Small correction in the last chapter:
Hey guys I realized that I wanted to write about the twin's birthday celebration but messed up by writing in the previous chapter that there's simply a month to go before the last task (The last task's on 24th of June, you see). So I've changed it to 'almost three months'. :)
Fred, George and Lee were huddled together at a desk in their dorm room, with a fat book open in the middle, engrossed in reading.
And that is never a good sign.
Splendid hexes or ingenious pranks are sure to follow shortly after that.
"Got it.." Fred muttered with a hint of triumph in his low voice, "Stinging hex combined with ton tongue toffee will make his lips swell to the size of Hagrid's relatives.."
"And he'll be mute for at least two months.." Lee muttered, reading the lines under the title 'stinging hex', "If the hex is aimed at his mouth,"
"Ah, perfect hitback prank...make his lips so huge that he could kiss twenty girls at a time..." George said, smirking.
"So.." Fred's voice taking that usual business-like tone whenever he outlines the steps to take while executing a prank, "What we've got to do is hex the ton tongue toffee, which'll alter the engorgement charm in it, which affects the tongue, and make it affect the lips instead. But this effect will wane after 24 hours..so we'll have to make MacMillan eat it within the time-limit.."
Lee and George nodded determinedly.
"I'm all support, mate.." Lee said.
"So now we've got to find out a way to force the toffee somehow into his mouth.." George said.
"Without revealing our identities.." Fred said.
"How are we going to do that?" Lee asked.
"We'll find out a way.." Fred said. He had an idea in his head about that, and was planning to find out tonight in their secret room if it would work or not.
...
I want you to turn into our bedroom..with vials of polyjuice potion on the nightstand... Fred thought with all his might as he paced back and forth in front of the blank stretch of wall on the seventh floor that night after half past midnight.
The familiar highly polished door appeared, and George gripped the brass handle and pushed open the door.
"Yeah..." they both drawled triumphantly as they saw vials of polyjuice potion sitting on the nightstand beside their bed.
"I knew it..I knew this room can actually give us anything we want, Georgie.."
They had unwittingly wished for a bathroom once, and a door had appeared swiftly in the room, which opened into a stunning, sparkling red-and-white themed bathroom which surpassed the grandeur of even the prefect's bathroom. And once, George had simply said he wished to have a coffee in the middle of the night, and a piping hot cup had promptly appeared on the nightstand.
About a dozen vials filled with mud-like liquid sat on the nightstand, and Fred happily pocketed a few of them.
"And now we need three girls' school robes..." Fred said, thought for it hard, and they appeared, folded neatly, hung on his right arm.
"Crikey..if this room could give us polyjuice potion and girls' robes..then.." Fred began with a sly grin.
George's eyes widened with almost a childlike enthusiasm.
"I know what you're saying! Wait..let me think...hmm.." George closed his eyes and puckered his lips in concentration, and Fred smiled when he saw vials filled with silver-coloured Hiccupping potion appearing on the nightstand.
"Well done, baby.." Fred grinned, "you've earned ten kisses.." and he leaned closer and actually gave him ten pecks on his lips, putting down his fingers and counting off his kisses.
George let out a playful growl and pounced on him, knocking him down onto their bed, "And you've earned one nice humping!" George laughed as he sat on him swiftly unbuttoning his shirt.
"I want an ice-cube.." George said, his face screwed up in concentration, and one promptly appeared on his palm.
Fred was grinning broadly in anticipation, "Looks like you're in your 'mood'.."
"I want a blind-fold.." George said.
Fred could hear his heart singing with joy as a blindfold appeared in his love's hand.
"Looks like I'm about to have the time of my lif-.."
"Tonight, you'll feel rather see the thirst in my eyes while I make love to you, baby..." George whispered while blind-folding him.
And Fred did have the most wonderful time of his life after that.
"Man..when did you nick these potions and girls' robes?" Lee asked with awe the next morning as they set out for the breakfast. He had admiration mixed with confusion as they showed him the vials of polyjuice and hiccupping potions that morning in their dorm.
"That's a Weasley secret.." Fred winked, "We're as good tricksters as pranksters if you haven't forgotten.."
"Your cousin Mike has a good experience of it.." George smiled.
They had tricked Mike two years ago at King's Cross by selling him a vial of phlegm-reducing potion while insisting that it was antidote for tarantula poison, and had been tricking him ever since with their joke-stuffs.
Ah, karma..Fred thought as Bagman's rotund form flitted across his mind once.
Fred shook his vague thoughts and said, "So here's the plan; we'll polyjuice into some girls..preferably pint-sized third year girls, cause the robes are of roughly that size..give him the toffees with a sexy smile, while making sure that he is with someone, so that when Madam Pomfrey accuses us of the doing..the one who was with him can bear witness that it was some girls and not us..since MacMillan won't be in a condition to speak.."
Lee eyed Fred with renewed respect, "You are a genius, bozo.."
That evening, while walking through the entrance hall toward their common room, they casually walked close by a group of third year girls, acting as though they were deep in some conversation and had no idea where they were heading, banged into a few girls, plucked the first strand of hair they could get hold of in the hullabaloo that ensued, arranged their expression to that of sheepishly apologetic after they disentangled themselves from them and straightened, and muttered their apologies (but the girls didn't really mind being banged into, in fact they looked thrilled).
Once in their dorm, they started working on the ton tongue toffees. They hexed them with stinging-hex and wrapped them in brightly coloured coverings.
"Get ready to get fucked, MacMillan.." Lee yelled his cliché-line.
"Extra-large lips for extra-pleasurable kissing.." George grinned.
"And troll-like grunting to express his pleasure for another two months.." Fred added.
Next day was the big day...
MacMillan was going to pay really, really terribly for messing with them...
Messing with Fred to be more precise...
That morning, they made their way to the boys' bathroom, the girls' robes magically reduced to tiny sizes and tucked away in their robes, and after making sure it was empty, they bustled in, locked the door from inside, and Fred took out three vials of the mud-like polyjuice potion from his robes.
"Alright, then.." he breathed, "Give me the hair.."
It was the first time they were polyjuicing into girls. They had polyjuiced into three seventh year boys in their second year to trick their way into Hogsmeade, and had been successful, with a little help from Marauders Map through which they found the secret stairs behind the one-eyed witch which led the way to Hogsmeade.
Lee carefully took out strands of strawberry blonde, black and chestnut-brown hair from a little pencil box, and handed it to Fred, who took them, and dropped each into the three vials.
The potion immediately began to froth and hiss, then cleared down to light pink, lavender, and red-geranium shades.
Fred handed the light pink to George, lavender to Lee, and was left with the geranium-shade for himself.
"C'mon, then.." Fred said, grinning, and tipped the contents into his mouth, and Lee and George followed suit.
It tasted off-putting, and then he immediately felt the transformation taking place.
He was shrinking in height and size, his face was stretching and shrinking at various places, his hair grew longer, less silkier but more thicker, the red slowly darkened into chestnut-brown, his chest felt funny as he grew small, rounded breasts, and then he felt his waist becoming thinner and curvier.
He looked at the other two, and saw that they were the exact replicas of the girls they collided with yesterday.
"Who's George..?" Fred's voice came out as high-pitched and girly, and then giggled at his own voice. Wait..I did not mean to giggle! But his usual baritone laughter sounded like girly titters.
"Me!" squeaked the strawberry blonde girl, whose hair fell in light waves up to her shoulders. She had a small, pert nose, thin lips, pewter-grey eyes, rather weak chin and small, but curvy frame. She was giggling uncontrollably, and Fred thought that the girl looked beautiful since she her mannerisms were exactly like George.
And the curly black-haired, olive-skinned, heart-shape faced, dreadfully thin girl with little or no curves was clutching her sides and laughing with a tinkling sound, "You look sexy, Fred.." she laughed, then gave a flirtatious wink.
"And you look like a skank, git.." Fred said, but had a light-hearted grin on his face.
"Alright, we have one hour with us to corner MacMillan and give him our 'heavy treat".." Fred said (God, it felt extremely odd to speak with that girly tone), pulled out the shrunk girl's-robes from his pocket, and expanded it back to its normal size.
He felt no shame while stripping to his boxers in front of Lee since he was displaying the brown haired girl's assets quite flamboyantly, not his. (Lee and George too seemed at ease to display their bodies shamelessly; Lee, Fred was shocked, actually had the courtesy to not ogle at the girls' bodies, and was changing into his girl's robes hastily).
"Okay, then.." Fred piped girlishly, "Lets go.."
And they exited the bathroom excitedly, giggling with thrill.
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