A/N: so here's Fred/George 2... I might just start treating them as separate, not parts of a whole… hmmmm. We'll see. But for now, R&R!

Disclaimer: Yeah, right.

Fred/ George 2: Detention

Fred and George were sitting in Filch's office a week after they had gotten to school. Filch wasn't there yet, because he was still trying to get rid of the dungbomb smell. he wasn't doing very well, being a squib probably didn't help much.

"I wonder what filch keeps in his drawers?" wondered George.

"I dunno, but this drawer seems to be labeled 'confiscated and highly dangerous'. It's probably filled with interesting things." replied Fred.

"I don't doubt it, dear brother." confirmed George, an extremely mischevious look on his face.

But at that very moment, Filch came in, petting mrs. Norris and muttering something under his breath about whipping.

"Well, i think that a week of detention with professor Snape in the dungeon will show you what happens to pranksters in hogwarts."

Fred, noticing that George was trying to take something out of the pocket of his robes in which there were more dungbombs, tried to distract Filch. "yes sir. We're very sorry. It won't happen again, sir."

and in one fluid motion, George whipped another dungbomb out of his pocket and discreetly threw it out the door.

filch immediately ran out the door to find the perpetrators, and, knowing that they didn't have much time, Fred, who was closer to the drawer, pulled it open and grabbed a piece of parchment that was sitting there. he hastily closed the drawer and stuck the parchment in his pocket.

Filch came back in and screamed, "ANOTHER WEEK'S DETENTION! NOW OUT!"

With that, the twins rushed out of the room.

Later, in their dorm:

"It cannot just be a piece of old parchment! It has to have a secret! HAS TO!" vented a frustrated Fred.

George was more calm, replying, "Fred, we should just give up. remember that prank we were going to play on Percy?"

"George! we can't just give up!"

"Fine. We'll pick it up later."

Suddenly, another redhead entered the room.

"Hello boys. You two look like you're up to no good."

"You know us too well, Charlie."

"That I do. I hope you won't get into trouble again. Mom is already threatening to send a howler."

"She wouldn't." a scandalized look crossed George's face.

"think about what you just said george." counseled his twin.

"wow. did i really just say that? I .can't believe myself." remarked George.

"What's that?" Charlie asked Fred

"Oh, just an old piece of parchment." replied Fred.

"Oh, really? Hmm. I might just have to abuse my power as both prefect and quidditch captain and confinscate it."

"Ah, but you have no proof that it's not allowed." rebuttled the ever- calm George.

"But I'm quite sure I will soon. Have fun, boys." with that, he left.

"Hey Fred, can I see that?"

"Why, George? You wanted to give up."

"I read this book about transfiguration and I want to try something on it."

"George... You have to swear that you're not doing anything good."

Gerge was trying to wrestle the parchment out of Fred's hands, and they were having a tug of war. "FINE! I SWEAR I'M NOT UP TO ANYTHING GOOD!" Suddenly, one word appeared on the parchment. It read

Close

The twins dropped the parchment in shock.

"What does that mean?" asked Fred, confused.

"What if there's a phrase or something that we have to guess?"

"Like a password!" exclaimed Fred, then he hastily picked up the parchment, which was once again blank. "I swear I'm not up to something good."

Close

"Again? Hmm. 'anything must not matter then. Maybe neither 'anything' nor 'something' are in the phrase." George used some of his little-known logic.

"Good idea! I swear that I am not up to good."

Try again

"I think that we got closer! hmm... I swear that I am not up to good doesn't sound gramatically correct. What if it's 'no good'?"

Fred tried again, "I swear that I am up to no good."

I don't believe you

"WHAT?" George cried. "I swore!"

"Maybe it wants us to give it something more powerful?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno. What about 'solemnly'?"

"'Solemnly'? Really, Fred?"

"Hey, It's the best I can think of."

"Fine then. Try it. I doubt it will work."

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are proud to present the Marauder's map.

"YES!" Fred and George celebrated, high- fiving. They then began to explore the map, which they soon found was a map of Hogwarts. Every person in the entire castle was marked on it.

"Hey look- Dumbledore's pacing in his office!" exclaimed George, pointing.

"And Charlie's coming back! Uh oh! I wonder how we close it?"

Immediately following it, they saw a speech bubble appear from the dot labeled "Fred Weasley". It said Mischief Managed. Fred immediately said this, and the map disappeared just in time for Charlie to enter the room.

"Found out anything useful, boys?"

"Nope. I've given up. Fred's still trying though." George informed him.

"Well, good for you. I'd throw that away. It looks as if it could have been dad's, and I don't really want people thinking we use heand-me-down parchment, too."

"Good point." replied Fred, "I'll stop soon."

"Good boy." Charlie replied, leaving

"Hey! I'm not a dog!" Fred called after him.

A/N: alrighty now. Be a good doggy just like Fred and REVIEW! (heehee)