'Lo everyone! Just a heads-up this time, I'm afraid; no ramblings. XD Okay, maybe a little. Anywho, since some people have an obvious aversion to McGonagal/Dumbledore and other non-cannon couples, I shall be posting them under another story after this one (AH! After this one? How is that possible? It shall never end! XD Denial's not just a river in Egypt.). The said story shall be called "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Presents: The Non-Cannonicals", which, as the title suggests, shall have all the non-cannon couples. I think I'm going to put up my previous chapters for Voldy/Bella and Neville/Luna too. It shall make the non-cannon people happy. XD Thank you for listening, and even though I know that some of you don't like non-cannon (which I can agree to, since I;ve had some nasty experiences with non-cannon. *shiver* There's only so much mention of Sirius/Hermione one can stand before praying to the porcelain god. XD), it'll be mostly humor. So read it (if you want), and feel free to flame. I respect your reviews, always. And yes, I am being Sirius. PADS IS IN DA HOUSE! XD Just a reminder, but this is right after the Harry/Ginny chapter. 'Tis vital to the plot...muhahaha...shutting up now, okay.

Disclaimer: I don't think I'm going to own ANYTHING after this new story; because JK's going to murder me in my sleep for playing with her characters. XD *keels over* It appears I might have miscalculated the time. Pity.

Chapter 13: Bill and Fleur

Fred came back into the dining room immediately after Harry and Ginny left. He looked around, peeked under the table cloth for good measure, then motioned George in; you never could be too careful when rabid fan girls could attack at any moment. Like wolves, or Percy confronted with cauldron restrictions, they attacked to KILL. George hurried into the room, and they shared a nod. Suddenly, they simultaneously drew their fake wands and began to play rubber chicken, metal parrot, and plastic goose to see who won the honor of getting back the film with their precious pictures on them. Fred and George waved their wands at the same time, and the results were...

"Bloody damn." George muttered, looking at his rubber chicken in a disappointed manner as Fred sniggered and pranced about chanting rude victory jingles. Fred had gotten a plastic goose, which beat the rubber chicken.

"Fine. Hurry up, then!" George said, then kicked Fred to get his arse into gear. Fred held his buttocks in shock and looked over at his twin.

"B-but I thought I was your friiiiiiiieeeeeennnnnnndddd, Georgie!" said Fred, sidling up and looking at George with large, doleful eyes while still holding his arse. George shivered with disgust and shoved him towards the doorway.

"Fine," Fred said, turning away and starting to open the door to the sitting room. "I'll go, you traitor." He then blew a big raspberry and closed the door after himself. George looked disbelievingly at the door for a moment, then shook his head and started to plan...

Meanwhile, Fred, who was unnoticed by everyone in the room, as mum and dad had already gone to bed (mum had a break down after Percy turned out to be a prat...AGAIN), Ickle Ronnikins was reading (yes, reading) Quidditch Through the Ages, Bill and Fleur were...ahem...occupied, and Harry and Ginny were playing exploding snap. AHA! The film was sticking out of Ginny's back pocket. A simple non-verbal summoning charm should do the trick. Fortunately, Fred was right, as two minutes later the cards that Harry and Ginny were playing with exploded and he got a chance to summon the film. He then made a tactful retreat.

"Who're we going to get this time, my devilishly handsome twin?" asked Fred, juggling the film, a trick wand, and a stack of cards that kept mysteriously flickering back and forth between visible and invisible. George looked up from his calculations and stared furtively at the pack of cards that Fred was juggling. Two seconds of silence later, and the cards exploded. Fred was left with a still-smiling, yet slightly blackened face minus the eyebrows.

"Lovely. And I was thinking that we could hit Bill and Fleur next; they never pass up a chance to snog." George said, and Fred snorted while growing his eyebrows back.

"Brilliant! More photos for the collection, eh Georgie?" Fred said, leaning in to help with the plan.

Later, when the Chosen One, Ickle Ronnikins, and Gingersnap had gone to bed, Fred and George snuck out into the sitting room once more and dove behind an inconspicuous arm chair. They needn't have bothered, because Bill and Fleur (who were stillat it) wouldn't have noticed if Hagrid himself sat on the end of their couch; catapulting them off. The twins simultaneously rolled their eyes, and George levitated the magic mistletoe above the snogging mound's heads. The snogging mound payed no mind to the plant that was above their heads. They didn't even flinch when the blasted thing began hitting their heads. Fred finally got tired of it and separated them with magic. It was probably the only thing that would work; they were so bloody oblivious. Bill and Fleur looked confused for a moment, then looked up. Fleur blushed prettily and Bill grinned. Fred and George merely shook their heads sadly.

Bill took Fleur in his arms (just like in those Fifi LaFolle novels that Ginny read from time to time) and said, "I love you, Fleur."

Fleur looked blissful (and soppy) and replied, "I love you too, Bill." Fred and George made the "gag me" gesture in unison, and Bill leaned down to snog Fleur.

Bill's P.O.V.

How did I ever get this lucky? Mmm...speaking of which...

Fleur's P.O.V.

Oh, Bill! 'Ow romantic! Mmm...

No one's P.O.V

Snap!

Fred and George shuddered as Bill and Fleur rolled onto the floor, and quickly took down the mistletoe and vacated the room.

Eenglish lessons, indeed.

XD I always wanted to write that last line. Ah, so epic. Anyways, I was just hoping that I could reach 150 reviews for this story. It would make me veeeeeeery happy! XD So review, if you please! Next chapter's going to be Cho/Cedric. Oh my. I think that it's the last chapter, unless anyone has anymore ideas. Ah! Oh well, there's always the non-cannonicals. XD

-Miriflowers