So um… Hi! This is my first HP fic. I've only seen the films (I know, I know) but I'm working on getting the books so please be nice if I make a few little mistakes :) Anyway, I'm now obsessed with the Weasley twins! They're too cute!

This is set in the summer between terms after Order of the Phoenix…

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Morning

It was early morning in the Weasley household; the dawn sun poked through the threadbare curtains onto Ron's sleeping face. His eyelids twitched against the brightness and he groaned as he sat up, zombie-like, with his eyes still closed.

"Children! Breakfast's ready!" Molly Weasley's motherly tones drifted up the staircase, into Ron's room, along with the smell of sausages and slightly burnt toast. The youngest boy yawned and slipped slowly out of bed and into his slippers; he scratched his shaggy ginger locks and made his way down the rickety staircase.

Ginny and Percy were already at the kitchen table when Ron walked in; he waved a lazy hand in their direction. Buttering a piece of toast Ginny looked at Ron who had sat down and laid his head on the table,

"Ron?" she finished buttering and chomped into her toast, "Did you not get much sleep or something?"

He sat up and looked at his sister through droopy eyes,

"No, I just-"

"-He's just lazy, that's all," Ron's mum ruffled his hair a little too ferociously and then looked at the ceiling, her hands on her hips, "Where are those boys? Fred! George!"

Percy stabbed his fork into a sausage and grinned,

"They're still asleep."

"Asleep?" Molly huffed, "It's almost ten!" she turned to Ron and smiled, "Ron, be a dear and go and get your brothers out of bed will you?"

Ron opened his mouth and took a deep breath, preparing to shout the twins awake rather than make a return trip up the stairs. But his mother wouldn't allow it; she grabbed his ear and dragged him out of the kitchen. He clutched his throbbing ear and whined,

"Okay, okay, I'm goin'!"

When he finally reached the twins' room (he'd walked slowly due to the fact that his legs still thought they were in bed) he knocked on the door and shouted,

"Lads! Breakfast!"

No reply. Not even the sound of movement.

"Bloody hell," Ron grumbled to himself, "They'd sleep through a Death Eater attack!"

Reluctantly, knowing he was risking his pride and possibly a limb by walking in, Ron poked his head through the door. Fred and George were lying in their beds snoring lightly; each had one arm dangling over the edge of the bed and neither seemed to have heard Ron's shouts. He decided to try again,

"Get up! I want my breakfast before it gets cold!"

They stirred. Each boy rolled onto his back slowly and, in unison, they mumbled,

"Ten more minutes Mum."

Ron gave up. He marched back down the stairs and prepared for an earful from his mother. Meanwhile, in the twins' room, George opened one eye and looked around the room cautiously,

"Is he gone?"

Fred did the same and nodded, "Yep."

They got dressed quickly, in matching suits (Fred's was green and George chose red) and darted down the stairs into the kitchen. Molly rolled her eyes as they sauntered into the room,

"And what time do you call this?" She asked sternly.

"Breakfast time!" George grinned at his mother and plonked himself in a chair. Fred high-fived him and sat down next to his brother.

Molly sighed, "I've been shouting for you for ages! And Ron came to get you up!"

Fred feigned confusion, "No he didn't."

Ron scowled and spoke through a mouthful of toast,

"Yes I bloody well did!"

"Well you didn't do a very good job of it did you?" George grinned devilishly and bit into a sausage. He pulled a face at the sausage on his fork and, silently, he and Fred swapped plates.

"Well," Molly smoothed down her apron and began clearing up the dishes, "Next time assert yourself better Ronald."

Ron's shoulders sagged and the twins winked at him. Ron stuck out his tongue.

As Ron was about to throw his fork at Fred their father walked through the door and into the kitchen with a satisfied grin on his face. He stepped towards the table and leant his hands against it. He looked like a man about to share his darkest secret.

"I have just acquired something extremely exciting," he spoke in a hushed tone, as though anything louder would break his train of thought. Ginny rolled her eyes and went to get dressed and Percy got up, kissed his mother goodbye and left the house. The twins and Ron leant towards their father.

"This item I have acquired," Arthur continued, "Is powerful and possibly even dangerous," Fred and George exchanged excited smiles, "And it is called a-"

"-Did you buy it?" Molly's accusing tone made the men at the table jump, "Because you know we can't afford anything that isn't necessary right now Arthur."

He stood up straight, all magical tension now lost, "I swapped it with a friend for a rubber duck, actually."

"So what is it Dad?" George asked.

"Is it really dangerous?" Fred added.

"Can we see it?" They asked together.

Arthur smiled, "Its outside, come on."

The three boys followed Arthur outside and into one of the nearby fields. There, amongst some hovering hay bales and looking rather out of place in the magical surroundings, was a quad bike. It stood on four wheels (as quad bikes often did, Arthur had been told) and was big enough for at least two adults to ride at once.

"Wicked," the twins' eyes sparkled with the thought of causing mayhem on the muggle machine. Ron wrinkled his nose,

"What is it?"

"This my boy, is a Quad Bike," he said it like it was a newly discovered planet, "Isn't it wonderful?"

"Err," Ron looked less than impressed.

"It's a muggle invention," Arthur continued, "Used to ride around the countryside. Possibly to stay undercover, less noise you see."

"Undercover from who?" Ron's ginger eyebrows scrunched together.

"Well I don't know do I?" Arthur retorted, "It's a muggle thing!"

"Right," Ron smiled awkwardly and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, "Harry and Hermione will be here soon so…"

His father nodded, "Of course, you go back to the house," he ushered Ron along and turned back to the bike. George stepped towards it and read the sticker on the exhaust pipe,

"'Speed Demon'?"

Fred stifled a laugh, "So it's fast then?"

"No idea," Arthur smiled and cocked his head to one side, "I've not seen it in action. Far too dangerous. It runs on petrol you know! Yes, fuel! Very unstable!"

"Very," the boys agreed angelically.

Their father looked at them through narrowed eyes, "Now I don't want you two touching it, understand?"

"Oh, come on Dad-" George groaned.

"-It looks like fun!" Fred concluded.

"No," Arthur shook his head sternly, "It's far too unstable. I'm keeping the keys in a safe place." He turned and started back towards the house, leaving Fred and George sulking amongst the hay bales.

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