Lazy Days
A/N: First of all I hate song-fics.it almost seems as if I only write them when I'm sick.Well, I don't own Harry Potter or lazy Days by Enya.
Fred sat at his new office desk. 'Who would've thought that I would end up here?' He asked looking around the office. 'What happen to my dreams of having a joke shop with George?' He leaned back again shutting his eyes.
Lazy old day
Rolling away
Dreaming the day away
Don't want to go
Now that I'm in the flow
Crazy amazing day
"Mr. Weasley," his secretary called. "What do you want?" he asked in a not so friendly tone. "Your brother is here." "Which one?" he had let Percy in too much under the false hope that it would be George, Ron, or any of his other brothers. "It's Mr. George Weasley." Fred stopped in his tracks, 'Did she say George.but he hadn't seen him for years.' "Send him in."
One red balloon
Floats to the moon
Just let it fly away
I only know
That I'm longing to go
Back to my lazy day
George walked in. He no longer looked liked Fred with his spiked red hair, colored contacts. He was wearing a bright blue t-shirt and blue jeans. Fred on the other hand had a short military haircut and wore a black business suit with a tie. "Hey Fred," George stared at him. "Or should I say Percy the second." "I am not Percy and you know I love my job." He was lying of course the only reason why he had taken this job was to make money to support his wife and three kids. "And what do you want?" "Fred, I started up my.our joke shop," he smiled, "I was wondering if you would like to be my partner." Fred smiled; perhaps I can finally go back to those lazy days.
And how it sings and how it sighs
And how it never stays
And how it rings and how it cries
And how it sails away.away.away
~Fin~
A/N: First of all I hate song-fics.it almost seems as if I only write them when I'm sick.Well, I don't own Harry Potter or lazy Days by Enya.
Fred sat at his new office desk. 'Who would've thought that I would end up here?' He asked looking around the office. 'What happen to my dreams of having a joke shop with George?' He leaned back again shutting his eyes.
Lazy old day
Rolling away
Dreaming the day away
Don't want to go
Now that I'm in the flow
Crazy amazing day
"Mr. Weasley," his secretary called. "What do you want?" he asked in a not so friendly tone. "Your brother is here." "Which one?" he had let Percy in too much under the false hope that it would be George, Ron, or any of his other brothers. "It's Mr. George Weasley." Fred stopped in his tracks, 'Did she say George.but he hadn't seen him for years.' "Send him in."
One red balloon
Floats to the moon
Just let it fly away
I only know
That I'm longing to go
Back to my lazy day
George walked in. He no longer looked liked Fred with his spiked red hair, colored contacts. He was wearing a bright blue t-shirt and blue jeans. Fred on the other hand had a short military haircut and wore a black business suit with a tie. "Hey Fred," George stared at him. "Or should I say Percy the second." "I am not Percy and you know I love my job." He was lying of course the only reason why he had taken this job was to make money to support his wife and three kids. "And what do you want?" "Fred, I started up my.our joke shop," he smiled, "I was wondering if you would like to be my partner." Fred smiled; perhaps I can finally go back to those lazy days.
And how it sings and how it sighs
And how it never stays
And how it rings and how it cries
And how it sails away.away.away
~Fin~