"I don't know but I think I may be falling for you, dropping so quickly." -Colbie Caillat (Falling For You)

I don't own Harry Potter.


"Grocery stores are cold," Fred said with a small shiver. After they had left the restaurant, they had managed to find a grocery store so that they could buy food for the house.

Sara watched other people taking metal carts and walking through the store with them so she grabbed one too and began pushing it.

"So, what did you write down on your organized shopping list?" Fred asked, peering over her shoulder at the small piece of paper in her hand.

"Just some things," she answered.

"Can I push this?" Fred asked, pointing to the shopping cart.

"Well, if you want to, I guess you can." Sara let Fred take the cart, but she almost immediately regretted her decision because Fred took off at a run before standing on the bar at the bottom of the cart and riding it all the way down the first aisle as if it were some kind of toy. Luckily, he jumped off and stopped the cart about two seconds before slamming into a display of soup cans.

"Lucky I didn't smash into these," Fred said when Sara, Katie and George caught up to him.

"Yeah, we could actually use some soup," Sara picked out a few cans and put them in the cart.

"Give me the cart," George said. "It's my turn to use it."

"Use it?" Sara asked. "Don't tell me you're going to-,"

"Of course," George cut her off. He turned the cart to go up the next aisle and took off at a run.

"I'm actually surprised you didn't yell at me for doing that," Fred said.

Sara could feel Fred's eyes on her, but she was busy scanning the shelves for things that she had put on her list.

"Sara's a changed woman," Katie said with a smile.

"Not quite. Lucky for you, this place is almost empty of people, so nobody's around to witness you and your twin acting like children," she answered, glancing at the list.

"You know what I think?" Fred asked. He grabbed the list from Sara's hands, despite her protests. "I think we should ditch the list." He crumpled it and threw it over his shoulder.

"Why did you do that?" Sara asked angrily. She tried to go retrieve the small piece of paper, but Fred grabbed her arm.

"We're going to do this my way, I think," Fred grinned. "No planning ahead or lists of any kind."

"What's the point of that? Is it part of this whole idea to have fun? Because I'm unfortunately not seeing the fun. Grocery shopping isn't fun in the first place, list or no list," Sara crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"No, this is something different," Fred answered. "Well, kind of different. It's relevant to Operation Fun, but not quite the same. I guess you could say it's a sub-plan. A mini detour."

Sara looked at Katie, who shrugged.

"Okay, tell me how it's relevant," she looked back at Fred.

"I'm guessing you know the meaning of the word 'spontaneous,'" Fred grinned.

"Yeah, it means acting on impulse; something that's unplanned," Sara answered.

"Correct. Have you ever done anything spontaneous?"

Sara hesitated for a moment. She really hadn't ever done anything spontaneous before. She was the complete opposite; the person who always had an organized plan and stuck to it.

"That's what I thought," Fred smirked. "That's why we're going to practice that today."

"Honestly, you sound like a teacher."

"Technically, I am a teacher. I'm teaching you to loosen up."

"What's taking so long back here?" George glided back to them on the back of the shopping cart.

"Fred's giving Sara a lesson on spontaneity," Katie told him.

"Ah," George nodded with a grin.

"I'm going to need that shopping cart, George," Fred said. George got down off the back of the cart and Fred took it. "You get the right, I'll get the left," he said to George, who nodded.

The two of them began walking further down the aisle, Fred examining the food on the left shelves, and George looking on the right.

Sara shared a look with Katie. "Does this mean they're taking control of the shopping?" Sara asked.

Katie shrugged. "Apparently. I guess we should just go along with it."

"If we do that we'll be eating candy for dinner every night and pizza for breakfast."

"Pizza really isn't that bad in the morning," Katie said.

"You've tried it?" Sara looked at her friend. She was surprised.

"George got me to try it," Katie laughed.

"Oh, of course," Sara shook her head.

The two of them began following the twins. Sara peered into the shopping cart when they finally caught up. In addition to the soup, Fred and George had added a bag of pretzels and a jar of peanut butter.

"Don't try to say that we don't need this stuff," Fred shook his finger at Sara. "Everyone needs snack food."

"Actually, I wasn't going to say that. I love pretzels and peanut butter. Especially together," Sara shrugged.

"I've never tried that," Fred answered, tilting his head.

"You're missing out then," Sara gave him a half smile.

"What about pancake mix?" Katie asked, pointing to a box on one of the top shelves.

"Yes, good idea," Sara said, nodding.

"I can't quite reach it though," Katie said, standing on her tiptoes.

"I believe I can help you with that problem." George walked over from the other side of the aisle and lifted Katie up the last few inches so that she could reach the box.

"Thank you," she said cheerily, pecking him on the cheek.

They finished their shopping relatively quickly. Sara insisted on getting certain things like bananas, cereal, and other ingredients that she knew she could use to make something for them to eat besides the snack food that Fred and George were so keen on buying.

When they reached their house after taking another taxi back, George and Katie volunteered to put away the shopping.

"You two don't have to help," Katie said quickly. "Go relax or something. We'll take care of this, won't we, George?" She nudged him, something that didn't go unnoticed by Sara.

"Oh, yeah," George nodded quickly and Sara thought she saw him wiggle an eyebrow at Fred. Weird.

"Now, was that so bad?" Fred asked Sara, as they walked out through the back door.

"The spontaneous shopping? No, actually, and I'm surprised that I didn't start hyperventilating from lack of organization," she answered with a small smile. She was really smiling, or at least half smiling, a lot today. It was strange.

"See? Being spontaneous can be fun and it's not that bad at all," Fred answered.

"The world isn't black and white I guess," Sara said.

"Exactly. Where did you hear that from?"

"My mum told me that all the time," Sara replied. They were walking through the flower garden in the back of the house. The moon was illuminating the flowers and the ground with a pale light, making them look pretty in a sort of eerie way.

"Smart woman, your mother," Fred said.

"She is," Sara nodded. "She knew how hard it was on me, growing up without a father. Except I always thought he was coming back. I didn't fully understand what had happened. My mum didn't even tell me differently until I was about to start school."

"Why did she tell you so long after it happened?" Fred asked. "I mean, why not earlier?"

"She said she had been meaning to tell me, but she didn't know how, and I guess I asked her if my dad was going to come see me off on the train and she finally told me. I think since I was only three when he was killed, I didn't understand that that was what happened. I thought he was just gone temporarily, but now that I'm old enough to realize that he was killed and that I saw it…" She trailed off and shook her head.

"It's almost traumatizing," Fred finished.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I think her telling me is what made me the way I am. I mean, I felt like an idiot, thinking he was coming back all those years."

"You didn't understand and your mum didn't even correct you until you were eleven, so it's not your fault," Fred said gently.

"My mum didn't do anything wrong," she said. "She just didn't know how to tell me and I can't really blame her, although I always wished she told me sooner."

"I'm not saying she did anything wrong, but I'm saying you shouldn't feel stupid," Fred shrugged.

Sara nodded. "I guess this is explaining so much for you."

"What do you mean?" Fred asked. They had stopped next to a bench in the middle of the garden and Fred sat down. Sara sat next to him.

"It explains why I'm so serious and organized and in control of everything. I mean, I found out right before school started that my father wasn't coming back, contrary to my beliefs. Naturally, it would make me unhappy. And I think the reason why I'm so bossy is because I felt like I need to have control over something in my life. I didn't have control over what happened to my father. I would've done anything to stop it from happening."

"It makes perfect sense. You've had it rough and I would be shocked if you didn't react to everything that's happened to you in some way and the way you're reacting makes perfect sense to me," Fred said, his tone comforting.

"Who knew you could be so easy to talk to," Sara said, finally looking at him. The moonlight was lighting up half of his face and throwing the other half into shadow.

Fred smiled. "I knew that. You didn't, though, because you never gave me a chance until you were forced to. You would have never had a serious conversation with me if we hadn't been grouped together."

"Maybe I was a little judgmental," Sara said. "I'm finding out that you're more than just a careless, annoying prankster."

"Continue," Fred smirked.

Sara sighed. "I mean, you actually are considerate. What you said at the restaurant about knowing how far to take pranks? I never knew you thought about that, like I said. Also, you listened to me and didn't make a joke out of my story."

"Why would I?"

"That's another thing I learned about you. You actually can take things seriously. And you are smart, both you and George. The sketch George showed you on the plane was great, and you're already planning to get your own shop one day. You have dreams and goals and I don't doubt that one day you will own a joke shop. Me, on the other hand, I have no idea where I'm going with my life."

"First of all," Fred said. "You really mean what you just said about me? And secondly, what do you mean you don't know where you're going with your life?"

"Yes, I meant it," she said, "and I mean that I don't know what I want to do when I leave school. We're supposed to meet with the heads of houses later in the year. You know that, don't you? We're supposed to talk about career options. I've always wanted to be an Auror. Ever since I found out about my dad, but-,"

"But?" Fred prodded.

"I don't know if I'd be any good at it."

"Oh come on, who are you kidding?" Fred asked loudly, making Sara jump slightly. "You'd be great!"

"You think so?" she asked, blushing. Why was she blushing? That couldn't be a good sign. Fred Weasley had complimented her and she was blushing. Good thing it was dark out.

"I know so," Fred answered. "And if that didn't work out for you, you'd always be welcome to work in the joke shop."

"You don't even have one yet," she rolled her eyes.

"Yes, but you said yourself that you don't doubt that George and I will open one. If and when we do, you're welcome to work with us if being an Auror doesn't work out."

"Well, thanks," she said, smiling a half smile again. "Can you imagine me working in a joke shop though?"

"It depends on how well Operation Fun goes," Fred answered, nudging her knee with his.

Sara felt her stomach flutter. Oh dear, this was bad. She wasn't an idiot. She knew what blushing and stomach flutters meant. She swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Why were George and Katie acting so weird inside?" she asked.

Fred rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you mean? Weird how? They weren't acting weird."

"I just meant why did they insist on putting everything away and why did they look so smug and why did George wiggle his eyebrows at you?"

"He probably just wanted to be alone with Katie," Fred shrugged. "They're probably in there right now glued at the lips. It might not be safe to go in just yet."

Sara sniffed and stood up, regaining her usual take-charge manner. "Well, I think they've had plenty of time alone by now. Plus, we live here too. We don't have to wait outside so they can exchange saliva." She marched off towards the house again. When she reached the back door she flung it open, making enough noise to give George and Katie a fair warning in case they were attached at the mouth. Truthfully, she didn't want to see that.

When she reached the kitchen with Fred on her heels, Katie and George were actually sitting at the kitchen table, mugs of tea cradled in their hands, talking in whispers. They stopped talking when they saw Fred and Sara.

Sara shot Fred a look that was a mix between annoyance and amusement. "It appears to be all clear of saliva in here," she said.

"Lucky for us," Fred grinned.

"How was your walk outside?" Katie asked cheerfully. George was sharing a look with Fred. Sara couldn't read their expressions, but she knew they were silently communicating.

"It was fine," Sara answered. She stuck her hands in her pockets and not until her finger bumped it did she remember the spider and her plan to put it in Fred's bed.

"Do you two want tea?" Katie asked. "We made a little extra just in case."

"Yeah, that'll be great," Fred said, sitting down next to George.

"Yeah," Sara nodded. "I'm just going to go put my pajamas on first, though."

Katie nodded as she stood up to get the tea.

Sara took the stairs two at a time, smirking the whole way. She went to Fred and George's room first, pulling the spider out of her pocket as she pushed the door open. There were two beds in the room and she just had to figure out which one was Fred's. The twins' trunks were lying at the foot of their beds, open, with the contents lying messily inside.

Slowly, Sara pulled the cover of the trunk nearest the door down a little bit so she could see the top. It had a big 'G' on it, so that meant it was George's and the bed by the window was Fred's. She tiptoed over to the bed and, careful to not mess up the sheets, slid her hand under them and put the spider in the middle of the bed, where Fred would definitely see it when he went to sleep that night.

She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing as she entered her own room next door and changed into her pajamas; green and purple striped pajama pants and a lavender colored short sleeved pajama shirt. They had been a Christmas gift from her mum one year.

Once Sara had composed herself and was positive she wouldn't laugh, she made her way downstairs. It looked like Fred's Operation Fun plan was working, although, no, this was just getting revenge on him for causing the scene at the restaurant. He was not rubbing off on her and she was not falling for him. Although, her fluttering stomach was telling her otherwise.

"What took you so long?" Katie asked when Sara returned to the kitchen.

Sara shrugged. "I didn't know I took a long time."

"Your tea is ready," Katie pointed to the steaming mug.

"Thanks," Sara sat down next to Katie and across from Fred. They silently drank their tea.

"So," George broke the silence. "Our first day in the Muggle world is over and we didn't expose ourselves-,"

"-get hurt-," continued Fred.

"—or hurt anyone else," George concluded.

"I'd say it was a productive day," Katie grinned.

"What about you, Sara? Was today productive by your standards?" Fred asked.

She looked up and met his twinkling blue eyes. Remembering the spider, she smiled. "Oh, yes, today was very productive."

"Good," he smiled. His smile sent Sara's stomach fluttering again. Curse those stupid stomach butterflies. She decided right then that the spider was also a way to get back at him for doing this to her, even though he didn't know he was doing it.

After they had finished their tea, they climbed the stairs to go to bed. George and Katie kissed goodnight, while Fred and Sara awkwardly stared at each other.

"Well, um, goodnight," Fred said, with a small wave.

"Goodnight," Sara answered. Her stomach was jumping, but this time from anxiety. She couldn't wait to see what Fred would do when he found the spider.

She said goodnight to Katie and George before disappearing into her room. She would probably be able to hear Fred if he yelled since his room was right next door. Smirking, she walked to her own bed and pulled back the covers. When she did, she let out a scream before putting a hand to her chest to calm her racing heart.

The spider was in her bed. How? That wasn't possible! Fred hadn't come upstairs once since she had planted the spider in his bed. He didn't even know she had taken it with her, let alone put it in his bed. He couldn't have known. And if he had used magic, they would've been visited by the professor already and she would have hexed Fred halfway around the world for using magic.

She grabbed the fake spider and it was then that she heard a yell from Fred and George's room, but she vaguely registered it. She flung open her bedroom door, spider still in hand and ran into the hallway. Apparently, Fred had been about to pay her a visit, just like she had been about to pay him one, because they smashed into each other and fell to the floor in a heap.

"How?" Sara spluttered, holding up the spider. George had appeared in the doorway to his and Fred's room and was looking down at them with an amused expression.

"You did this?" Fred asked, holding up his own spider.

"I—what? How did you-? I found this in my bed." She dangled her own spider in his face.

"I put that there earlier today when I came into your room to check the map," Fred said. "But this was you?" He held up his spider again.

"What is going on?" Katie asked, opening her bedroom door. She did a double take at Fred and Sara lying on the floor.

Sara then realized that she was lying right on top of Fred. Blushing, she rolled off of him and sat cross legged next to him.

"I'd like to know what's going on," Fred said, sitting up. "George claims it wasn't him, so it was either you or Katie who planted this spider in my bed," Fred said, sitting up.

"It was me," Sara said quietly. She looked up to see all three of the others blinking at her, looking shocked. "What? Why are you all staring at me?"

"You really did put this in my bed? You were pranking me?" Fred asked, his eyes widening.

"No, I was getting revenge on you for what happened at the restaurant. You caused a real commotion."

"No, this was a prank," Fred said, his voice awed.

"Well, maybe, but it was for revenge purposes."

"One of the best and most common prank purposes," Fred smirked. "Sara, I am so proud of you."

Sara was blushing again. She wished she could have a talk with her hormones and her blood vessels to put a stop to all this blushing.

"So I guess this means your plan is working," Katie said with a laugh.

"Oh, it is most definitely working," Fred answered. He stood up and held out a hand to Sara. Still blushing, she took it and let him pull her up. He didn't let her hand go, but just looked at her with his head tilted and his expression unreadable.

"Well, I'm going to bed," Katie said slowly, backing into her room and closing the door.

"Yeah, I'll meet you in there, Fred," George added, going back into his room, but leaving the door open.

"Why are you staring at me?" Sara said, her voice coming out in a whisper.

"No reason, it's just…"

"What?"

Fred shook his head. "It's nothing." He let her hand go and turned to go into his room. Sara did the same, but paused in the doorway.

"Fred?" she said.

"Yes?" he turned back to look at her.

She threw the spider in her hand back at him and he caught it. "You're a bad influence on me." She saw him smile as she went into her room and shut the door. She leaned up against the door and slid down to the ground, her head full of thoughts.

As much as she wanted to deny it, she had a pretty good feeling that she was falling for the redheaded, freckled prankster in the room next door.