The Practical Joke
Chapter 3
"Um," said Fred, eyebrows raised, looking away from Parvati, "What are you two doing?"
Hermione and Ron, laughing hysterically, were still on the floor, Ron on top of Hermione. They were gazing fixedly at each other, and it seemed to Fred that they didn't quite notice what position they were in and how odd it would look to McGonagall if she walked in at that moment. Hermione managed to stop laughing for a second and whispered, "Um, Ron, you're crushing me."
"Right-o mate," said Ron, rolling over onto his back, then realized that he had just said "right-o mate."
"Um," said Fred, "Perhaps you didn't hear me, kiddos. Ronny, why were you on top of Hermione."
Ron ran his hands through his hair nervously, "I dunno...It just kind of...happened."
"Ronny, don't you know that Bill was one of those things that 'just kind of happened?"
Having succeeded in embarrassing Hermione and Ron in front of all of Gryffindor, Fred returned his attention to Parvati. The only time he had ever tried to kiss a girl was after the Yule Ball. Since his 'Weasley charm' made Angelina recoil in fear, Fred assumed that Parvati would have a similar reaction. He grabbed her by the waist and did his best to sweep her off her feet, quickly kissing her, as he expected her to run away screaming. She threw him off course yet again. In fact, Fred found that he didn't want to break off the kiss.
"Why am I snogging a girl?" thought Fred, "I'm a Weasley twin! Weasley twins don't snog girls!"
But then his mind wandered yet again to the Yule Ball. George seemed perfectly keen to snog Alicia, so Fred supposed that snogging Parvati wasn't completely illegal. But why was he enjoying it? Up until now, he would rather throw dungbombs at girls than kiss them.
"Well," said George, causing Fred to reluctantly
break off his kiss, "Looks like ickle Freddie has finally
hit puberty...As for you, Ronny, there's no shame in being a late
bloomer".
***
Instead of brooding over being embarrassed in front of all the
Gryffindors twice in five minutes by his beloved brothers, he
had something else to dominate his thoughts--Hermione. He saw
the way she had looked at him while they were on the floor; was
that wishful thinking? Maybe. Maybe not.
I'm very tempted to have the next chapter a song fic. Fred
n George'll start a punk gargage band and sing Sum 41's Fat Lip
or The Offspring's "Original Prankster" while dancing
the Hampster dance. Oh, and thanks to all the people who reviewed
positively. I had a really crappy week (which is why I'm only
just now posting), and you guys made it a lot easier to get through!!!
:) fluff fluff fluff...
