Okay ... chapter number four... sorry I would've gotten it uploaded yesterday only my internet wouldn't load

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Chapter 4: We're Not Evil- I Promise

As Snape was complaining to his disgusted student about his missing underwear, Molly Weasley was busy cooking breakfast for her husband, Arthur, and her sons, Fred, George and Bill, who had decided to visit for the weekend.

She waved her wand and the bacon sprang instantly into the frying pan and started to sizzle deliciously. Half a dozen eggs followed suit and flew across the room, egg whites trailing slightly behind the yolk, like the tail of a comet.

With a final flick of her wand, Mrs. Weasley caused the plates, forks, napkins, and glasses to arrange themselves neatly on the large dining table.

A heavenly aroma wafted upstairs from the kitchen to the bedroom that the two Weasley Twins shared.

"mmm," Fred mumbled, "wassat?"

At the sound of his voice, George bolted upright in bed, instantly smacking up against the wooden slats that held up Fred's bed overhead.

George cursed silently under his breath as he massaged his throbbing head.

"We really need to get mum to buy us new beds," he muttered to himself.

Their bunkbed had grown old and creaky and George was afraid that someday in the very near future, Fred would come crashing down on him as he slept. He glanced at his clock, 7:30 am. He then rolled out of bed and started shaking Fred.

"Fred, Fred! Wake up! We need to be in Hogsmead in fifteen minutes to set up the shop!" he yelled in his sleeping brother's ear. The bed wobbled precariously but Fred remained soundly asleep. Fred was not going to budge anytime soon so George, being the prankster he was, decided to take matters into his own hands.

He quietly loosened the screws that held the ancient bed together, then shook the entire frame until it rattled loudly then finally crashed in a heap on top of the bottom bunk.

"I'm up..." said Fred shakily getting up from the heap of splintered wood that was his bed. He left the room to get changed and George whispered "reparo," before exiting as well.

After a hearty breakfast, the twins apparated to their joke shop, which had recently replaced Zonko's.

George fished a gaudy silver key from his pocket and opened the door, while Fred switched the closed sign to open with a small flick of his wand. George was about to take his place behind the register when a large snowy owl flew into the shop, landing gracefully on a large pile of unopened boxes. George accepted the letter she offered him and unrolled it with a showy flourish. He read aloud….

Dear Fred and George Weasley,

I was just wondering whether you would kindly help me in carrying out a sort of prank I'd like to pull. Do you think we could talk about it later today at the shop? Please send your answer back with Hedwig, and thanks so much!

Yours Truly,

Hermione Granger

"You up to doing a little pranking?" Fred asked his brother.

"Since when am I not?" George snorted.

They both started laughing manically until they realized how many people were staring at them like they had just been transfigured into firebreathing merpeople with butterfly wings.

"Uhh…" George began, "We're not evil (or retarded)."

"Yeah," agreed Fred, watching the steady trickle of customers entering the shop, "I promise."

"Oh yeah like that's going to do a lot of good," George replied sarcastically.

They both scrabbled off the front desk which they had unknowingly climbed onto during their fit of laughter, and Fred grabbed a quill from beside the register.

Dear Hermione,

We'd be delighted. Meet us here around noon.

Sincerely,

Gred & Forge

He scrawled quickly. George snatched it and read it over.

"You idiot!" You've misspelled our names again!" He took the large peacock quill and to fix their names, and then tied the reply to Hedwig's outstretched leg. The owl surged off the counter and back towards the castle.