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"There she is!" Harry thought. Cho was waiting for Harry outside the door of the Great Hall. She looked like the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. Her black hair was piled on top of her head, showing off her swanlike neck, and the rich color of her dress made her skin seem to glow. Harry walked up to her, grinned broadly, and held out his arm for her, which she accepted, with a small forced smile.
A bit ahead of Harry and Cho, Hermione was trying to convince Ron to read some book, and they were both trying to ignore the fact that they were walking arm in arm. But the conversation felt normal and relaxed them; Ron was now able to look at her without gaping. However, their ease was short- lived. As soon as the two couples walked into the Dance, they were accosted by Fred and George Weasley, Ron's twin brothers.
"We just heard!"
"-sent on a rumor confirmation mission-"
"Are you two really here together?" Fred demanded of Ron and Hermione.
"Umm, yeah." Ron muttered, but he swiftly dropped Hermione's arm.
The twins immediately sprang to action. George energetically shook Ron's hand, congratulating him, while Fred took Hermione's hand and patted it gently, saying, "I'm so sorry!" as if she had lost a relative.
George elbowed Ron in the ribs. "I sure never thought you'd find such a pretty date. How'd you con 'er into it?"
"I didn't-" Ron tried to say, but was soon distracted by what Fred was telling Hermione.
"-want you know that you'll always be welcome at the Burrow, even after you've dumped Ron on his sorry ass."
"What!?" Ron objected, while Hermione giggled.
"Oh, come on, Ron, you don't think you could keep a girl like this!" Fred draped his arm around Hermione's shoulders and indicated her face as if he was showing off a product in a commercial. "Look at her. She can do much better than this, can't you, Hermione?"
She smiled, flattered. "Well."
Fred interrupted her, changing gears entirely. "So when's the wedding?"
In an instant Ron went from indignant to scared silly. All color disappeared from his face and he looked at Fred like he had just turned into a tarantula. "W-wedding!?" he croaked. Ron thought he'd rather be "dumped on his sorry ass."
"Yes, of course wedding." George replied. "You've been dancing around it for, what?, five years now? In fact, Lee Jordan has had a betting pool going for the past three years about when you two would finally figure it out and get together."
"When, not if." Fred pointed out.
"What!?" Hermione's eyes blazed.
"The two of us were even considering selling tickets for the post-Dance fireworks in the Common Room. It would have been a moneymaker, too; everyone remembers your row from after the Yule Ball. You woke up quite a few people." George said.
"Different kind of fireworks this year, hey, Ron?" Fred nudged him and winked. Ron's white face turned bright red, and his expression was one of utter horror.
The twins' rapid-fire jokes moved so quickly that Harry and Cho found themselves looking back and forth between them as if they were at a Muggle tennis match. George was already returning to the wedding idea. "-I mean why not, you know, you two should know each other well enough after five years. Percy and his girlfriend are engaged and they've only been together four."
"Percy's not engaged." Ron corrected him, wondering where George had gotten that idea.
"Right, no, he's not." George admitted. "Guess it's just that much harder for a person as exciting and adventurous as Percy to settle down. Our boring younger brother, on the other hand, might find it quite easy-"
"Hey-" Ron began, offended at being compared to Percy, who found the varying thickness of cauldron bottoms a completely fascinating topic.
But Hermione broke in. "We are NOT engaged." she said, frowning.
"What, called it off again?" Fred looked dismayed. "Is that the third or fourth time this week? Now, George, how can you plan a party for your brother and his fiancé when they can't even decide whether they're engaged or not?"
"Damned if I know, Fred." George replied. "I'm quite fed up with it myself. Party's cancelled. A shame, too. You were going to get some lovely gifts." he told them regretfully.
"Mum will be very disappointed, she was so looking forward to having another prefect in the family." Fred went on.
George changed tactic yet again. "Anyway, at least you two have broken the ice. That's the hard part. Now all you have to do, Ron, is buy her a ring, and before you know it, we'll have nine or ten very smart red-headed babies running around."
"Or would they have auburn hair?" Fred studied the couple.
"B-babies!?" Hermione squeaked, flushed.
"Of course babies." George replied. "Large families are a bit of a Weasley tradition."
"It's on both sides of the family, George." Fred corrected. "I don't think we have an aunt with fewer than five kids."
"Five?" Hermione's eyes were wide with fear.
"Or is it six, Fred?" George asked. "Quite a few sets of twins, too."
"Twins!" Hermione looked panicky, imagining Fred and George at three years.
Fred and George finally seemed to decide that their job was finished; their brother and his date were thoroughly freaked out. They moved on to Harry and Cho, who had amusedly watched the whole exchange, and began talking Quidditch.
a/n: don't you just love Fred and George! Anyway, hope you enjoyed, more coming soon! Please review!!
"There she is!" Harry thought. Cho was waiting for Harry outside the door of the Great Hall. She looked like the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. Her black hair was piled on top of her head, showing off her swanlike neck, and the rich color of her dress made her skin seem to glow. Harry walked up to her, grinned broadly, and held out his arm for her, which she accepted, with a small forced smile.
A bit ahead of Harry and Cho, Hermione was trying to convince Ron to read some book, and they were both trying to ignore the fact that they were walking arm in arm. But the conversation felt normal and relaxed them; Ron was now able to look at her without gaping. However, their ease was short- lived. As soon as the two couples walked into the Dance, they were accosted by Fred and George Weasley, Ron's twin brothers.
"We just heard!"
"-sent on a rumor confirmation mission-"
"Are you two really here together?" Fred demanded of Ron and Hermione.
"Umm, yeah." Ron muttered, but he swiftly dropped Hermione's arm.
The twins immediately sprang to action. George energetically shook Ron's hand, congratulating him, while Fred took Hermione's hand and patted it gently, saying, "I'm so sorry!" as if she had lost a relative.
George elbowed Ron in the ribs. "I sure never thought you'd find such a pretty date. How'd you con 'er into it?"
"I didn't-" Ron tried to say, but was soon distracted by what Fred was telling Hermione.
"-want you know that you'll always be welcome at the Burrow, even after you've dumped Ron on his sorry ass."
"What!?" Ron objected, while Hermione giggled.
"Oh, come on, Ron, you don't think you could keep a girl like this!" Fred draped his arm around Hermione's shoulders and indicated her face as if he was showing off a product in a commercial. "Look at her. She can do much better than this, can't you, Hermione?"
She smiled, flattered. "Well."
Fred interrupted her, changing gears entirely. "So when's the wedding?"
In an instant Ron went from indignant to scared silly. All color disappeared from his face and he looked at Fred like he had just turned into a tarantula. "W-wedding!?" he croaked. Ron thought he'd rather be "dumped on his sorry ass."
"Yes, of course wedding." George replied. "You've been dancing around it for, what?, five years now? In fact, Lee Jordan has had a betting pool going for the past three years about when you two would finally figure it out and get together."
"When, not if." Fred pointed out.
"What!?" Hermione's eyes blazed.
"The two of us were even considering selling tickets for the post-Dance fireworks in the Common Room. It would have been a moneymaker, too; everyone remembers your row from after the Yule Ball. You woke up quite a few people." George said.
"Different kind of fireworks this year, hey, Ron?" Fred nudged him and winked. Ron's white face turned bright red, and his expression was one of utter horror.
The twins' rapid-fire jokes moved so quickly that Harry and Cho found themselves looking back and forth between them as if they were at a Muggle tennis match. George was already returning to the wedding idea. "-I mean why not, you know, you two should know each other well enough after five years. Percy and his girlfriend are engaged and they've only been together four."
"Percy's not engaged." Ron corrected him, wondering where George had gotten that idea.
"Right, no, he's not." George admitted. "Guess it's just that much harder for a person as exciting and adventurous as Percy to settle down. Our boring younger brother, on the other hand, might find it quite easy-"
"Hey-" Ron began, offended at being compared to Percy, who found the varying thickness of cauldron bottoms a completely fascinating topic.
But Hermione broke in. "We are NOT engaged." she said, frowning.
"What, called it off again?" Fred looked dismayed. "Is that the third or fourth time this week? Now, George, how can you plan a party for your brother and his fiancé when they can't even decide whether they're engaged or not?"
"Damned if I know, Fred." George replied. "I'm quite fed up with it myself. Party's cancelled. A shame, too. You were going to get some lovely gifts." he told them regretfully.
"Mum will be very disappointed, she was so looking forward to having another prefect in the family." Fred went on.
George changed tactic yet again. "Anyway, at least you two have broken the ice. That's the hard part. Now all you have to do, Ron, is buy her a ring, and before you know it, we'll have nine or ten very smart red-headed babies running around."
"Or would they have auburn hair?" Fred studied the couple.
"B-babies!?" Hermione squeaked, flushed.
"Of course babies." George replied. "Large families are a bit of a Weasley tradition."
"It's on both sides of the family, George." Fred corrected. "I don't think we have an aunt with fewer than five kids."
"Five?" Hermione's eyes were wide with fear.
"Or is it six, Fred?" George asked. "Quite a few sets of twins, too."
"Twins!" Hermione looked panicky, imagining Fred and George at three years.
Fred and George finally seemed to decide that their job was finished; their brother and his date were thoroughly freaked out. They moved on to Harry and Cho, who had amusedly watched the whole exchange, and began talking Quidditch.
a/n: don't you just love Fred and George! Anyway, hope you enjoyed, more coming soon! Please review!!