A/N: Thanks everyone for all the awesome feedback, much appreciated! SO this chapter has been split and is now a two shot instead of a one shot. It got so much more detailed than I thought it was going to be and therefore I thought I'd split it into two. SO without further ado, part one…
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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To say that Professor Minerva McGonagall was in a bit of a temper was comparable to stating that Lord Voldemort was only a touch on the murderous side, a declaration that could go down in history as the greatest understatement of all time. It was also surprising that the floor beneath the woman's feet had so far failed to depress considering the vehement way in which she continued to retrace her steps forward and backward across it's stony surface. Her usually composed facial features had been replaced by two red splashes in her cheeks betraying blatant irritation, thin lips that stretched disapprovingly into a set frown, and the large vein that was ticking away furiously in her upper left temple. One could practically see the steam shooting from her ears.
McGonagall's black shoes clicked noisily across the flooring one last time before finally coming to an abrupt halt, the woman exhaling loudly and setting the palms of her hands on the surface of the desk in front of her. Green eyes swept furiously over the two identical red haired boys standing on the desk's opposite side, her expression one of utmost exasperation.
"I'm just not sure what to do with you two anymore!" she exclaimed loudly, her gaze flying between the young men with an almost dizzying speed. Fred and George Weasley, the duo in question, exchanged a brief glance of contained amusement before returning their gaze to the fuming woman in front of them.
"Well then it might be easier for all of us if you didn't do anything at a-"
"That is exactly the kind of behavior I'm talking about Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall barked, interrupting Fred before he could finish his sentence. "Never before have I seen students with such a keen disregard for the rules! Detentions make no difference to the pair of you and clearly house points mean next to nothing as you both possess quite the unique talent for losing them!"
"We care about the house cup professor," Fred stated, feigning hurt.
"Yeah," George put in. "I mean as long as Harry keeps making a habit of beating You-Know-Who at the end of every year then-"
"This is not a joke!" McGonagall bellowed, immediately silencing both twins with the intensity of her gaze. "Thanks to the two of you this entire floor now reeks of dung bombs which, need I remind you, should not be thrown within the walls of this castle!" Fred looked as though he wanted to say something but one quick look from McGonagall changed his mind. Huffing loudly she pressed on.
"As if dung bombs weren't enough you also felt the need to release an entire stock of Filibuster Fireworks into the first floor corridor while surrounded by students and staff! We're lucky nobody was injured! I would love to hear what you have to say for yourselves!" The woman paused expectantly, piercing the twins with a well placed glare.
"Well," Fred began, "it wasn't exactly our fault this time around." McGonagall cocked a brow.
"Is that so? Do tell," she responded, the disbelieving undercurrents in her tone impossible to miss. George picked up where Fred had left off.
"Well, we weren't planning on setting off the fireworks or dropping the dung bombs in the first floor corridor at all," he stated.
"Bloody waste you see," Fred continued.
"And yet here we are," McGonagall replied dryly, drumming the tips of her bony fingers across the surface of her desk and pursing her lips expectantly.
"We were going to take them up to the common room-"
"Where they would remain quite innocently professor, honestly-"
"But Fred's bag split open when we were coming out of Defense Against the Dark Arts-"
"And everything else just sort of went to hell."
Silence followed this statement and Professor McGonagall suddenly found herself unsure whether to be amused or further exasperated by the twin's story. A quick glance at the ripped bag thrown carelessly over Fred Weasley's shoulder testified to that portion of their tale at least, yet there was one remaining detail that the two had clearly overlooked.
"The fact remains Mr. Weasley, that the items in question did indeed come from your bag, items that really are not allowed within the castle walls in the first place. Whether or not your actions were intentional is, unfortunately, a rather moot point," she told them, giving each Weasley in turn a pointed glance. A moment passed and for an instant it seemed as though the two would argue, yet a second later Fred gave a resigned sigh and a brief shrug of his shoulders.
"So, detention at the usual time then?" he asked while George suppressed a not so subtle snort beside him. The twins could have sworn they saw McGonagall's lips twitch in the slightest hint of a smile, though it must have been a mere trick of the light for when she spoke her tone was all business.
"I will be in touch with the both of you to inform you of your punishment," she told them, giving each boy a stern look over the top of her glasses.
"That sounds positively spiffing professor," George confirmed while Fred nodded enthusiastically.
"Riveting, truly. Now if you'll excuse us, we'll just be on our-"
"Gentlemen, one last thing," McGonagall said, halting the twin's hasty departure towards the door. "If I find anymore joke items set loose in the halls, anything that can be traced back to the pair of you, Gryffindor house will be lucky indeed to have a single house point to its name." With those parting words she returned to her desk and pulled a stack of papers her way, allowing the twins to leave her office without a second glance.
"Well, that was frightening," George said with a grin once they were well out of earshot of McGonagall's office and away from the first floor corridor. Fred nodded, shooting the bag hanging over his shoulder an irritated look.
"Yeah. Good thing the Undetectable Extension charmed worked but still a bloody shame about the wasted merchandise. We'll have to restock next chance we get," he responded, skirting around Mrs. Norris who had chosen that moment to turn her pale, lamp-like eyes on them.
"Bug off you stupid cat," George muttered, his foot giving an involuntary twitch as though it would have liked nothing more than to make the feline's squashed face even flatter.
"Have a nice little chat with McGonagall did you?"
A snide voice suddenly cut through the garbled chatter of the other students still milling through the halls, causing the twins to pause and turn towards its source. Aberle Dunham stood about five feet away from them, a large, stupid grin taking up a good half of his face while ratty little eyes peered out from beneath a unibrow nearly as bushy as Hagrid's beard and every bit as wild looking. The boy's rather large nose appeared crooked, like it had been broken and fixed one too many times, and Fred and George had made it a life goal to shake the hand of the chap responsible. Curly brown hair stuck out of his head in odd angles, making it look as though he had been on the receiving end of one of Seamus's pyrotechnics. Dunham occasionally played beater for Slytherin's Quidditch team if Derrick or Bole were incapacitated, a fact both Weasley's thought appropriate as his head was about as thick as a bludger.
The twin's faces melted into identical scowls, fixing Dunham with looks one might give a bit of dog poo suddenly discovered on the bottom of a favorite shoe.
"Bit confused aren't you Dunham?" George asked, his eyes narrowing rather dangerously.
"Yeah," Fred put in. "I didn't think they allowed trolls on the grounds these days." Any trace of the sneer on Dunham's face vanished immediately at this comment, one pudgy hand curling into an angry fist, his single brow contorting over his eyes. Opening his mouth he spoke very slowly, his words coming out in a carefully controlled hiss.
"Its too bad about what happened in the hall earlier. Shame you can't afford anything better than patchy old sacks to carry your stuff around in, then maybe accidents like that wouldn't happen," he growled, the wolfish sneer returning to his lips. There was a sudden flurry of motion as the twins whipped out their wands and Dunham brought his up with a swish, yet before anything got too out of hand another voice pierced through the sudden chaos that had engulfed the corridor.
"Fred, George! Don't you dare!" Two first years were suddenly shoved rather unceremoniously to the side as Angelina Johnson pushed her way out of the crowd to stand next to the twins, shooting Dunham a rather ugly look in the process.
"Let girls do your fighting for you these days, eh?" the Slytherin asked cynically, shooting a rather rude gesture in Angelina's direction. Fred started forward angrily but the girl placed a restraining hand on his arm, pulling him back.
"Come on, now's not the time to deal with this. You know Wood will kill you if you land yourselves in detention and end up missing practice," she told them firmly, keeping a hand on Fred's arm as a safety precaution. A moment passed as the trio glared at each other before the twins slowly lowered their wands, scowling as Dunham smirked and turned on his heel, disappearing into the dispersing students with a swish of his robes.
"Charmer that one," George stated, shoving his wand angrily back into his pocket. Angelina shook her head, finally deeming it safe to remove her fingers from Fred's arm and promptly doing so.
"Let's just get back to the common room," she said, heading off down the hallway and allowing the two to fall into step beside of her. A brief silence settled over the three before George suddenly sniffed briefly, his mouth quirking in a curious frown.
"Something smells a bit-"
"It's probably me," Angelina said shortly, interrupting George with a roll of her eyes.
"You? Why would it be…Oh," Fred trailed off, suddenly looking rather sheepish.
"I happened to be in the hallway when you two dropped all those dung bombs. I haven't had a chance to properly remove the smell," she told them, a hint of exasperation coating her words.
"Well in that case," George said, pulling out his wand and tapping Angelina with it. "Scourgify!"
"I could have handled it!" the girl protested immediately, shoving a grinning George's wand off her shoulder and completely ignoring the fact that any lingering stink had now lifted from her robes.
"Of course you could have Angelina dear, but seeing how it was our fault in the first place," Fred remarked airily, slinging an arm around her shoulders and grinning.
"It wasn't actually," Angelina responded, rolling her eyes and twisting out of Fred's reach.
"And why, pray tell, might that be?" George inquired, sneaking up on her other side.
"Dunham split your bag. He saw you come out of class and used some type of spell, I'm sure of it. He looked way too pleased with himself when McGonagall showed up," she responded. "And I saw him pull out his wand." A brief pause followed this statement as the twins scowled, exchanging identical dark looks.
"Bloody prat," Fred growled.
"No wonder he was so keen to get a word in when we left McGonagall's," George muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. There was a moments pause before Fred suddenly chuckled rather evilly, slinging an arm around his twin's shoulder.
"I think it's time we prepared a little surprise for Aberle Dunghead," he stated, the corner of his mouth twisting into a sinister grin. "We're going to need Bulbadox Powder, Exploding Fluid, and Lee's old Ever-Bashing Boomerang…"
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A couple of hours time found Fred, George, and Lee Jordan entering Gryffindor tower, stomachs filled to bursting with food from the Great Hall, heads pressed together as they spoke in hushed voices concerning plans for Aberle Dunham. Shoving a couple of second years from their usual seats by the wall the trio collapsed into the chairs, Lee pulling a short list from somewhere within the folds of his robes.
"So Fred, you have the powder already correct?"
"Correct."
"And my dad's old boomerang is in the bottom of my trunk so that just leaves the Exploding Fluid," Lee muttered, scanning his eyes over the list and placing small checks next to the items already acquired. "Did we want to put together any befuddlement draught just to be on the safe side?" An immediate snort of laughter from both twins followed this statement.
"When have we ever done anything to be on the safe side?" George asked, raising his eyebrows amusedly. "It takes all the fun out of things."
"Mind you a befuddlement draft wouldn't make much difference anyway, Dunham's enough of an idiot as it is," Fred continued with a shrug. Right at that moment the portrait hole opened admitting Harry and Ron, for once without the company of Hermione. The two exchanged a quick word before Harry headed up the stairs, leaving Ron alone in the common room to begin looking under the many chairs and poufs littered throughout it's interior. Lee raised an eyebrow.
"What's your brother on about?" he asked, watching as Ron lifted a pile of parchment from beneath the nose of an unsuspecting first year, glancing at the bare table below before shaking his head and shoving the stack back into the young Gryffindor's hands. Fred sniggered while George rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to respond.
"He lost Scabbers about a week ago. I thought he was convinced Hermione's cat ate him but I guess he's still hoping to find it snoozing away somewhere," he explained, prodding at the table absentmindedly with his wand.
"But all he ever did was complain about the bloody thing. You would think he'd be pleased its gone missing," Lee commented, setting the list down in the center of the table. George was about to reply though stopped as Fred nudged him, nodding his head towards Ron who had finally noticed them and was now making his way across the common room towards their table.
"What are you three up to?" he asked suspiciously, clearly too familiar with Fred and George's antics to believe them merely enjoying a homework free evening.
"Nothing for little brothers to be poking their large noses into," Fred retorted, moving hastily to pick up the list. Ron however, beat him to it. With a swipe of his hand he slipped the paper from the table and glanced at the items scrawled messily upon its surface.
"Bulbadox Powder… Exploding Fluid…Ever Bashing Boomerang…Aberle Dunghead… Planning on pranking Slytherin's spare beater are you?" he asked in satisfaction, allowing George to snatch the list back from his hand with an irritated scowl.
"Picked up on that have you?" Fred snapped with a roll of his eyes. Ron bristled a bit, clearly still in a mood due to Scabbers' disappearance.
"Why couldn't you two just do something simple for once? I mean just light the git's eyebrow on fire or something and be done with it," he suggested with a shrug of his lanky shoulders. A pause followed this statement as Fred and George stared incredulously at their little brother.
"Light his eyebrow on fire?" George repeated slowly, staring at the younger Weasley as though he'd just sprouted extra limbs and a tail. Ron's ears immediately went pink.
"Well yeah, I mean have you seen it? Someone could get lost in that thing honestly," he mumbled defensively.
"I doubt anyone would want to get close enough to try," Lee put in, grinning at the expression on Ron's face. Fred shook his head before pushing his chair back from the table and getting to his feet, George and Lee quickly following suit.
"Sorry Ronniekins but we pride ourselves in originality when it comes to our little jokes," he stated.
"Yeah, combustion's been done mate," George agreed, attempting to give his younger brother a light tap on the head with his wand and failing as Ron ducked away, nearly upsetting the chairs they had just vacated in the process. With those parting words the three headed up the stairs and into their dormitory, clearly wanting to finish discussing their plans away from the curious ears of fellow Gryffindors.
"So, where might we find Exploding Fluid?" Fred asked, falling backward onto his bed with an ungraceful plop and folding his hands beneath his head. A moment's silence followed this outburst as the three mulled the question over, each searching for a solution to the problem. George walked distractedly across the dormitory, picking up a pale blue potion bottle he had filled with pumpkin juice at dinner, raising it to his lips and taking a rather large swig. Lee frowned thoughtfully, sitting down on his four poster and ignoring the creaking of the mattress springs beneath him.
"Well, there's always Clotilda Ackley," he suggested with a light shrug of his shoulders.
"Sorry, who?" Fred asked blinking while George spewed pumpkin juice onto his twin's shoe.
"Clotilda?That's actually someone's name? Honestly?" he asked in disbelief. Lee ignored him, instead turning to address Fred.
"You know? Clotilda? She was that pudgy, blonde girl who stopped us in the hall to ask about the effects of Exploding Fluid on salamanders the other day. For whatever reason she thought we'd know. Frankly I thought the answer was pretty obvious what with it being exploding and all…" he replied. Fred's eyes narrowed and he seemed to be wracking his brains for a moment before a look of realization dawned on his face.
"Clotilda…fourth year, short hair, lots of pimples, complexion of a tomato…?" he questioned, rambling the traits off as they came to mind. Lee grinned and nodded.
"Yeah but I don't think she's that reddish color all the time. Reckon she might fancy you a bit mate," he told Fred wickedly, his grin widening as the words left his mouth. Fred shrugged, a smirk of his own playing across his lips.
"What with my roguish good looks and natural charm I'd be shocked if she didn't," he responded.
"I dunno though," George spoke up. "Your ears are a bit uneven. You'd think she would prefer the more symmetrical twin."
"Don't be stupid George, we both know I'm better looking," Fred replied without missing a beat.
"In any case," Lee exclaimed, breaking in before the twins could get too far off topic. "She might have some extra fluid lying around after her salamander experiments and I doubt she'd mind letting us borrow a bit."
"That settles that then," George stated, an excited smirk folding across his face. "Lee gets the fluid from her tomorrow and we begin 'Operation Dunghead.'"
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The next morning was one of their coldest yet and it wasn't an uncommon sight to see students walking to and from classes clutching their robes tightly to their chests in rather fruitless attempts to stay warm. The dungeons were particularly unbearable and thin wisps of breath kept curling from the student's mouths before disappearing into the frigid air. And so it was with great relief that Fred and George made their way back up the corridor and into the Entrance Hall at the end of the period, rubbing numb fingers together but feeling quite satisfied with themselves nonetheless.
Lee had just slipped away to retrieve the Exploding Fluid from Clotilda and had fifteen minutes to meet them back in the common room before reporting for detention. Snape was, oddly enough, not in a forgiving mood when Lee had called him a 'greasy old codger' during class the previous day, the man delivering punishment with little hesitation.
Because of this the three had decided it best to pass the fluid off to the twins before Lee returned to the dungeons at the required hour. Despite usual tendencies to throw caution to the wind, none of them wanted to see what the potion master's reaction would be were he to find the fluid on Lee's person during the course of his detention.
Fred and George were in a bit of a rush themselves as they had Quidditch practice starting in roughly twenty minutes. Wood was pushing the whole team even harder than usual due to his obsession with winning the Cup that year and therefore would not handle tardiness well.
The two were halfway up the grand staircase when Fred cursed suddenly, coming to an abrupt halt with one foot poised awkwardly over the step in front of him. A group of first years who had been walking a bit too close behind the twins barely managed to avoid a collision, one of their members losing his balance completely and toppling backwards into the vanishing step below.
"What's up?" George asked curiously, completely oblivious to the scene beginning to take place behind them.
"Left my potions book in the dungeons," Fred responded shortly.
"Lets go get it then," George replied, turning to begin his descent down the stairs. Fred shook his head, darting past his twin and pausing a few steps below him, ignoring the group of first years who were now attempting to pull their classmate from the vanished stair.
"It's alright I've got it. Just get the fluid from Lee and I'll meet you in the common room before practice." With those departing words Fred skirted easily through the crowd of first years, disappearing down the steps in a matter of seconds.
"Right then," George muttered to himself before promptly continuing on his way to the seventh floor, ignoring the remaining students who had finally succeeded in pulling the first year out of the step.
As he arrived at the portrait hole Sir Cadogan leapt to his feet and drew his sword from its sheath, swinging it in several furious arcs that almost cleaved his unfortunate pony's head from it's shoulders. Barely a week had passed since Sirius Black had attacked the Fat Lady and already George found himself missing her much more than he ever thought possible.
"Stand and fight you freckle faced ninny!" the knight bellowed, pointing his blade at George with a great flourish that nearly upset his balance.
"Oddsbodikins," George stated, blatantly ignoring the painting's exuberant challenge.
"Draw your weapon coward or entrance shall be denied to thee!" Sir Cadogan exclaimed, leaping from one foot to the other in an action that was clearly meant to intimidate, yet only succeeded in giving him the rather absurd appearance of an armored ballerina.
"Oddsbodikins," George said again, still refusing to be baited by the persistent portrait.
"You dare ignore my chall-"
"The password's oddsbodikins you great arse and if you don't open up the bloody portrait hole, Dumbledore's going to have to find another replacement for Gryffindor Tower," George stated in a deceivingly pleasant tone, pulling his wand from his pocket and pointing it threateningly at the painting. A brief pause followed this statement in which student and portrait merely stared at each other before Sir Cadogan cleared his throat and slowly returned his sword to it's sheath.
"You are a cunning foe indeed! Alas, this day's victory is yours but the promise of round two rises anon!" he declared, finally swinging forward and permitting George entrance into the Gryffindor common room. With a shake of his head the young man climbed through the portrait hole, returning his wand to his robe pocket and glancing around for Lee. He located him standing by their usual table, shifting anxiously from foot to foot and glancing at the watch around his wrist every couple of seconds.
George had barely set foot inside the common room before Lee was bounding across the floor towards him, rummaging around in one of his pockets, his face screwed up in concentration. Coming to a halt he glanced warily around for watchful eyes before drawing a small, pale blue potion bottle from his robes, nearly identical to the ones George kept in his trunk.
"Clotilda slipped it to me after class," Lee murmured, dropping the bottle into the redhead's hands. "Where's Fred?"
"Forgot his potions book," George answered, eyeing the little bottle gleefully.
"Ah," Lee acknowledged briefly, shooting another sparing glance at his watch.
"Right well I'm going to run this little beauty upstairs," George stated, inclining his head towards the little blue bottle in his hand. "See you after practice." Lee nodded miserably, looking gloomily at his watch before slumping into the pouf nearest them.
"I think I'll stay here a bit longer. No use spending more time in the dungeons than I absolutely have to," he responded glumly.
"Completely understandable mate," George responded, giving his friend a brief yet sympathetic pat on the shoulder before turning and taking the steps up to his dormitory two at a time. It took all of five seconds for the boy to arrive on the landing and upon doing so he immediately strode across the floor to where his trunk sat patiently waiting for him. Carefully setting the bottle down he placed his hand underneath the clasp and pushed the chest open, causing the small blue bottle containing his smuggled pumpkin juice to slide off the top of the trunk and roll unnoticed into the shadows beneath his four poster.
George frowned as he looked around the incredibly disorganized jumble that was the interior of his trunk. Sneakers, old pieces of parchment, spell books, robes, quills, Zonko's products, and more were strewn carelessly about the inside, not to mention all the Weasley sweaters, jeans, and socks which may or may not have been clean. Shaking his head he quickly closed the trunk again, shrugging and setting the little blue potion bottle containing the fluid on top of it. Fred would presumably be back within the next five minutes so George could decide on somewhere safe to put the bottle then. There was no way something crazy, unexpected, or unplanned could happen in the short period between then and now.
With that thought in mind George turned and headed back down the steps to the common room, figuring he might as well keep Lee company for the few minutes remaining before his friend left for the dungeons. Arriving at the bottom of the stairs he turned to make his way over to where Lee was sitting when a sharp voice suddenly caused him to stop short.
"Oy, Fre-no, George!" Said Weasley glanced up and was sorely tempted to run the opposite direction when he saw one Oliver Wood marching towards him, looking every bit as sickeningly fired up and intense as usual.
"Evening Oliver," George said with a short wave and a rather forced smile. Seeing how he would be putting up with them for the next hour or so, he really couldn't bring himself to be in the mood for one of his captain's long winded tirades.
"Heading down to the pitch are you? Excellent, let's talk strategy," Wood said quickly, starting off towards the portrait hole before George could respond.
"Er, I'm waiting for Fred actually. You go ahead, we'll be down in a minute," the redhead told him rapidly, sensing an escape route and taking it. There was a pause before Oliver shrugged.
"Just a quick word then," he stated and before George could do anything he was off on yet another tangent, something about Ravenclaw's new flying strategy and improved beater precision…
About two minutes later George, having already tuned his ranting captain out, watched as Lee slid off the armchair and made his way gloomily towards the portrait hole, nearly being run over by Fred in the process who had just clambered rather hastily into the common room. The two exchanged a few brief words before Lee slipped past him and vanished through Sir Cadogan's portrait while Fred strode inside, glancing around and pausing when he caught George's eye.
An amused smirk folded across Fred's lips as he recognized who exactly it was that George was talking to and, making no effort whatsoever to help his twin out, proceeded to creep up the stairs and out of Wood's line of sight. George inwardly rolled his eyes, making a mental note to slip something unpleasant into Fred's bed the first chance he got.
"…because Inglebee and Samuels really don't compare at all do they?" The redhead blinked as the constant buzzing in his ear that had been Oliver Wood's voice suddenly stopped.
"What? Oh, er, yeah of course," he said, hoping that whatever he was agreeing to wouldn't come back to haunt him later. Wood seemed satisfied however and gave an approving nod of his head before glancing down at his watch and jumping a foot.
"Is that the time? I'm off to the pitch and you two had better bloody well make sure you get there too! Every minute that we waste lessens our chances of winning the cup!" he exclaimed, looking like he might burst into tears at the very thought. George rearranged his face into a semi-hurt expression, shaking his head in a gesture of feigned disappointment.
"Oh Oliver, have a little faith," he said to him. The Quidditch captain merely shook his head, obviously knowing any type of retort would be futile, and instead turned and hustled off towards to portrait hole.
A quick glance at his own watch told George they now had eight minutes to get all the way out to the grounds and onto the Quidditch pitch and Fred still had yet to return from their dormitory. Rolling his eyes George turned and made his way up the stairs, figuring he would hurry his twin up a bit, naturally in the nicest most pleasant way possible. Arriving on the landing he pushed their door open and stepped inside.
"Oy, hurry up you lazy git or Oliver will have your arse for…" but he trailed off as his eyes slowly took in the scene before him. Fred was sitting cross legged on the floor of their dormitory, his eyes glazed and unfocused, the corner of his mouth folded up in a small, very un-Fredlike smile, while giggles kept issuing from his lips every five seconds or so.
"Fred?" George asked, the first hint of concern evident in his voice. "Fred, what are you doing?" A small hiccup escaped his twin's mouth followed by yet another giggle as Fred's eyes slowly rose up to meet his own.
"Heeeeeeeeeeey Georgie," he responded, the grin on his face even sappier looking than before. George blinked, his concern changing rapidly into blatant alarm.
"Fred what-" and then he saw it. Lying on the ground a few inches from Fred's knee was the pale blue bottle Lee had given to him mere minutes before, it's tiny stopper missing, the contents completely drained. George felt his face drain of color and he immediately sprinted the few steps to Fred's side, dropping to his knees as he grabbed the little bottle in one hand and waved it under his brother's nose.
"Did you drink this?" he asked, resisting the urge to grab his twin's shoulders and shake him. Fred turned blearily to him.
"Who cares if I drank it or not," he responded, his eyes taking on a misty hue. "That really isn't important right now."
"It bloody well is important!" George nearly screamed at him. "DID YOU DRINK IT OR NOT?" A moment passed, a moment where George was certain his heart had stopped beating and his lungs had forgotten how to work.
"Yeah… I thought it was pumpkin juice. Tasted a little weird though," Fred finally answered. "But George I've go to tell you-" George however, had stopped listening. He sat back on his heels, staring from the bottle in his hand, to the redhead across from him, then back to the bottle again.
"But you're not-I mean this is-But you haven't exploded at all!" George finally blurted out, knowing he sounded ridiculous and not at the moment caring. Fred's giggling promptly ceased, his eyes suddenly mournful as he turned to his twin and opened his mouth.
"You're wrong."
"What?"
"You're wrong Georgie." George blinked at him, Quidditch practice almost completely forgotten with this new turn of events.
"Wrong? What do you mean wrong?" he asked shortly.
"Its my heart," Fred replied solemnly, a sight that might have been funny if it wasn't so disturbing.
"What about your heart?" George pressed, a hint of panic creeping into his tone. Maybe the exploding fluid had had effect after all?
"My heart has exploded. With love."
An incredibly long silence followed this statement as George merely stared at his twin, his mouth opening and closing several times as it attempted to form a comprehensible sentence.
"Come again?" he finally managed to squeak, impressed that his voice was working at all.
"I'm in love George," Fred told him, suddenly giving a dramatic turn of his head and staring wistfully out the window.
"…In love with who…?" George asked slowly. Yet, as he stared at the bottle clenched tightly in his hand, he thought he might already know the answer.
"Clotilda. Clotilda Ackley."
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Yay part one finished! Hopefully everything was relatively accurate! Part 2 should be up shortly and will most likely be even more chaotic as this chapter was merely a set up for the next one xD. Please let me know what you thought!
I SAW THE HARRY POTTER EXHIBIT IN NEW YORK! It was absolutely awesome, phenomenal, amazing, and SO COOL! I freaked when I saw Fred and George's actual wands, skiving snack boxes, and Hogwarts robes! Of course everything else was cool too but of course they're my favorites xD See everyone in Part 2!
~Phoenix