Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the sequences of J.K.
Rowling.
Warning: I REALLY really sorry if you find misspelled words, it is that my computer's been really weird lately, so my word correcter is not working, so i'm fucked up. Oh yeah! And also, this fanfic was rated R because of "bad" words, and love scenes.
Inportant Message: Oh yeah, there are some words that will be written in cursive type (like this), most of those words are gonna be in spanish, and with them your spanish vocabulary will increase, the meaning of those words will be at the end of the fanfic.
TNX
[Chapter 1: Starting a Bussiness]
Fred and George were in Hogsmeade in a apparment were they live. Fred was reading the daily prophet, and George was testing a new type of fake wand which explodes in a determinate time.
George: Fred.
Fred:.....
George: Hey Fred!
Fred:....
George: Hey you! Stupid git! I'm talking to you!
Fred:....
George: Answer me! Bloody hell what are you doing!
Fred: I'm working! I'm looking for a local so we can rent or buy it for our joke shop.
George: Yeah, reading the comics in the dominical Prophet really gives you clues huh?
Fred: Yes, like this cartoon of Cornelius Fudge frying goblins in a pan is telling me that i'm forgetting about something.
George: Yes? Like, maybe, i don't know. Your date with Angelina?
Fred: What! It was tonight!?
George: Nah i'm just kidding.
Fred: Fuck, you scared me.
George: You'll be more scared to see Angelina's mad face.
Fred: You said you were kidding!
George: Yes, when i said i was kidding.
Fred got to his feet and rushed to the door.
George: I'm trying to imagine, Angelina's face and reaction. D'you think she'll break with you? Or just make you suffer the whole date?
Fred: Shut up, i'm leaving, i'll be late.
George: Yeah, babay. Take care! Oh yeah by the way, can i keep your broom? I don't think you'll be able to use having all your bones broken.
Fred: Kiss my ass!
George: Yeah i love you too, Fred!
There was a loud CRACK and Fred disappeared from the room. Here you will add to your mind the song "One Slow Dance" from Simple Plan(Just help me out ok? I think it gives more mood)
George was then left alone in his room, sitting on his bed, looking at the door with a grin. Then his grin disappeared and he turned to see the floor.
George:......I love you,.... Fred.....-George started walking all over the room looking at Fred's stuff. He left a long sigh as he approached to Fred's buro. There he saw a picture of Angelina and Fred at The Three Broomsticks, Fred was having one arm aroung Angelina and the other was in his pocket, Angelina was hugging him with both arms and kissing his cheek. They really made a good couple, and Mrs. Weasley had once invited Angelina to The Burrow to have dinner, everyone in the family was glad of having her in home. George then went to the desk, were Fred was sitting a moment ago, he saw the comics in the daily prophet and smiled. How could Fred like the stupid comic of the Underdog. How the bloody hell a damn cartoon of Cornelius Fudge frying a goblin in a pan could tell him he was forgetting something? George opened the Daily Prophet in the "rent and buy" section, and started looking for a local in Hogsmeade. He started reading while he walked aroung the room with the prophet in his hands and his nose buried in the many letters in the newspaper.
George went out of the room to the small kitchen to make himself a coffee and maybe cook something. He approached to the coffee making machine(ok, i don't how its called! I forgot almost all my english ToT) and poured some of the coffee powder in the container, then added water and placed the jog back into the machine, pressed the button "Start" and the sound of the coffee boiling filled the kitchen. Then George went to the stove and turned the fire on. The long sleeves of his robes bobbed every time he moved his arms. Here the song stops, and then the chorus with the music and all that of "Out Of Control" from Hoobastank
George's sleeves started to set in fire because of the longitud. George took 10 seconds to realize that it was him the thing that was burning. He was waving his both arms in the air still holding loosely the prophet and all the pages in it started flying in the kitchen covering the floor.
George: Argh! Arrrrgh!-He threw himself to the floor covered with newspaper loose sheets and started rolling madly in it trying to stop the fire to continue burning him. But it didn't stopped so he got up, now he was giving really little short steps front and backwards looking desperetaly for something to stop the fire while with his right hand he holded the left arm and sleeve[which was the one with more fire in it] in the air, he saw the sink and ran into it, opened the water and let his sleeves in it. But the fire didn't stopped, or it was way too slow.-Come on! Come on! Shit, this is not working!- Then he stood frozen looking at the roof, his eyes unfocused –Think George think! — Never NEVER try to cook like a muggle. —No, not that. Think! THINK! —Ojojo! I would like a chocolate pudding! —NO! Think! Think harder! —I wonder how does Snape keeps his hair so greasy? —NO! No!—i wonder which size is Fred's boxers—No no! —Stupi he is your twin! Both of you are the same size—well maybe he is bigger, he is the older one—No no! —Roll in the floor again, roll in the floor again—Yeah that's it!- George then again threw himself to the floor and again madly he started rolling, left to right, right to left, finally after minutes of rolling in the floor like an animal in agony the fire stopped.here the music stops
George stood up from the floor, his robes drenched with sweat were having newspaper pages sticked into it.
George: Everything under control. Wiiu, Mr. George has everything under control. Now i have to pick this—what? What is this?-one of the pages that were glued by sweat to George's robes had an announcement "Local For Rent, Cheap and in good location. 100 galleons the month, in the third street at the left side of The Three Broomsticks " George looked at the announcemet, his green eyes were shinnig, he couldn't believe that thanks to the fire and his sweat he had just found the perfect place for their joke shop!-Like i was saying, i'm the best.- George cleaned the kitchen in the wizard style and it looked like nothing had happened, the whole time he was in the kitchen he prefered to have some distance from the stove.
It was almost 2:00 a.m. and Fred wasn't home yet. George really wanted to tell him he'd just found the perfect place, but he got tired of waiting for him and went to sleep, or so he tried.
George: Fred? Fred where are you?
Fred: I'm here! George!
George: Oh! There you are! Look thi— who's there? Fred who's there at your side?
Fred: Oh it's Angelina, you know, my fiancee.
George:What!? Your, your fiancee?
Fred: Yes we are gonna get married tomorrow! And we'll go to live with Angelina's sister in Germany!
George: But what about the joke shop? What will happen with The Weasley's Wizarding Wheezbes?
Fred: Well there are more important things than the joke shop.
George: Noooooo!
George felt someone slap him in the face.
Fred: George! George! What happened? Why are you screaming "no"?, it was just a nightmare.
George: Oh, what? Fred! Oh hi. How was your, er...date?
Fred: It was fine-Fred had a sad smile decorating his face, he tried to turn into a grin but he couldn't.
George: Angelina broke with you? Didn't she?
Fred let out a faint smile.-No actually i was the one who broke with her. When i arrived she was a little angry, but she forgived me, and then after the date we went to a hotel[George frowned slightly, Fred didn't noticed] and, well i realized Angelina was not what i was expecting. I don't know how i didn't realized since the first time we slept together.- George giggled while he saw Fred's face full of discust.
Fred: What are you laughing at?
George: Nothing, nothing.
Fred: Look i'm really tired it's already 4:36 a.m., i need to sleep.
George: What? Humping Angelina made you get tired even though you say she is not what you expected?-he had a big malicious grin in his face- she was too much for you?
Fred: yeah right! For your information she lives in the other side of the town! And the stupid girl does not has a fire in her house!
George: And why didn't you apparate?
Fred: Humm, yeah that's true.
George: Well, let me tell you, i already found the perfect place for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezbes!-he pulled out from the bottom of his pillow the cutting of the announcement and handed it to Fred. Fred grinned widely.
Fred: Well i see you finally started thinking all by yourself!
George: Yeah it was pretty hard you know, the comics really gave me a hint about where to find them.-Fred smiled and George too.
Fred: Well go to the place to rent it, until later. Good night-he walked to his bed and inmediately he fall asleep. George was still awake and a big grin was acomodated in his face, he was glad he broke with Angelina. And then he fall asleep too.
Finish!!!Muahaha! Muahaha—muahahahahahhaha!
What are you looking at? Eh! Eh! Oh yeah, the dictionary.
Buro: the furniture beside you rbed where you put your stuff like a phone or a portrait.
Warning: I REALLY really sorry if you find misspelled words, it is that my computer's been really weird lately, so my word correcter is not working, so i'm fucked up. Oh yeah! And also, this fanfic was rated R because of "bad" words, and love scenes.
Inportant Message: Oh yeah, there are some words that will be written in cursive type (like this), most of those words are gonna be in spanish, and with them your spanish vocabulary will increase, the meaning of those words will be at the end of the fanfic.
TNX
[Chapter 1: Starting a Bussiness]
Fred and George were in Hogsmeade in a apparment were they live. Fred was reading the daily prophet, and George was testing a new type of fake wand which explodes in a determinate time.
George: Fred.
Fred:.....
George: Hey Fred!
Fred:....
George: Hey you! Stupid git! I'm talking to you!
Fred:....
George: Answer me! Bloody hell what are you doing!
Fred: I'm working! I'm looking for a local so we can rent or buy it for our joke shop.
George: Yeah, reading the comics in the dominical Prophet really gives you clues huh?
Fred: Yes, like this cartoon of Cornelius Fudge frying goblins in a pan is telling me that i'm forgetting about something.
George: Yes? Like, maybe, i don't know. Your date with Angelina?
Fred: What! It was tonight!?
George: Nah i'm just kidding.
Fred: Fuck, you scared me.
George: You'll be more scared to see Angelina's mad face.
Fred: You said you were kidding!
George: Yes, when i said i was kidding.
Fred got to his feet and rushed to the door.
George: I'm trying to imagine, Angelina's face and reaction. D'you think she'll break with you? Or just make you suffer the whole date?
Fred: Shut up, i'm leaving, i'll be late.
George: Yeah, babay. Take care! Oh yeah by the way, can i keep your broom? I don't think you'll be able to use having all your bones broken.
Fred: Kiss my ass!
George: Yeah i love you too, Fred!
There was a loud CRACK and Fred disappeared from the room. Here you will add to your mind the song "One Slow Dance" from Simple Plan(Just help me out ok? I think it gives more mood)
George was then left alone in his room, sitting on his bed, looking at the door with a grin. Then his grin disappeared and he turned to see the floor.
George:......I love you,.... Fred.....-George started walking all over the room looking at Fred's stuff. He left a long sigh as he approached to Fred's buro. There he saw a picture of Angelina and Fred at The Three Broomsticks, Fred was having one arm aroung Angelina and the other was in his pocket, Angelina was hugging him with both arms and kissing his cheek. They really made a good couple, and Mrs. Weasley had once invited Angelina to The Burrow to have dinner, everyone in the family was glad of having her in home. George then went to the desk, were Fred was sitting a moment ago, he saw the comics in the daily prophet and smiled. How could Fred like the stupid comic of the Underdog. How the bloody hell a damn cartoon of Cornelius Fudge frying a goblin in a pan could tell him he was forgetting something? George opened the Daily Prophet in the "rent and buy" section, and started looking for a local in Hogsmeade. He started reading while he walked aroung the room with the prophet in his hands and his nose buried in the many letters in the newspaper.
George went out of the room to the small kitchen to make himself a coffee and maybe cook something. He approached to the coffee making machine(ok, i don't how its called! I forgot almost all my english ToT) and poured some of the coffee powder in the container, then added water and placed the jog back into the machine, pressed the button "Start" and the sound of the coffee boiling filled the kitchen. Then George went to the stove and turned the fire on. The long sleeves of his robes bobbed every time he moved his arms. Here the song stops, and then the chorus with the music and all that of "Out Of Control" from Hoobastank
George's sleeves started to set in fire because of the longitud. George took 10 seconds to realize that it was him the thing that was burning. He was waving his both arms in the air still holding loosely the prophet and all the pages in it started flying in the kitchen covering the floor.
George: Argh! Arrrrgh!-He threw himself to the floor covered with newspaper loose sheets and started rolling madly in it trying to stop the fire to continue burning him. But it didn't stopped so he got up, now he was giving really little short steps front and backwards looking desperetaly for something to stop the fire while with his right hand he holded the left arm and sleeve[which was the one with more fire in it] in the air, he saw the sink and ran into it, opened the water and let his sleeves in it. But the fire didn't stopped, or it was way too slow.-Come on! Come on! Shit, this is not working!- Then he stood frozen looking at the roof, his eyes unfocused –Think George think! — Never NEVER try to cook like a muggle. —No, not that. Think! THINK! —Ojojo! I would like a chocolate pudding! —NO! Think! Think harder! —I wonder how does Snape keeps his hair so greasy? —NO! No!—i wonder which size is Fred's boxers—No no! —Stupi he is your twin! Both of you are the same size—well maybe he is bigger, he is the older one—No no! —Roll in the floor again, roll in the floor again—Yeah that's it!- George then again threw himself to the floor and again madly he started rolling, left to right, right to left, finally after minutes of rolling in the floor like an animal in agony the fire stopped.here the music stops
George stood up from the floor, his robes drenched with sweat were having newspaper pages sticked into it.
George: Everything under control. Wiiu, Mr. George has everything under control. Now i have to pick this—what? What is this?-one of the pages that were glued by sweat to George's robes had an announcement "Local For Rent, Cheap and in good location. 100 galleons the month, in the third street at the left side of The Three Broomsticks " George looked at the announcemet, his green eyes were shinnig, he couldn't believe that thanks to the fire and his sweat he had just found the perfect place for their joke shop!-Like i was saying, i'm the best.- George cleaned the kitchen in the wizard style and it looked like nothing had happened, the whole time he was in the kitchen he prefered to have some distance from the stove.
It was almost 2:00 a.m. and Fred wasn't home yet. George really wanted to tell him he'd just found the perfect place, but he got tired of waiting for him and went to sleep, or so he tried.
George: Fred? Fred where are you?
Fred: I'm here! George!
George: Oh! There you are! Look thi— who's there? Fred who's there at your side?
Fred: Oh it's Angelina, you know, my fiancee.
George:What!? Your, your fiancee?
Fred: Yes we are gonna get married tomorrow! And we'll go to live with Angelina's sister in Germany!
George: But what about the joke shop? What will happen with The Weasley's Wizarding Wheezbes?
Fred: Well there are more important things than the joke shop.
George: Noooooo!
George felt someone slap him in the face.
Fred: George! George! What happened? Why are you screaming "no"?, it was just a nightmare.
George: Oh, what? Fred! Oh hi. How was your, er...date?
Fred: It was fine-Fred had a sad smile decorating his face, he tried to turn into a grin but he couldn't.
George: Angelina broke with you? Didn't she?
Fred let out a faint smile.-No actually i was the one who broke with her. When i arrived she was a little angry, but she forgived me, and then after the date we went to a hotel[George frowned slightly, Fred didn't noticed] and, well i realized Angelina was not what i was expecting. I don't know how i didn't realized since the first time we slept together.- George giggled while he saw Fred's face full of discust.
Fred: What are you laughing at?
George: Nothing, nothing.
Fred: Look i'm really tired it's already 4:36 a.m., i need to sleep.
George: What? Humping Angelina made you get tired even though you say she is not what you expected?-he had a big malicious grin in his face- she was too much for you?
Fred: yeah right! For your information she lives in the other side of the town! And the stupid girl does not has a fire in her house!
George: And why didn't you apparate?
Fred: Humm, yeah that's true.
George: Well, let me tell you, i already found the perfect place for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezbes!-he pulled out from the bottom of his pillow the cutting of the announcement and handed it to Fred. Fred grinned widely.
Fred: Well i see you finally started thinking all by yourself!
George: Yeah it was pretty hard you know, the comics really gave me a hint about where to find them.-Fred smiled and George too.
Fred: Well go to the place to rent it, until later. Good night-he walked to his bed and inmediately he fall asleep. George was still awake and a big grin was acomodated in his face, he was glad he broke with Angelina. And then he fall asleep too.
Finish!!!Muahaha! Muahaha—muahahahahahhaha!
What are you looking at? Eh! Eh! Oh yeah, the dictionary.
Buro: the furniture beside you rbed where you put your stuff like a phone or a portrait.