AN: I'm baaack! I had a nice refreshing break from reality, and I have completed two more chapters while I was doing it. Here's the first if them, enjoy!

Chapter 4-Garden Pals

"You two are supposed to be helping!" Ron called irritably as he tossed another gnome out of the garden.

A few feet away, Fred and George had only grabbed one gnome each so far in the half hour they'd been outside, and they were currently swinging them at each others heads.

"But you're doing beautifully Ron," Fred said, ducking George's thrashing gnome.

"If we got involved we'd only mess things up." George agreed.

"Oh shut up." Ron grumbled, wiping the sweat off his forehead and cursing the mid-July heat.

"Excuse me," Fred stopped and looked at him seriously. "There's no need to get rude."

"You know what your problem is?" George said, equally as serious. "You're too tense. You need to have a bit of fun."

Ron began to feel uneasy; Fred and George's idea of fun wasn't normally enjoyable for anyone else.

He took a nervous step backwards as they grinned.

"I'm not tense," Ron protested.

They started walking towards him, holding the gnomes out towards him.

"Come play with us Ronnie,"

Ron started backing away. "Stop it!"

They continued forward, chanting. "Come play with us Ronnie,"

"Get away from me-AH!" Ron stumbled over a scurrying gnome and fell to the ground.

Fred and George laughed.

"This is your fault!" Ron climbed back to his feet and ran towards the house. "Mum! Mum!"

They continued to laugh as they hurried away from the house, not fancying facing their mother's wrath at the moment.

Narrowly avoiding being bitten, the two tossed the gnomes out of the garden and brushed the dirt off their hands. Suddenly, something caught their eye; a short distance ahead they spotted something that looked like a gnome wearing a dress lying face down on the grass. Upon closer inspection though, they soon realized it was just one of Ginny's old dolls.

George picked it up and held it as far away from himself as possible.

"No wonder the bloody thing's so ratty looking, she leaves it lying around in the dirt."

Fred scrunched his nose at it. "She might want to get a new one before it starts looking like a gnome from the front as well as the back." He laughed a little. "Can you imagine one of those things wearing a dress?"

George turned his head towards him slowly, his eyebrows raised.

Fred grinned, pulling out his wand.

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"AAAAH!" Ginny screamed as she sprinted down the stairs. "Mum! MUM!"

Mrs. Weasley ran from the kitchen and met her at the bottom of the stairs.

"Ginny! What's wrong? Why are you screaming?" She grabbed her daughter by the shoulders and turned her around twice, making sure she wasn't hurt.

"It's my doll!" Ginny said hurriedly, her eyes wide. "Something happened to it, it's all ugly,"

"I told you not to leave it lying in the garden," Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"No!" She shook her head. "Not ugly like that, different, and then it started moving!"

Mrs. Weasley frowned. "Moving?"

Suddenly, something small and extremely unattractive wearing a doll's dress came rolling down the stairs, landing at their feet.

Mrs. Weasley screamed and jumped back, pulling Ginny by the shirt collar with her.

"That's it!" Ginny shrieked.

The thing jumped back to its feet, gnashed its teeth at them, and scurried away through the house.

"What's happened?" Ginny asked.

Mrs. Weasley, realizing exactly what had happened, scowled furiously. "Fred!" She yelled shrilly. "George!"

As she waited, there was crashing from the other room and Percy came stumbling in.

"Er, why is there a gnome in a dress running around the house?" He asked, smoothing his hair.

"That's exactly what I'd like to know." Mrs. Weasley whipped around to face Fred and George, who were trying to sneak out of the house behind her.

"Well?!"

"Why do you always assume it's us? Maybe Ron's trying to set us up." Fred said.

"As if anyone else in this house could think of the things you do!" Mrs. Weasley snapped.

"That's true, we are quite brilliant." George shrugged.

"Enough!"

She was interrupted by thumping and a crash, and a moment later Mr. Weasley hurried into the room.

"Molly, the gnomes have found a way in the house," He said, then frowned. "I think it was wearing a dress."

Fred and George quickly turned their laughs into coughs.

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"Stupid garden." Fred grunted as he threw another flailing gnome.

"Stupid sun." George wiped the sweat off his face.

The two were serving their 'de-gnoming the garden for the rest of the summer' punishment.

Ron stood a few feet away, amused that the misfortune was theirs for once.

"It's not our fault we have brilliant though unconventional ideas." Fred said.

"Just because we have open minds," George added.

"You know what your problem is?" Ron called. "You're too tense. You need to have a bit of fun."

Fred and George turned to face him menacingly.

He ran before they could make a move and they followed.

"Get back here Ronald, we'll show you a bit of fun!"