The Misadventures of the Weasley Brothers
by
FireValkyrie

Chapter 9: Unfair Odds

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Fred gave Live a wicked grin before he and his twin quickly disappeared inside the house. She took a perfunctory bite of her chicken as her mind whirled. Considering Kelena wasn't really in her room, the Gryffindor would be safe as far as the twinkle-twins were concerned. But if she was…

Live thought hard of some excuse or reason to go and search out Kel, and apparently, it showed on her face.

"Are you okay, Live?"

"Hn?!" came the quick reply.

Ginny slightly furrowed her brow. "You look like you're in pain or something. Are you alright from this afternoon?"

Live relaxed her face and tried for a smile. "Just thinking," she said, trying to alleviate the younger girl's worry.

"Don't worry, Gin, she usually looks that way when she's thinking," Kara said chipperly through a mouthful of food.

Live glared at her, but it went wasted on her sugar-pistol sister, so she continued with her dinner and tried to think up a plan.

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"Knock-knock."

"Diii-ner!" a cheerful voice sang through the door of the room Kelena was designated to. The twins looked from one to the other with impish smirks. You didn't have to be mind-reading twins to know that this was time for revenge for the terry-cloth lives of Mr. Snuggles and Mr. Bunnykins.

"Kelena! Din-din!" Fred sang mockingly as his twin suppressed snickers.

"Come in," they heard through the door, only to see Kelena-- was that Kelena?-- sitting on the edge of the bed watching them intently.

Both twins openly gaped. What was she wearing?! Did that even qualify as clothing?! How was that able to stay on her body?! And since when did her breasts suddenly jump out at you and demand your attention?! Like I-MAX?!

Kel grinned to herself as she easily read the expressions on the twin's faces. Oh, they'd taken notice of her little 'changes', as it were. Ha! Men! They were all the same. Hermione was right. And now she had them right where she wanted them. By Godric, being a Metamorphmagus rocked!

"Did you want something?" Kelena asked innocently as the twins still gaped at her.

George quickly snapped out of it. "Dinner," he more than mumbled as he encouraged his twin to give her her sustenance with a swift shove. They were obviously out of their element, and the tables had suddenly turned.

Fred's gawking was more than what one would define as lacking shame, and he quickly brought the plate to a side-table and set it down, trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. Kelena looked- and he had to admit it- far more tantalizing than he could possibly hope to ignore. What was she playing at? Then again, it wasn't like she had known they were coming up. Did their plan of teasing the girls with pet-names go too far, and now this was the result? Did they think they liked them now? Seemed more like a reward than punishment, and yet he had to remind himself that she was the enemy, the demon-cat owner, and that currently, they had to get revenge out of the way.

George wasn't quite sure what was going on, but the way his twin seemed distracted- or entranced- plus the fact that Kelena herself wasn't exactly an eyesore, worried him more than ever. She looked well enough (translation: exciting and thoroughly delectable) to be out and about and he knew at that moment he'd be no help to his twin in exacting this revenge. His expertise was annoying the Slytherin Snake Queen herself, and making her taste sweet revenge for being in league with the evil cat owner, not trying to formulate plans of attack on a scantily-clad woman and fellow Gryffindor. This was twelve kinds of wrong.

It definitely complicated things a bit, but he had no doubt his twin could effectively handle any and all set-backs. He started to slowly back out of the room, and subsequently caught Kelena's eye in the process.

She slowly smiled and took pride in the fact that she already had one twin retreating from battle. "Oh, wait, I just want to thank you for bringing up dinner," she said as she walked towards him, hips seeming to sway even more than usual with the support of sinfully clingy clothing.

She got very close as Fred just watched from the back-angle, rather enjoying the view and staying stock-still, hypnotized by the sight before him and unable to think of anything coherent, like coming to the aid of his twin. George, however, panicked and backed up.

"That's okay…Um-I--enjoy dinner!" he said quickly and shot out of the room, the door coming almost to a full close with the quickness of his retreat.

Kel grinned to herself. One down, one to go. If she could only keep them guessing and afraid of the power of her "womanly appeals", then she and Live might just get the upper hand yet.

"Fred, I'd like to thank you, too. It's so nice of you to bring me dinner, and I wasn't feeling at all well-enough to come down. It's the nicest thing you've done since I've been here." She almost laughed at how cheesy that sounded, like a bad porno, and she smiled a million-dollar smile and came to stand right before him, taking notice of the way his eyes followed the movements of her body. Oh, he'd be putty in her hands and revenge would be exacted before they left for Grimmauld Place.

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"And then she got up and stood on the mirrored-table to get away. It was funny 'cause neither of us realized it at the time, but once she realized the table reflected her-- all of her, mind you-- she flipped out and shrieked 'Oh no! You can see!'"

Ginny laughed at Kara's re-telling of one of Live's more embarrassing moments at home involving escape from the vacuum cleaner ("But why does it suck, Kara?") and a coffee table whose surface was a mirror. Little to say, Live didn't wear nightshirts without underwear anymore.

At least when standing on tables…

"But the funny thing was that it happened again not a month later, didn't it, Live?" Kara asked with sugared-enthusiasm. She grinned largely at her sister, and realized she hadn't been silenced from the telling for three reasons: one, Ginny was Live's prodigy, and needed to know everything and anything that can go wrong even if you are an Official Sexpert; two, She had kept her voice low enough so that the incident was heard only by Ginny; and three, Live wasn't really paying attention anyway.

"Live?" Kara poked her with her fork.

"What?!" Live spat, more startled for being raised from her musings than for being forked.

Kara grinned, and momentarily ignored the irritated Slytherin as George made his way back outside and to the table, looking a bit addled and absent his twin. Kara turned back to Live before George had caught Live's eye and attention, and informed her with a lofty voice, "I just told Ginny about 'you can see!'"

Live frowned slightly, but didn't actually care about it until George brought her attention to him.

"You can see what?" he asked, a little more than intrigued. "Are we talking about your birthmark?"

"I swear I'll kill you slowly and painfully…" she drifted off, trying to figure out which twin this was and what type of threat to make. Granted, they'd known the twins for a few years, but those two always managed to keep her guessing. She hoped Kelena wasn't stuck with the evil twin, one-on-one. He was too much for her to handle, let alone the 'evil cat owner'. Which one was she glaring at?

And the worst of it: beneath her study of him, George knew she was trying to figure out which he was. Eeeexcellent!

"George, dear, where's your brother?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she scooped more broccoli onto Ron's plate. He made a disgusted face and whispered to Harry about magicking them away.

"He thought he shouldn't let Kelena dine alone," he told her, wishing she hadn't given up the game so easily to Live. "You know, rather un-gentlemanly and all, mum. Can't be rude to our guests."

Suspicion briefly clouded Mrs. Weasley's eyes, but was quickly wiped away by a visibly beaming pride. She didn't know what got into her boys lately, but they were acting so much more grown up that she wouldn't question such a mother's gift. Must be the influence of all the girls to impress in the house…

Live, however, wasn't fooled so easily, and grew nervous beneath his knowing grin. So they'd found Kelena! And now she was left to the mercy of Fred! Not that she couldn't handle herself, but either one of those twins were large enough and strong enough (not to mention wickedly mischievous enough) to take on any two guys, so even though the odds were one-to-one, Kel was outnumbered.

She drummed her fingers on the table in apprehension as she forced herself to take another two bites of her meal, and quickly grabbed an empty glass, filling it with juice and standing up, excusing herself.

"Kel doesn't have anything to drink, so I'll bring her up something while I go pack," Live announced to Mrs. Weasley. "Dinner was lovely, by the way."

She smiled. "Thank you dear. Remember, we don't leave until late, so no hurry," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile as Live quickly got up and dashed inside. The look on George's face had been priceless as she left, and it hurried her all the more.

Now the odds will be more fair…she thought as she climbed the stairs, draining most of the juice so she could move faster.

It was a good thing too. There were quick footfalls behind her, and it all but made her abandon the juice and speed up the stairs as fast as she could, not having to guess who her pursuer was.

But of course, he had longer legs, was faster, stronger, and heavier than she, and grappling her from behind, they both fell with a 'THUD' to the upstairs hall floor. And for the second time that day, Live was pinned beneath George Weasley.

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Kelena sat down at the table set with her dinner as she eyed Fred with curiosity. Oh this was too much! The look on his face made her beam with womanly pride and evil pleasure. She was doing a service to woman-kind, for woman-kind, and she'd teach Fred a lesson alright.

She delicately took the soups she had on her plate and set one in front of her, the other in front of Fred. "You know, it's rude to eat alone," she explained beguilingly, offering him the second bowl of hot soup. She didn't care if it was less her dinner. This was revenge! And besides, she had the yummier soup in her opinion, so it didn't matter.

She smiled sweetly and picked up her spoon, nonchalantly eating as Fred just gaped at her, watching her in wonder. He tried to make his hand work and grasp his own spoon while watching her eat her own soup with relish. The way she ate that soup and used that spoon should be illegal! Her lips appreciatively caressing the spoon, her obvious delight in the tastiness of the food, the yummy noises she made…

Kel inwardly grinned. She was well aware of the effect she was having on Fred, and it made her utmostly proud. Just look at the trouble he was having working his spoon! A simple spoon! This was going to be brilliant.

She smirked and took another spoonful of soup, relishing it with delight. Fred was obviously suffering because of her antics. If he wasn't careful with that spoon, he'd spill the whole-

"OW! HOT!!" Fred shouted as he spilt the remnants of his soup all over his shirt. He jumped up and tried holding the shirt away from him as the soup cooled from burning to just wet and soppy. Kelena grinned at his self-inflicted punishment. Oh yes, things were going well.

"Oh, look at you! We'd better take care of that," she said with well-feigned concern, getting up from her seat and saucily coming to stand before him. By the look on his face, his wet shirt was the last thing he was concerned about at the moment.

Get a grip on yourself! he thought as his eyes became glued to her hips. Remember what you're here for!! Destroy the enemy! The succulent, gloriously under-clad enemy…

He nodded as Kelena came to stand in front of him, a seductive smirk on her face. Saying a silent prayer of gratitude to Hermione for such wicked ideas, she enacted the plan for Fred's embarrassment. "We can't let you stay in that soup-sodden shirt!" She freely played with his collar and allowed her fingers to drift to his buttons. He was too shell-shocked to do anything but- hell, let her do what she wished. "This has to come off."

"Uh-huh," he agreed with bewilderment as she pushed him back into his chair. She grinned. Excellent. As soon as she had his shirt off (or at least fully unbuttoned) she was going to throw him out of the room, reeking of cold minestrone and bereft of his dignity, exposing him to the questions and suspicions of everyone else downstairs. It didn't sound like that great of a plan, but what could he do in retaliation? And what would he dare tell his twin? 'Hey Fred! What happened to you?!' 'Well geez, George, Kelena (as defenseless as she was) sort of seduced me and I spilt scalding soup all over myself and basically made an arse of myself. How are you doing?'

He wouldn't dare bother to get any payback after this. Who would admit they botched a revenge-plan and made a fool of themselves in the process? Certainly not the famed pranksters they thought themselves to be. And with the prospect that this little incident could be thrown back in their faces, Kelena was unquestionably certain that this would be the end of their little war.

Tragically, she hadn't factored in the problem of a well-defined Quidditch-toned Fred Weasley chest at her fingertips.

Unbuttoning his soiled shirt wasn't the least of her problems. Once she got the damp thing free from his skin, she was instantly mesmerized by the large expanse of heavenly man-chest. She subconsciously allowed her fingers to make first contact, and although she was herself having trouble keeping with her plan, she didn't fail to take notice that Fred was squirming in his seat, gripping the chair to keep his control and hands off her while she pretended to deal with his sopping shirt. He was gripping it so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

She removed her fingers reluctantly ('please, just one more feel!') from his chest to enact the second part of the plan, which was breaking his self-control. Her pleased intake of breath as she viewed him sitting there, bare-chested and quite a sight, didn't go unnoticed by Fred, who was subsequently released from her spell by her appreciation.

His eyes momentarily strayed from her chest- where they'd decided it was the most delightful vacation spot- and he caught the expression in her own eyes; the same one which had been in his this whole time.

Oh! Right! He was supposed to be enacting revenge! Not allowing his eyes a visual feast. Kelena quickly smiled at him before she removed herself from his immediate proximity, messing with things in a dresser as her watched her from behind, bending and busying herself with this and that.

Oh, this was pure torture! She was scantily clad and bending to give him quite a wonderful view. He needed to accomplish some form of revenge and get out of here lest he lose all his control and do something he couldn't take back!

And yet, as he tried to formulate something in his mind, he could keep himself restrained to the chair no more, and approached her bending form from behind, his resolve all but diminished and his hands itching to touch her.

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