K15: I've tried
this chapter like six million times. It's just not coming to me.
Fred: Have you tried something a little bit different.
Me: I just never thought about you and Pamela after the second day… damn.
Fred: Gasp.
Me: Oh shut up. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. Later. K15
Disclaimer: I have never seen the actual writer write fanfiction. So, it's obvious that I don't own HP.
PS- I'm doing another combined fic with ZutaraFWHG4eva, this time it's going to be posted on my account though. :) So keep an eye out for it.
Dedication: This chapter's dedicated to my best friend Charlie. Without his help the story would be nameless.
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George leaned back on his bed. It was long past time for everyone to go to bed. And he was grateful for that. Never had he thought that someone as strange as Pamela would find a way into his life. Sure he had dated around, and he loved Katie. But Katie was only interested in his older brother, Charlie, who in return wasn't interested in anyone. It was a strange messed up situation. He looked over towards his sleeping brother.
Fred had something for Pamela; it wasn't a thing that George would doubt. The way he would laugh and flirt with the girl was something that he could deal with. But never in the history of forever had the twins fought over the same girl. It would be something that would be interesting for the next few days.
George glanced at the bathroom door separating between the two rooms. Pamela was just across the way. It was originally Fred's idea to put her in Percy's room, and it was so that she felt more at home without anyone snoring. He then heard a knock that startled both him and Fred.
"Huh?" Fred asked, looking around the dark room.
"Fred, George?" a small voice called out.
George gulped. He knew who it was, it wasn't Ginny nor was it Hermione, both just barged right in, no matter if the boys were naked or not. It must have been Pamela, plus it was coming from the other side of the bathroom door. Fred, being the closest, stood up and opened the door.
"I'm sorry to wake you," she said quietly.
George chuckled. He was farther from sleep than he had been in a long long time. Fred though, could sleep through almost anything, but Pamela's knock had been so soft, that if it weren't silent, it probably wouldn't have been heard.
"Ah, no problem Deary," Fred said. "So what can we do for ya at the decent hour of two."
"I couldn't sleep," her voice was still soft.
"That's okay," George put in. "Neither could we. I was just telling Fred that if you were up we could pushed the beds together, and maybe get to sleep."
"What?" his brother asked, he then got the idea. "Oh, I get it."
Pamela smiled. "Thanks guys, I really didn't mean to wake you," she said, side-stepping everything.
George pushed his bed closer to Fred's. There was a clunk and all three of them flinched. If they woke anyone else up, then there would be a lot of trouble. George finished sliding the beds together quietly.
"So what brings you here?" Fred asked, his voice soft.
"Well, I couldn't sleep. I usually find it weird to be in a new place," she said. "If you two own a joke shop, don't you own a flat or something?"
"Ya, it's above our shop. But we wanted to come home for the weekend, this way we get some of Mum's good cooking," George smirked.
"Oh shut up brother," Fred snapped. "You know it's because Mum wants us here for when Charlie shows up. Charlie is our second oldest brother, right under Bill."
"Bill and Charlie?" Pamela questioned, both twins nodded. She smirked which changed into a smile. "Well, I won't remember those names tomorrow!"
George let out a laugh. It wasn't too loud, but it still brought his brother into the same laughter, which sounded musical to her ears. Fred collapsed on the bed behind under them and stretched out. She had truly waked him up, but that was okay. Because if it were anyone else, he probably would have hexed them, but this time, he was going to allow it to slide. Plus with George walking around occasionally, he didn't stay out very long.
"Pamela? Are you always awake this late?" Fred asked with a yawn.
"No, I'm usually out before two am," she let out a smile. This girl always seemed to be smiling wherever she went. Maybe she was just a happy person all together. It was something Fred and George were going to have to investigate.
"Well," George started, trying to think of something to say. "Lets get some sleep before someone wakes up and hears us talking. Mum can get very cranky when we're up all night."
"Do you mind if I stay in here?" she asked calmly and quietly. George quickly decided that she needed to develop an outside voice very quickly, especially if she wanted to survive with the twins.
"We don't mind at all," Fred stated calmly, pushing Pamela down in between the two boys. "In fact, we insist that you stay."
She let out a little giggle and cuddled closer to the pillow. Her blue eyes closed, George was actually surprised to see her without her glasses or anything. She was just as beautiful as he thought her to be. He shook his red head, trying to get thoughts out of his head.
"So, we'll see you in the morning?" George asked, trying to get thoughts out of his head of this girl.
"Of course," she laughed a little. She curled up closer to Fred, probably for warmth. This caused George to sigh. Everyone seemed to take a liking to the younger twin. This would discourage George from time to time, but he knew there was someone out there.
Sighing for a second time, George threw his blanket over Pamela, it was too hot to sleep with a blanket, and the girl seemed cold anyway. It was almost no skin off of his back. He glanced over at his clock before closing his eyes. The last time him and Fred stayed up until two forty-five was right after the war, talking about what they were going to do with the shop.
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An annoying ring hit George's ears not even a minute later. He glanced over at Fred to see if he had heard the alarm. His brother had, it was a good thing, which meant they were both up before their mother barged in demanding the do something useful for the day.
"Six thirty," Fred confirmed. Both boys liked to be up before their mother, and today especially. They had Pamela squished in between them. "Turn that off before it wakes up the whole house," he commanded.
George hit the alarm and looked towards Fred. George was almost shocked to see his brother with Pamela in a close position. It didn't exactly scream friendly either. She was tightly snuggled into Fred's chest. And Fred's arm was wrapped around her shoulders. George shook his head trying to get the jealousy feeling out, he wouldn't say anything.
"Ah bugger," Fred stated, pulling his legs out from hers. He wiggled his butt a little trying to gain distance. George rolled his eyes at his look-alike. They had exactly three minutes before their mother decided to do the morning check up. Fred managed to pull his left arm out from around her shoulders no problem, but he struggled with his right arm. Her grip was almost cutting off circulation in his arm.
After he managed to release it, he stood up and stretched out each of his body parts. George on the other picked up the sleeping girl, who in the mean while managed to snuggle closer to one of Fred's pillows, and headed towards her room. "You've got a minute and a half to set the room up again. I'll take her back," explained George.
Fred nodded, rubbing his shoulder. "I can see the Beater in her," he stated.
George headed into Percy's room, not even the bed was messed up yet. Pamela had yet to sleep, her glasses were on the nightstand though, which made it a little out of place. He could also see her bag off in the corner. He finally placed her on the bed and covered her up. Making sure that it looked like she was there all night.
George looked towards the door to see Fred pulling their beds apart. It was like they hadn't even had Pamela in the room. He noticed a braid that fell into her face, and he brushed it out. She was going to have hard times ahead of herself, especially if both twins liked her.
"Hey, Forge, are you getting in here sometime soon, you've got thirty seconds before Mum opens that door," Fred yelled in a hush whisper.
"Ah bugger," George said. His brother knew how to ruin a moment. George heard the doorknob twist and he took a dive for the bathroom.
Fred smirked and pulled George into the bathroom and took a walk out into the room, shutting the door behind him. He heard a growl but didn't care; he was going to get on his mother's good side this morning.
"Good morning Mum," Fred said, standing up straight. "I came to see if Pamela was alright."
George who was leaning against the wall stuck out his tongue. His brother was full of shit. What in the name of Merlin's left… George paused in his thought… was he playing at? Was he trying to get shagged? There was no name in Dumbledore's name was their mother going to fall for that load…
"Ah Fred that was sweet of you," George heard their mother state. "But get back to your room, I don't want Pamela to wake up quite yet."
Fred nodded and walked calmly towards the bathroom. George scrambled away from the door and back into his bed. As Fred shut the door George rounded on him. "What in the name of Merlin's left…"
"George, do not speak like that your brother!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, her tone still hushed.
"Sorry Mum," George was still glaring at his twin for what he did. It wasn't fair. They heard the door squeak and noticed that Pamela walked into their bedroom. "Pamela?"
"Dear go back to bed," Mrs. Weasley said mother like. "It's still early yet. Go back and get some sleep."
"No, it's alright, I want to start getting up at this time anyway," she assured the adults in the room. Fred smirked and looked towards George. Their eyes could read what each other were saying. They would talk to each other about this later in the day.
"If you're sure deary, Fred and George will help you find something to do, this way it gets you out of doing chores," Mrs. Weasley stated, heading out the twin's room. "Yes, Fred and George, this mean Ron will be doing your chores. Oh and Percy will be coming by later today for dinner, so you'll have to get Pamela into another room." Mrs. Weasley then left the room leaving the trio to do whatever they wanted.
"Pamela, you can used the shower and bathroom first," George said kindly. He smirked as she popped out a little purple and pink thing. "What is that?"
"A retainer," she replied. "It helps keep my teeth straight. I hate it though," she still was all smiles though.
Fred pushed Pamela towards the bathroom and shut the door on her. He then turned towards his brother. But George was already out in the hall going towards the other bathroom. He sighed and figured that it was going to be alright whatever was bugging him. Knowing George it was probably another fight with Katie.
"Ah bugger, I've got a date with Angelina today. I can't… MUM!" Fred called out.
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K15: So I wanted it to be longer, but I decided I wanted something to at least go with for the next chapter. So there you go. I hope you remember to review. Because as my motto goes, as long as I have one reviewer I will update, so just review to let me know if you hate it or not. Enjoy your day. Later. K15
