Author: Geoffry Dinosaur
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor it's characters. Much as I have the desire to. They belong strictly to J.K. Rowling
Title: Playing with Harry Potter
Playing With Harry Potter
Chapter One:
The Weasley Twins Strike
Harry Potter awoke early on a Sunday morning knowing something was wrong. He couldn't explain it, not really… It was a sudden jolt and he was awake, nearly jumping from his bed. Something was off. He could feel it down into his bones, he simply couldn't explain what. The rude awakening resulted in a rather hard knock to his forehead from the post of his four-poster bed. "Fuck," Harry said more loudly than intended.
Grumblings came from the other side of the room. A faint garble indicating he had awoken Ron, and perhaps others in his shared gryffindor dorm. Following some choice curse words in Ron's voice, a call came forward. "Harry mate, what is goin on? It's bloody early! Go back to sleep." Unable to place the mysterious sensation, Harry quickly responded, "Juss knocked my head, no need to worry." Seeing that there was no immediate danger, Harry opted to not think of the bizarre feeling and recommence his sleeping.
What Harry was unaware of was that there really was something wrong. For as he slept, the Weasley twins had crept into his room up to their usual trickery. The inventive little devils that they were, they had created a rather unique spell—one that they would now test out on the boy who lived. They were nearly caught, as Harry jolted awake. They were right in the edge of the doorway, believing themselves to be safe now that their goal had been accomplished. However a moment of panic set in as the brunette roused from his sleep. Only the knock to his head allowed for their speedy get away. Now Fred and Gorge found themselves panting in the common room, their work done and escape made.
"That was a close call," they said in unison. "A little too close if you ask me," said Gorge morosely. Fred responded with a faint chuckle, "I'd hate to see what he'd do to us… if we were caught that is."
"Imagine the golden one, hanging us up by our toes!"
"Dressing us a girls!"
"Or even, gasp, lock us in a room with Malfoy!"
They both exchanged a horrified look at the thought of being alone with Malfoy. But then a mischievous look stole across Gorge's face.
"You know Gred…."
"Yes Forge?"
"I have a sinking suspicion that Malfoy may just be our beloved Harry's new target"
"Ooooh, such fun. Imagine, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, in love! I could nearly wet myself laughing!"
"Well, let the games begin."
With that the tricksters found their way to their beds. Smirking with glee at their newest plot and thoroughly anticipating tomorrow. Or today per say…