YAYAY! I GET TO WRITE THE FIRST CHAPTER !

My friend MaddieInWonderland and I decided to co-write this story together. I get the odd chapters, and she gets the even.

I'm praying this works…NO OFFENSE.

NOTE: "Italics" is Fred and George speaking together.

DISCLAIMER: I'm in LOVE with Fred. If I owned Harry Potter, I would make him real. So, since he's not sitting next to me right now…I'm guessing he's not here…so I don't own it….

I COULD Shut Up….But I Really Don't Feel Like It

Harry's 3rd Year: So, our fifth, at Hogwarts.

George and I really didn't care all that much about the kids younger than us. I mean, yeah, we did care about Harry, and Ron (obviously) and Hermione, and their friends…but not enough to actually pay attention to everything they did.

I mean, we aren't bloody stalkers or anything.

But when Hermione came running into the Gryffindor common room yelling about how her best friends had vanished off the face of the Earth, we took that as a hint to listen.

"Who are they again?" George asked her.

"Yeah, and why do you want us to help you?" I said, staring at her.

"Because." She said, glaring at us and crossing her arms. "I'll tell Ron that it was you who took his favorite Quidditch robes and threw them to Fluffy."

We looked at each other. "Where do you want us to start?"

Which is how George and I got stuck looking for whoever-they-were on a beautiful day to play a prank on Snape. Or Percy. Or Ron. Or anyone else for that matter.

We were wandering around in the far end of the castle, back where all the abandoned classrooms were, when George stopped suddenly.

"Fred," He whispered, moving towards a door open halfway. "Come 'ere."

I reluctantly obeyed. It astounds me how much control he has over me when I'm the older twin.

We peered into the room to see a girl with extremely dark brown, wavy hair that was up in a high ponytail, lying on the ground, wearing an open-backed, dark blue leotard with no tights. Music began to play in the background. (AN: Go to YouTube and type in 'Up with End Credits' and click the first one. PLAY IT NOW.) It started out with just a drum, or trumpet or something, and then a flute started to play. As soon as it did, the girl began to rise, and started to dance.

She began with her arms raised, and started to turn. She pirouetted again, and again. George was entranced. I sighed, annoyed.

"George, can we leav-" I was cut off by a different wind instrument beginning to play, and another girl, with long, platinum blonde, wavy hair leaped out. She wore a white, long-sleeved leotard with no tights, which did nothing for her pale skin, but she wore a dark blue t-shirt with a wide collar that fell off her shoulders over it. She had tied it in the back with a hairband so that it fitted her waist. She danced, and although her moves weren't as ballet-like as the other girl's, she still moved gracefully. When her solo ended, both girls started to twirl and dance together.

I know knew how George felt. It really was addicting, watching them dance. The girl with the platinum hair moved her arms effortlessly and gracefully, and I didn't really care what the other girl was doing. She was the only one I watched. She leapt perfectly in time to the music. Every time the music got louder, she would jump, doing a perfect split in the air.

(Stop Reading for a second, and imagine the dance.)

The music grew soft, and the girl with the platinum hair started to dance solo. She danced around the girl with the dark ebony hair, slowly, as if in a dream-like state, raising her arms high above her head and standing on her tip-toes the whole time, and then yet another wind instrument came in, and they both left our vision. George sighed, and, surprisingly, I found I did too. Then, the music grew louder than it ever had, and both girls leaped in. They started doing things where they stood on their toes and leaned forward with one leg raised behind them. They twirled and turned in double pirouettes. They pointed their toes at the exact same time, and raised their legs high in the air, touching their faces. I didn't know how long George and I sat there, but I knew I didn't care. Watching them was amazing.

The way the girl's hair flowed gracefully behind her, the way she never seemed to falter or miss a step, it was amazing. Her friend, or whoever it was, did the same.

When the song faded, both girls went back to the original position that the first girl had started in. Then, maracas started playing. The girl with the platinum hair's head shot up.

"What's this? I didn't know it was on the soundtrack."

The girl with the dark hair sighed. "It's not supposed to be. I thought this was the one I fixed. I'll go stop it."

"No, don't." The other said, and then she got up from her spot. She started to dance in a completely different way than before. It looked like tangoing mixed with gymnastics. She smiled as she spun with her imaginary partner, and I felt my heart rise.

She grabbed her sister, and started using her as an actual partner. She laughed. "Come on, Cora. Can't you tango?"

"Tango?" The other girl, Cora, scoffed. "Ballet is my life. Who cares about the other forms of dance?"

"I do." The other girl said, spinning Cora around. Without realizing it, I stepped into the room.

"I'm a pretty good tango-er, if I do say so myself." I leaned against the door, opening it all the way, and smiling at the two. Immediately, the smile disappeared off the blonde girl's face. She glared at me.

She had the darkest of blue eyes I had ever seen.

Cora turned around to face me. She, too, had extremely dark blue eyes, exactly like the other girl's. She smiled, unlike her partner. "Hi! I didn't know we had an audience."

"Sorry to intrude." George appeared from outside of the room. I glanced at him, suspicious. When had George become polite?

"It's fine. We were just practicing." Cora waved at him, but I saw a tinge of blush on her cheeks.

The other girl huffed. "I'm going to go change. And possibly find Hermione and Luna." She stalked out of the room, shoving past George and I. I glared at her retreating form.

No one shoves past me and lives to tell the tale.

Cora smiled regretfully at us. "Sorry. She's pretty guarded when you first meet her, but she's really sweet once you get to know her. That was Briar, Briar Sterling, by the way."

"Her name suits her," I mumbled, but George elbowed me.

"I'm Coralie Sterling, but everyone calls me Cora. Briar and I are fraternal twins." She held out a hand. George took it.

"You're a lot nicer than she is. You sure you guys are twins?" I asked her. She laughed and nodded.

"George and Fred Weasley. I'm George." He glanced at me. "He's Fred."

"Thanks. I didn't realize I was incapable of introducing myself."

George glared at me, and went back to talking to Cora. I really didn't care what they were saying. Then something random popped into my head.

"Hey, are you two possibly the 'best friends' that Hermione was talking about?" I asked her.

Cora looked surprised. "Um, yeah, I guess. I wouldn't say 'best' friends though. We've known her and Luna for a long time though."

I smiled. "Great. Search: done. Let's go George." I grabbed his arm, but he shoved me off.

"I'll stay and talk to Cora for a bit."

I gave him a weird look. Was he blowing me off? For a girl? Whatever. "Fine. I guess I'll go find Briar and 'get to know her' a little bit." I gave him a sneaky smile, and headed down the hallway, in the direction Briar had gone. Pulling out the Marauder's Map, I quietly said the spell to unlock it. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

I looked through it as people appeared, their footsteps moving throughout Hogwarts. I caught sight of the ones labeled Briar Sterling, pacing around in hallway in front of the Gryffindor Common Room. I smiled, already thinking of what I could do to her.

"Mischief Managed."