Hello! I took a bath yesterday to think of some new ideas for a story, and this one popped into my head. Fred and George fighting over a girl. Simple, probably been done before, but I want to see where I can take this. Review, please! Thanks in advance.

And I will still be continuing my other story (Trust Me, I Won't Hurt You), for those of you who are interested.

Disclaimer: I do not own these marvelous characters, unfortunately. J.K. Rowling has that pleasure.
Except for Georgia. She's mine.

A rubber chicken flew around the room, beating its wings and squawking loudly, its beady eyes practically popping out of its head. It bounced off of counters and chairs, walls and cabinets, until finally landing on the edge of a pot. Taking a dramatic bow, it let out one last squawk before immobilizing and plunging head-first into the pot with a splash. Everyone sitting in the bright, colorful room laughed joyously, and a mutual feeling of pure happiness shimmered in the air.

Fred and George Weasley were sitting alongside each other at the crooked kitchen table, wands pointed at the chicken, which was currently dancing the cha-cha along the stovetop.

"You boys really need to grow up, did you know?" Ginny said, a reluctant smile spreading across her face. Hermione, seated next to the red-headed girl at the table across from the twins, clutched Ginny's shoulder for support as she erupted in laughter. Her wild curls bounced with every giggle, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks. Harry and Ron chuckled from their perch on the counter, their legs swinging and their crumb-covered hands ducking in and out of the forever-full cookie jar.

"Oh, please, like that will ever happen," Ron cracked a grin, his numerous freckles bouncing around on his nose as Harry nudged him, not managing to suppress a laugh.

"You don't have to tell us, Wonny," George smirked, moving his wand so the chicken was bouncing on top of Ron's head, who grimaced and wildly tried to brush it off. Peals of laughter escaped from the girls' mouths, and Ron sent them a look that could kill.

"We already know we're childish. 'Tis what makes us loveable." Fred finished for George, lifting the chicken high enough that Ron couldn't reach, and bringing it back down to bounce on his head when he gave up trying.

"Right. Like anyone other than mum loves you. Then again, I bet even mum has her doubts," Ron smiled smugly and held a hand up to Harry for a high-five. Harry just shook his head and looked away, biting his lip to try and hold back a laugh.

"Oh, coming from you, Cupid," Fred looked at Harry and winked, "You've just had a load of girlfriends, haven't you?" Ron's face reddened, and he shook his fist at Fred angrily, who acted like he was afraid.

It was the week before school started up again, for Ron, Harry and Hermione's fourth year, Ginny's third, and Fred and George's sixth. The group of friends were spending a normal day in the kitchen of the Burrow. Arthur was at work at the Ministry, tending to a bout of cursed toilets, and Molly had gone shopping for groceries with one of her friends, leaving the kids alone at home. It was only ten in the morning, but they had been awake and making chaos for the past couple hours, and now they were resting and making general conversation. Or, they were trying to until Fred and George acted like themselves and brought the rubber chicken to life.

"Do you think our letters from school will be arriving soon," Hermione asked after everyone had calmed down, resting her hands on the table in front of her and leaning forward excitedly, "I really want to get to Diagon Alley soon before all the good Potions ingredients are gone."

"Oh, who cares?" Ginny asked, exasperated, "I just want to enjoy the rest of the summer while it lasts. Who wants to go out to the patch and play a friendly game of Quidditch?" the rest of the friends groaned in response.

"Friendly?" Harry scoffed, rubbing his shoulder, "My shoulder still hurts from the last game. There really was no need to crash into me that hard. I mean, seriously, you could've just-" he was cut off when Hermione gasped, jumping out of her chair and leaning past him to open the window. A large, tawny owl flew through, landing on the kitchen table and holding out its foot, followed by another gray barn owl who did the same. Hermione, in a frenzy, untied the six pieces of parchment attached to the owls, murmured a thank you, and the owls turned and flew back through the window. Harry closed it after them, then turned to Hermione, who was flipping through the letters.

"Letters from Hogwarts?" he asked, jumping off the counter and stood next to Hermione, peering over her shoulder, followed closely behind by Ron.

"Yes!" she replied, hurriedly distributing the letters to their owners, then ripped through the seal of hers. Cheeks flushed, she scanned the list of supplies then read the attached letter, "Hmph. Interesting."

"What is it?" Ginny asked, stuffing her barely-read letter back into the envelope.

"According to this letter from Dumbledore, the Triwizard Tournament is going to be held at Hogwarts this year. Students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be staying at Hogwarts until the tournament is over." Hermione read, then carefully folded up her letter and slid it back into her envelope, making a mental note to go over the school supply list more thoroughly when she had a chance.

"Beauxbatons? Isn't that where all the French girls go?" Ron asked, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. Harry winked at him in agreement. Ginny kicked them both, and Hermione raised an eyebrow in their direction.

"Boys." she said, shaking her head, and Ginny nodded in agreement, looking annoyed. Ron and Harry shrugged, then turned to Fred and George, who were still reading their letters, eyebrows knotted in concentration.

"Hey, George, Fred," Harry said, waving a hand between their gaze and the pieces of parchment, "You haven't said much. What's in your letters?" They turned their papers over simultaneously, and all bodies hunched over the table to read the paragraph that was the same on both letters.

To Fred Weasley(Gryffindor), George Weasley(Gryffindor), & Georgia Pennington(Ravenclaw)-

On the first day of term, when The Great Feast is finished, do NOT go back to your dormitories with all the other students. Please make your way to Professor Dumbledore's office immediately, for he has some important words to speak with you. That is all. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

"Who's Georgia Pennington from Ravenclaw? She sounds like some old cat lady," Ron laughed, hunching his shoulders over and pantomiming holding a cane, "I'm Georgia Pennington! Fluffington? Where are you, Fluffington?" Harry laughed, imitating him, until Hermione elbowed him and told him to cut it out.

"What do you think Dumbledore wants with you?" Ginny asked, confused, "Did you do anything wrong?"

"Well, of course we did something wrong. We always do something wrong. But I don't know what it was this time." George shrugged.

"Its never been so bad that Dumbledore had to get involved, though," Hermione pointed out, and leaned over the letter one more time to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

"Dunno." Fred puffed out his cheeks and blew out a puff of air, "I just wish I knew who this Georgia character was. Maybe that would clear something out."

"I just know one thing," Ron said, placing a hand on George's shoulder, "Better not let Mum see that letter. She'll go berserk." The rest nodded their heads in agreement, then whipped their heads around as the door crashed in the next room. Molly Weasley walked into the kitchen, levitating her bags full of groceries and setting them onto the counter. Wiping off her hands, she turned to the kids, who were still seated around the table.

"Who'll go berserk?"

Ooh, cliffhanger. I've got a general idea for the next couple chapters so those should be up pretty soon. I have a sleepover tomorrow night and will be gone most of Wednesday, but I will try to update both my stories as often as I can.

Thanks again if you review. (: