One shot

George and Fred walked into the room like they owned it. Everyone stopped dancing to look at them in their snazzy crocodile suits. The room was full of plenty of young, hot girls. They split up and promised to meet up in thirty minutes at the snack table. George headed towards a red-headed girl dancing at the edge of the crowd. Hey he thought to himself might as well continue the family hair gene. They began to dance and the girl smiled.

They danced in silence for a few minutes before George asked, "What's your name?" The girl smiled.

"My name's Isabel. What's yours?" she asked as she swayed to the music.

"George. " The beat was slowing down and soon the song changed. George offered his hand in an elaborate bow. "My lady. Would you care to dance?"

Isabel giggled softly before accepting his hand. They danced slowly, and she laid her head on his shoulder. A few more songs passed and they danced and talked. George looked at his watch and realized he needed to meet Fred at the snack table. George quickly offered to get Isabel some juice and hurried towards the waiting Fred. He was casually sipping some punch as he watched George head towards him.

"Took your time, I see," Fred said lazily. "I'm assuming you met a nice, young lady. Otherwise, you have absolutely no reason to keep me waiting." The ghost of a grin was on his face.

"Yeah she is really nice. How about you? Meet anyone you fancy?"

"Nah. The girl I've been dancing with is a total ditz. She just wanted to snog. Not that I blamed her, I am, after all, a complete and utter stud," Fred's face broke into a mile-wide grin. "Let's liven this party up a little."

"What do you have in mind?" George asked.

"Nifflers!"

At the thought of all the girls in the place running around as a niffler hunted for shiny objects George grinned. "Genius."

With a POP! Fred apparated out of the room. George waited at the snack table for Fred's return. Within a minute Fred was back with another loud POP! A squealing niffler was in his hands. He grinned before setting it loose on the dance floor. They waited a few seconds before screams erupted. Two identical grins spread across both their faces. They were both laughing hysterically as a particularly large woman fainted as the niffler bit at her ankles.

"It's time for me to go," said Fred in a now serious tone.

"Why, we just got here the party's just begun?" George said surprised by Fred's sudden seriousness.

"You know why. I can't stay here and neither can you."

"Don't do this to me. I can't stand it." George said, suddenly pleading. Fred gave him a sad glance before maniacally laughing again. There was a flash of green light and Fred fell over, a laugh still plastered to his face. George cried out and looked for the curser. No one had noticed Fred's death except George. Tears were streaming down his face as he searched the crowd for the person who had killed Fred.

With a jolt George was in his own bed. Tears had made his pillow damp. He couldn't understand why Fred kept on visiting him in his dreams. George pondered this as he felt the dull ache in his chest that had been there ever since he had discovered Fred's dead body. Curling into the fetal position George sobbed himself to sleep. Once again he fell back into the deep realm of pranks, snogging, and George without the other half of him missing. Only in his dreams did the dull ache leave. Only in his dreams was George happy.