Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or locations.They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Set during Harry's 6th year. Fred and George have a successful joke shop in Diagon Alley and things are going great until... Fic showing the downside of the twins testing every product on themselves. The moral of the story is: Eating too much candy will get you pregnant. Or something like that. XD Enjoy.
Warnings: MPREG, possible slash later on. AU, cuz I don't plan on really explaining HOW it is boys are ending up pregnant in all of my stories. NO TWINCEST!
This is supposed to be funny, people, so don't take it too seriously, mmkay? If you likey, I'll add more to this, and in longer chapters.
Chapter 1
It was summertime at the Burrow, and dinnertime as well, on this particular evening. Every member of the Weasley family was present, minus Percy, who was still being an ignorant ass-kisser at the Ministry of Magic, where both he and his father worked. Despite their mutual employer, the two weren't currently on speaking terms, and rarely saw each other.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat at the table, next to Bill, Charlie, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George. Harry was there as well. He had been sprung from the Dursleys especially early this year, and was thrilled with the prospect of spending the majority of the summer holidays with his friends.
"So..." Fred began, knowing George would pick up right where he left off.
The transition from one twin to the other was flawless, as always, and never ceased to amaze Harry. It was strange how in sync Fred and George were. "You know how you keep bugging Bill and Charlie about grandkids?"
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at Bill and Charlie, who shook their heads. Neither one of them had a bun in the oven, thank you very much.
"Well, brothers, it looks as though you're off the hook," Fred said.
"What?" Bill and Charlie both asked simultaneously, clearly confused.
"And Mum and Dad will still get their grandkids," continued George.
"So, everybody wins," Fred said.
George nodded. "No need to thank us."
Faces paled, jaws dropped, and Ginny choked on whatever she had spooned into her mouth a moment before.
"Oh dear Merlin," Mr. Weasley muttered, rubbing his temples.
Mrs. Weasley's hand flew up to her mouth and she gasped.
"Pass the potatoes, Ron," Fred said, completely oblivious to the shock on his parents' faces.
Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, Ron obliged.
"Don't tell us one of you got...got..." Mrs. Weasley couldn't even finish her sentence. "well, you know."
"We know," Fred said.
"And we weren't going to tell you one of us got-" George paused and looked to his twin so they could complete the statement together.
"You know." Both twins flashed their horror-stricken parents a mischievous smile.
A/N: Any good? Should I post more? Please review. And don't bother flaming me, I don't really care that much.