A/N: A short little one-shot I wrote to get creative juices flowing for my other Fred story. Read that one too, "Playing With Fire."
Title: Rather Dashing.
Summary: A conversation Harry, Fred and George have at Bill and Fleur's wedding about Auntie Muriel.
"She called me gormless," Harry said, almost speechless.
"Did she call Barny gormless? Or did she call Harry gormless?" Fred asked as they lounged under the marquee at Bill and Fleur's wedding.
"She said, and I quote, 'Harry Potter isn't as gormless as he looks in those press photographs then, eh?'" Harry said, standing next to Fred and George.
"Cheer up, Barny," George joked. "She didn't say you were gormless. She just said you looked gormless."
"She calls us mischievous and conniving," Fred shrugged, as if you shouldn't set store in Auntie Muriel's accusations.
"Wait a second," Harry started.
"We are mischievous and conniving," Georgelaughed.
"Oh, yeah." Comprehension dawned on Fred's face. "She wouldn't say it to your face." Fred reasoned. "You're Harry Potter. I'm sure she'd offer to shine you shoes with her slag or something."
George put on a posh voice. "Oh please, Frederick! I'm a hundred and seven! I won't get down on my hands and knees to shine someone's shoes, not even for Harry Potter."
They laughed quite cheerfully.
"Anyway," Fred said conversationally. "I always though you looked rather dashing in those photos, Harry."
George sniggered and they lapsed into an awkward silence, as Harry fidgeted with his tie.
Really short, I thought it was cool. Harry/Fred. LOL! No just kidding. I don't ship Harry/Fred. Anyway, darlings, REVIEW!!