiny broom sticks.

"…brought you a little gift!" Fred stepped back and made an extravagant gesture towards his grinning twin. Ron gave George a suspicious look, but took the package, holding it gingerly as he examined it for whatever they might have done to it.

"Happy Christmas, Ronnikins!" The twins finished in unison, taking several casual steps away from their brother as he pulled the ribbon loose and started to unwrap it.

"FRED!!! GEORGE!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!