A/N This is my fist fanfic. It's about Fred and George during the sixth and hopefully seventh book. What was going on with them during those years. I would really appreciate feedback from anyone that reads this since it is the first one I have written. I want to get better at writing and I know you guys can help me out!

Will be rated T for now, might change later...

Moving in

"That's the last one. Finally!"

George looks over his shoulder as Fred sets down the last box. He sighed a sigh of relief before running his hand through his hair."Never thought it would take that long!" Fred exclaimed, looking around the room at all the boxes they now had to unpack.

"I never knew we had the much stuff," George laughs. "It all seemed so little back at the Burrow.."

It had taken the two days to find all the items they had hidden all over the Burrow away from Molly's watchful eyes. It had also taken them twice as long than it should have because she didn't want to let them go. When they announced they were leaving to move into the flat above the store, she just kept crying.

"So what should we do first? Set up the store or the flat?" Fred asks, looking in some of the boxes.

"Well brother, while I can't wait to start selling things, I think I'm going to go get something to eat. Care to join me?" George asks casually while walking towards the door.

Fred starts to protest but his stomach rumbling stops him. "You know me to well."

They head off down the street, looking at all the shops as they pass. Some of the shops they used to love to go to, closed and boarded up, barren and dusty. They nod to Tom as they sit down in the Leaky Cauldron and order some food from a very spunky witch who was working there.

"You know, we should try to hire someone to help out around the shop." George stats. Fred waves him off, ogling the witch while she walks behind the bar.

"Yeah yeah, hire someone." he mumbles.

George slaps him on the head, laughing. "Maybe we should hire her." he says gesturing towards her.

"Yeah why not." George can tell that Fred isn't paying attention to a word he is saying anymore. So he decides to piss him off.

Walking over towards the witch, he thinks about if they should really hire her. She seems like she can hold her own.

"Well hello there." He lightly touches her should, turning her around. "I was wonder-"

"Gerroff me!" Slapping his hand away, she starts to pull out her wand.

"Woah, I don't want no trouble! I was just wanting to ask you something!" George says backing up, hands raised. "See my brother and I," gesturing towards Fred, "just moved in. Wanted some help."

Eyes narrowing, she glances over his shoulder to look at Fred, who is still seated and now staring, trying to see what's going on.

"What kind of shop." she asks.

"A joke shop of course." George smile mischievously. "Tell you what, you come swing by tomorrow and we'll have it set up where we can show you some of the products. You can decide then if you want to help us out or not."

Lowering her wand, the witch cocks her head to the side thinking. "Well, I guess I could swing by during my lunch tomorrow. Be nice to see a new shop, since most of them closed up. Alright, you got a deal."

"See you then," he says, walking away winking. "By the way the name's George."

"Victorie." she whispers, turning back to her work. "Oh, never grab me like that again. I will blast you. I tend to be really good at jinxing."

George laughs as he walks back over to his brother, remembering the days of the D.A. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out that coin, lost in memories.

"George! What was that about?" Fred asks when George sits down to eat the food that showed up while he was gone. "Talking to girls without me."

"Got a new girl to work in our shop. Would have had you ask but you were to busying staring at her arse." The look on Fred's face makes George roar with laughter. As they walk back to the shop, Fred keeps talking about it, still not able to believe George did this without him.

"So many boxes!" George exclaims when they walk back into the flat. Whipping out his wand, he flicks it and watches as they sort themselves out, depending on whether they stay in the flat or go down to the shop. Fred takes out his wand and flicks it, so the boxes that belong to the flat go to the rooms they belong to.

"Guess we can start with the kitchen and work our way to the rooms?" George suggests, gesturing that way.

"Sounds good to me, brother." Fred agrees as he walks to the kitchen and grabs a box.

~End Chapter~