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Extra: Peas, Mr. Granger? (Part 1)

Using a spell to peek an answer off your neighbor is cheating.

Don't worry, I got the wrong answer. I peeked off Fred.

Jinxing someone when they have their back turned is cheating.

I hit Malfoy. He had it coming.

Using magic to make your baby brother look good in front of his crush's father is not cheating.

It's simply practicing one's abilities and using it for the sake of the poor and needy…

For Ron.

-

The Weasley twins are know for a lot of things.

For our mischief and havoc at school. We had a whole file cabinet of misconduct in our name.

And more back at home. Mom did always say we would end up in jail for something.

Hah. Like we would ever get caught.

For our humor. Whether dry or not.

And for our famous joke shop. For where else would you get U-NO-POO?

Yes, the Weasley things are known for many things.

Who knew those things would help Ron one day?

-

"You're NOT staying with me- I mean us, for Christmas at the Burrow?"

I enjoyed Harry's company at Christmas very much. But I can't plant one on him under a mistletoe.

That would be sick and wrong.

"I'm sorry Ron. But I promised my Dad I would come home this year. He wants me to meet someone." Well, I can't go against Daddy….

WAIT. Who's this someone?

I tried to keep it calm and casual. "So, who are you meeting?" That sounded calm enough. No need to get jealous; it's probably just another girl who-

"The son of my dad's friend. Our age. He seemed nice in the picture." The jealousy was back. Didn't Hermione know better than to trust a book by its cover?

I stared at the picture.

Messy, caramel colored hair. Green eyes. A pretty boy.

With muscles. Designer clothes. And a winning smile.

He did look nice.

"So, what's this bloke called?" I needed to know my competition.

She giggled, "His name is Rob. Rob Wesley."

Ah, my doppelganger has come.

Yay.

-

I, Fred Weasley, got that most interesting piece of information.

I stepped out of the shop to get the mail. It consisted of the usual- the paper, order forms, restraining orders. One letter seemed out of place. It read:

From

Roonil Wazlib.

Amazing that he survived so long.

Can't even spell. R-O-N. Ron.

I skimmed Roonil's letter all the way down; I got the key words: help, enemy, destroy, Bob, steal, my girl.

Basically, he's freaking out.

The last part caught my eye the most. He needed some help.

I smiled. This could be fun.

"George! Cancel our Christmas plans. We'll be spending it with the Grangers."

-

Hermione kept talking about Rob the rest of the day. Stupid Bob. (I refuse to have any sort of similarity to that 'man'. So he's Bob now.)

I knew what would happen if they met. A few muscle flexes, mention he owns a convertible and show off his shiny teeth. Then, BAM!

Hermione falls in love with him.

"Could I join you?" I blurted it out without thinking. "Well, I haven't seen your parents in a while and I'd simply love to meet Bo- er, Rob." Hey, it wasn't entirely a lie.

Plus, if Bob so much as touches her, I'll be there.

"Okay! I'll tell them you're coming. See you at Christmas!" And Hermione was gone.

Now…

Let me get the twins.

-

Usually, me and Fred return to the Burrow for the holidays. Or if we miss Mum's cooking.

Today, we were here on a favor.

We greeted the family up the stairs and headed to Ron's room. He was trying on the ghastly dress robes he wore to the Yule Ball.

"I thought you wanted us to make you look better in front of Hermione instead of this Bob, not get you kicked out of their house."

Fred entered the room and laughed at the sight. "Her dad's going to take one look at you, let the other guy in, and slam the door in your face."

"I really appreciate the support, dear brothers." Ron said sarcastically.

"Here. Put this on, it'll look way better and you'll look more mature." I handed him a decent outfit that didn't scream "frilly caveman"

It did make him more mature. But I knew this was still the guy who was so mature, he laughed at any mention to the word 'poopie'.

So, while Fred fixed him up, I gave him the plan.

"While you're having dinner with them, we'll be hiding outside watching.

We'll hear you with our Extendable Ears, so we'll tell you what to do and say.

And for that, we need this." I showed him something that looked like an earring.

"You can hear our instructions with this. Newest product in our store, we're testing it today." You'll be happy to know we don't test on animals. Just little brothers.

"Now remember. These people are muggles. And the guy you're competing with doesn't know anything about wizards. And we want it to stay like that."

Fred gave his hair a final ruffle and said, "So no talk about Quidditch or wands, okay?"

"Leave the magic to us."

-

Fred and George called a cab to drop us off to Hermione's place. We thought it'd make a bad impression to drop in from their fireplaces by Floo Powder.

Plus, Mrs. Granger might get a heart attack.

I was about to knock when one of the two pulled me back.

"Wait; let me buff you up a little!"

And with a flick of his wand, he made me a few inches taller and made me more muscular.

You've got to love magic.

And onward I went.

Hermione answered the door wearing a very pretty dress and heels.

I had to sniff a nosebleed back up.

"You look good." The words came out a little odd.

It was hard to talk and suppress blood from running down your nose at the same time.

"You too! You look kind of different. Did you get taller?"

I lied, saying I drank more milk.

She didn't need to know what magic I used tonight.

I entered her house and sneaked a peek at the mirror. I did look good.

"Captain Vanity. Stop looking at yourself and go greet her parents." I forgot the twins were watching me. I felt so exposed.

And with one last look, I went to see Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

But someone was already there; Rob Wesley was in the building.

-

"Ron, this is Rob!"

I was happy to see I was taller than him, but his bright smile still blinded me.

I don't think I brushed my teeth. Maybe I shouldn't smile so much.

I gave him a toothless smile and shook his hand. I was tempted to snap it off right there, but everyone was looking.

"Hermione talks about you all the time!" As she should.

Hermione punched his arm playfully, "Oh, shut up." Don't touch him Hermione! He's got cooties!

"Okay, Ron. Give them a joke," Fred said. Right, give them a joke.

"Do you know why 6 was scared of 7?"

"Because 7, 8, 9." I looked around to see if that did the trick.

No one laughed.

I could see the twins shaking their heads.

"What was that!? 7, 8, 9! We're not interested with numbers, Ron!" George screamed through the earpiece.

Well, I'm not a Muggle.I don't know what humor they want!

Rob was looking at me smugly. I had a rough idea on what was going through his head.

He didn't mess up yet.

Yet.

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That's the end of Part 1 of the extra. Part 2 will come shortly. Dedicated for the season!

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