Disclaimer: If you sue me, I'll plead insanity. And you know once they read this story they will agree with me.
AN: My friend and I can't agree whether this is a drabble or a one-shot. It's kind of border-line. Forgive me if I mislabeled it.
Warning: Randomness ahead.
Two Heads Are Better Than One
On a dark and stormy night in Diagon Alley…actually I lied. It was a bright and sunny day, but where's the drama in that? The Weasley Twins were in their laboratory combining illegal ingredients to form unholy concoctions as per usual.
"I wonder what our customers would say if they knew what went into our products, Twin O' Mine?" Fred commented as he pulled out a bottle of muggle Ex-Lax.
"That is why we will never tell them, brother dearest," George replied as he steadily stirred a neon orange potion. "I wonder what would happen if—"
"--we were to put a dash of powdered dragons' foot in this," Fred finished. "I'm not entirely sure. I vote we don't. I only just finished re-growing my eyebrows from last time."
"All the more reason to do it. Who really needs eyebrows anyway?"
"I dunno…"
"Oh Fred, stop being such a worrywart. This is how we invented most of our products after all."
"Alright, alright. So long as we don't get too messed up. I have a date with Angelina tonight.
George snatched up a small container before Fred could change his mind. Haphazardly, he poured a fair amount of powder into the maliciously simmering cauldron of foreshadowing.
…Nothing happened. After a few minutes of staring intently at their potion and transfiguring random objects nothing continued to happen.
Then, predictably, it exploded. What? You expected something else to happen?
The walls turned purple as the force of the blast broke numerous bottle and dangerous ingredients formed godforsaken mixtures (of EVIL…or not, you know).
After an indeterminate period of time George awoke to a strange sensation. Looking down at his body the redhead decided he wasn't injured, but something was different…he just couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was.
Beside him Fred opened one eye cautiously. Seeing his brother conscious and nothing on fire (Strange, there's usually at least one thing on fire) he sat up.
"All's well?"
"Looks that way, and yet.."
"Something's off," they declared in unison.
"The mole on my kneecap is gone," Fred mused at length as he examined himself.
"There's a mole on my leg that wasn't there before…" George replied slowly.
"You don't think—"
"It is possible, brother dearest—"
"—that we've switched bodies!" They both concluded.
The twins sat for awhile contemplating these new developments.
"You realize this changes nothing, right?" George asked.
"Of course," Fred scoffed. After a moment he added, "I wonder if Angelina will notice?"
AN: That was entirely pointless and it's all Frisky Muffin's fault. Go blame her. The title came from the fact that originally they became two heads on one body. Frisky Muffin insisted this was better. Since she is the queen of randomness I let her decide. FRISKY MUFFINS NOTE: The explosion tore off the twins' clothes!!!! XD