A/N: Next few chapters take place during twins' sixth year.
Chapter Eight: Roger Davies
Fred and George shut the compartment door, locked it, and pulled the drapes.
"What's all this?" said Lee.
"Top secret," said George. "Don't want anyone muscling in on our action, do we?"
"No," said Lee, "but the girls'll be round soon--"
"True," said Fred, "but as our Official Best Mate you get to be the first non-Weasley to sample our products."
"Actually, no," said George, looking at Fred. "The first non-Weasley to sample our products was that fat Muggle kid, Harry's cousin. Remember?"
"Oh, yeah," said Fred.
"I'm hurt," said Lee. "You let a fat Muggle try out your stuff before me?"
"Trust us, mate, you did NOT want to be a guinea pig for that particular product," said George.
"Fair enough," said Lee. "So...show me the stuff, already!"
"Without further ado," said Fred dramatically, "George Weasley and Frederick Weasley present to you--"
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!" shouted George. The two of them emptied their bags onto the seat next to Lee.
"Whoa," said Lee, and he immediately began pawing through the lot. He picked up one of the wands.
"A wand?" he said dubiously.
"Give it a wave," said George, arching his eyebrows.
Lee did. The wand burst and turned instantly into squawking rubber chicken. Lee burst into laughter.
"That's brilliant!" he said.
"Not bad, eh?" said Fred proudly. "George did the fake wands. Best fakes I've ever seen. They make Zonko's look like amateur junk."
"Why, thank you, Twin," said George, clapping Fred on the back.
"Mind you," said Fred, his tone going dark, "we would have had more stuff if Mum hadn't binned half of it."
"That reminds me," said Lee, stuffing a piece of Pumpkin Pasty in his mouth. "How'd your mum react to your O.W.L. results?"
Fred scowled. "How do you think she reacted?"
"She went ballistic, of course," said George. "Well, I almost can't blame her. I mean, we DID only get three a piece."
"And we barely scraped a pass in those three," said Fred.
"But she REALLY did her nut when we told her about the plans for the joke shop," said George, sitting down heavily in the seat across from Lee.
"You told her about that already?" said Lee.
"Had to," said Fred. "She wouldn't shut up about the two of us going to the Ministry like Dad and Percy. I mean, don't get me wrong. Dad's great, but who the bloody hell wants to be like Percy?"
"'I'll have that cauldron thickness report on your desk first thing tomorrow, Mr. Crouch!'" George mocked, in a very convincing Percy-like voice. "'Would you like some tea, Mr. Crouch?'"
"'I'd love some tea, Weatherby!"' said Fred, imitating Barty Crouch's voice perfectly.
"Percy's boss loves him so much he doesn't even know his real name," said George dryly.
"Enough about Percy," said Fred. "Sanctimonious git. We both know we're not meant for that stuff. We'll have our joke shop whether Mum likes it or not. We'll be seventeen next April, we'll be of age. Nothing Mum can do to stop us then."
"Amen to that," said George. "Wait, don't eat that!" he added, grabbing Lee's wrist as Lee prepared to pop a Ton-Tongue Toffee in his mouth.
"Why?" said Lee.
"That was the product that we tested on the fat Muggle," said Fred. "And, uh, we haven't exactly figured out the antidote for it, so..."
"Right," said Lee, hurriedly putting the Ton Tongue Toffee back into its wrapper. He turned to Fred and grinned.
"So, Fred," he said jovially. "Found any sweet young thing to take the place of Miss Edgecombe?"
Fred scowled again. "Are you TRYING to put me in a bad mood, Lee?"
"Just wondering," said Lee innocently.
"No," said Fred. "Let's just say that the shame of boffing Marietta has put me off sex for the time being."
"Oh, come on," said Lee. "It couldn't have been that bad."
"At the time?" said Fred. "No. I was getting laid. Now? I'd rather fuck the Giant Squid, thanks."
"Wow," said George. "She really DID do a number on you, didn't she?"
"Whatever," said Fred irritably. "Can we please talk about something else?"
"All right," said Lee quickly. "Hey, have you heard anything about something happening at the school this year?"
Fred seized on the change of subject. "Yeah," he said. "Mum and Dad kept hinting about something. And Bill and Charlie. And Percy of course."
"Percy was being his usual smug self about it," said George.
"What WERE they on about, anyway?" Fred wondered. "And why all the secrecy?"
"Dunno," said Lee. "My parents hinted at it, too, but they wouldn't tell me. Apparently it's this big surprise."
"Well, whatever it is, it had better be good," said Fred.
"Maybe Filch died," said George hopefully.
"Or Snape," said Lee.
A knock on the compartment door interrupted them.
"Who is it?" Lee shouted.
"Open up, Jordan!" said a female voice.
"Ah," said George, looking very pleased as he pulled back the drapes, unlocked the door and opened it.
Alicia Spinnet started to enter the compartment, but George grabbed her and swung her round, dipping her low.
"George!" she shrieked.
"Alicia, my love," said George, grinning wickedly. Fred and Lee sniggered.
"Let me up!" she gasped, giggling.
"I will if you kiss me first," said George.
"George, good lord," said Alicia, rolling her eyes.
"All right, then," said George. "If you like being upside-down--"
She groaned and kissed him. He kissed her back. Fred and Lee made retching noises. George broke the kiss and swung Alicia back up. Both of them were red-lipped and red-faced.
"You two are disgusting," said Fred.
"You're just jealous, Fred," said Alicia.
"Fred hasn't discovered the absolute joy of true love yet, my sweet," said George, giving Alicia a playful pinch on her behind.
"GEORGE!" she shrieked, slapping his hand.
"None of that!" said Lee. "There are children present."
"Children?" said another female voice. "I must be in the right car, then."
"Angie!" said Lee. "Welcome to our den of iniquity!"
"For the last time, Lee, DON'T call me Angie," said Angelina, as she entered the compartment.
"Yeah," said Fred, "that's MY privilege." He grinned at her and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Hey, you," he said in her ear, delighted to see her. "Missed you."
"Missed you, too, you prat," she said, grinning, as she pulled out of the hug.
"You look good enough to eat," said Fred, winking. She did. Her hair was in long braids, her skin was very coffee (she'd spent part of her summer in the West Indies again), and her clothes clung to her in all the right places. Fred's eyes skipped over her lush breasts.
"Thanks," said Angelina. "Now stop staring at my chest, would you?"
"Damn," said Fred. "Caught again."
"You're not exactly subtle," said Angelina. "What on earth is all this stuff?" She had turned to look at the mess of items on the seat next to Lee.
"Can I tell her?" said Lee.
"Right, then," said Fred, closing the compartment door once more.
"THIS," said Lee dramatically, "is Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."
"This stuff?" said Angelina. "For your joke shop? Cool!" She began to rifle through it and picked up another wand.
"A wand?" she said. "Let me guess." She gave it a wave.
There was a loud popping noise and the wand turned into a giant slug.
"EW!!" Angelina screamed and she dropped the slug. It landed with a wet splat on the floor. "Dammit! I hate slugs!"
"Nice one, George!" said Fred, holding his sides as he laughed.
"Shut up, Fred!" said Angelina hotly, and with one long stride she crossed to him. "Here, have a little slug slime." She wiped her hand very roughly through his hair.
"Hey!" he said. "You'll pay for that one." He ran his fingers across a Cauldron Cake, collecting a healthy portion of icing, and smeared it in her hair. "There!"
"You are SO dead, Weasley," said Angelina, and she picked up a carton of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
"FOOD FIGHT!" yelled Lee.
And once again, the compartment was filled with flying food, only this time it was accompanied by various Weasley's Wizard Wheezes items. Angelina gave out another disgusted shriek when she trod on the giant slug and it burst, spraying slime everywhere. The girls shrieked and giggled and the boys guffawed. Fred suddenly found himself wrestling playfully with Angelina; she was gasping and laughing, and so was he. He felt again how much he missed her, even as she managed to get him in a head lock.
"Uh, hello?"
The voice was barely audible over the noise, but loud enough to cause the five of them to stop what they were doing and freeze in place. Fred had managed to get out of Angelina's grip and had her in a headlock now. George and Alicia and Lee were all on the floor, covered in sweets and goo of various sorts.
"Roger!" said Angelina, and Fred instantly let go of her as she stood up quickly. "Hi!"
"Angelina," said Roger Davies slowly, "what's...going on?"
"Oh," said Angelina, and her brown cheeks went pink, "well, uh, just a little food fight. You know."
"Yeah," said Fred. "Me and Angie were just...catching up."
"Right," said Angelina.
"That's...nice," said Roger tightly. His eyes ran up and down Angelina; she was covered head to foot with icing, slug slime, jelly beans, and bits of Pumpkin Pasties. "Listen, Angelina, I was...missing you back there."
"Oh," said Angelina quickly. "Sorry. I got caught up here, I guess."
"Right," said Roger. Fred felt his back tense. Why on earth was Davies giving him the hairy eye?
"So," said Roger. "Want to head back to my compartment?" His eyes twinkled and he shot a proprietary look in Fred's direction. Back off, said the look. She's my girl. Fred clenched his teeth and his fists, amazed that Davies would be jealous. Good lord, they were just having a bit of fun, Fred and Angelina. It didn't MEAN anything.
"Angelina," said Roger, a bit sharply.
"Sure," said Angelina nervously. "Uh, I'll just clean up first." She pulled her wand from her jeans pocket, pointed it at herself and said "Scourgify." Instantly, every trace of food and slime was gone. She looked clean and fresh and pretty. Fred couldn't help but look at her. His eyes moved to Roger Davies, who now looked almost furious.
"Let's go," he said shortly, taking Angelina by the elbow and pulling her out of the compartment.
"'Bye, Fred," said Angelina, grinning sheepishly at him.
"See you later," said Fred. "After the feast, yeah?"
"Uh, maybe," said Angelina, her eyes moving from Roger to Fred and back to Roger. She grinned weakly again, and moved down the corridor as Roger slipped an arm round her shoulder. Fred ran a hand through his sticky hair and moved to close the compartment door. He glanced down the aisle and saw Roger pull Angelina close and kiss her on the mouth. It was a very passionate kiss. Angelina sank against him and put her arms round him.
Fred looked away. The elated feeling he'd had at seeing her again after so long evaporated.
Chapter Eight: Roger Davies
Fred and George shut the compartment door, locked it, and pulled the drapes.
"What's all this?" said Lee.
"Top secret," said George. "Don't want anyone muscling in on our action, do we?"
"No," said Lee, "but the girls'll be round soon--"
"True," said Fred, "but as our Official Best Mate you get to be the first non-Weasley to sample our products."
"Actually, no," said George, looking at Fred. "The first non-Weasley to sample our products was that fat Muggle kid, Harry's cousin. Remember?"
"Oh, yeah," said Fred.
"I'm hurt," said Lee. "You let a fat Muggle try out your stuff before me?"
"Trust us, mate, you did NOT want to be a guinea pig for that particular product," said George.
"Fair enough," said Lee. "So...show me the stuff, already!"
"Without further ado," said Fred dramatically, "George Weasley and Frederick Weasley present to you--"
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!" shouted George. The two of them emptied their bags onto the seat next to Lee.
"Whoa," said Lee, and he immediately began pawing through the lot. He picked up one of the wands.
"A wand?" he said dubiously.
"Give it a wave," said George, arching his eyebrows.
Lee did. The wand burst and turned instantly into squawking rubber chicken. Lee burst into laughter.
"That's brilliant!" he said.
"Not bad, eh?" said Fred proudly. "George did the fake wands. Best fakes I've ever seen. They make Zonko's look like amateur junk."
"Why, thank you, Twin," said George, clapping Fred on the back.
"Mind you," said Fred, his tone going dark, "we would have had more stuff if Mum hadn't binned half of it."
"That reminds me," said Lee, stuffing a piece of Pumpkin Pasty in his mouth. "How'd your mum react to your O.W.L. results?"
Fred scowled. "How do you think she reacted?"
"She went ballistic, of course," said George. "Well, I almost can't blame her. I mean, we DID only get three a piece."
"And we barely scraped a pass in those three," said Fred.
"But she REALLY did her nut when we told her about the plans for the joke shop," said George, sitting down heavily in the seat across from Lee.
"You told her about that already?" said Lee.
"Had to," said Fred. "She wouldn't shut up about the two of us going to the Ministry like Dad and Percy. I mean, don't get me wrong. Dad's great, but who the bloody hell wants to be like Percy?"
"'I'll have that cauldron thickness report on your desk first thing tomorrow, Mr. Crouch!'" George mocked, in a very convincing Percy-like voice. "'Would you like some tea, Mr. Crouch?'"
"'I'd love some tea, Weatherby!"' said Fred, imitating Barty Crouch's voice perfectly.
"Percy's boss loves him so much he doesn't even know his real name," said George dryly.
"Enough about Percy," said Fred. "Sanctimonious git. We both know we're not meant for that stuff. We'll have our joke shop whether Mum likes it or not. We'll be seventeen next April, we'll be of age. Nothing Mum can do to stop us then."
"Amen to that," said George. "Wait, don't eat that!" he added, grabbing Lee's wrist as Lee prepared to pop a Ton-Tongue Toffee in his mouth.
"Why?" said Lee.
"That was the product that we tested on the fat Muggle," said Fred. "And, uh, we haven't exactly figured out the antidote for it, so..."
"Right," said Lee, hurriedly putting the Ton Tongue Toffee back into its wrapper. He turned to Fred and grinned.
"So, Fred," he said jovially. "Found any sweet young thing to take the place of Miss Edgecombe?"
Fred scowled again. "Are you TRYING to put me in a bad mood, Lee?"
"Just wondering," said Lee innocently.
"No," said Fred. "Let's just say that the shame of boffing Marietta has put me off sex for the time being."
"Oh, come on," said Lee. "It couldn't have been that bad."
"At the time?" said Fred. "No. I was getting laid. Now? I'd rather fuck the Giant Squid, thanks."
"Wow," said George. "She really DID do a number on you, didn't she?"
"Whatever," said Fred irritably. "Can we please talk about something else?"
"All right," said Lee quickly. "Hey, have you heard anything about something happening at the school this year?"
Fred seized on the change of subject. "Yeah," he said. "Mum and Dad kept hinting about something. And Bill and Charlie. And Percy of course."
"Percy was being his usual smug self about it," said George.
"What WERE they on about, anyway?" Fred wondered. "And why all the secrecy?"
"Dunno," said Lee. "My parents hinted at it, too, but they wouldn't tell me. Apparently it's this big surprise."
"Well, whatever it is, it had better be good," said Fred.
"Maybe Filch died," said George hopefully.
"Or Snape," said Lee.
A knock on the compartment door interrupted them.
"Who is it?" Lee shouted.
"Open up, Jordan!" said a female voice.
"Ah," said George, looking very pleased as he pulled back the drapes, unlocked the door and opened it.
Alicia Spinnet started to enter the compartment, but George grabbed her and swung her round, dipping her low.
"George!" she shrieked.
"Alicia, my love," said George, grinning wickedly. Fred and Lee sniggered.
"Let me up!" she gasped, giggling.
"I will if you kiss me first," said George.
"George, good lord," said Alicia, rolling her eyes.
"All right, then," said George. "If you like being upside-down--"
She groaned and kissed him. He kissed her back. Fred and Lee made retching noises. George broke the kiss and swung Alicia back up. Both of them were red-lipped and red-faced.
"You two are disgusting," said Fred.
"You're just jealous, Fred," said Alicia.
"Fred hasn't discovered the absolute joy of true love yet, my sweet," said George, giving Alicia a playful pinch on her behind.
"GEORGE!" she shrieked, slapping his hand.
"None of that!" said Lee. "There are children present."
"Children?" said another female voice. "I must be in the right car, then."
"Angie!" said Lee. "Welcome to our den of iniquity!"
"For the last time, Lee, DON'T call me Angie," said Angelina, as she entered the compartment.
"Yeah," said Fred, "that's MY privilege." He grinned at her and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Hey, you," he said in her ear, delighted to see her. "Missed you."
"Missed you, too, you prat," she said, grinning, as she pulled out of the hug.
"You look good enough to eat," said Fred, winking. She did. Her hair was in long braids, her skin was very coffee (she'd spent part of her summer in the West Indies again), and her clothes clung to her in all the right places. Fred's eyes skipped over her lush breasts.
"Thanks," said Angelina. "Now stop staring at my chest, would you?"
"Damn," said Fred. "Caught again."
"You're not exactly subtle," said Angelina. "What on earth is all this stuff?" She had turned to look at the mess of items on the seat next to Lee.
"Can I tell her?" said Lee.
"Right, then," said Fred, closing the compartment door once more.
"THIS," said Lee dramatically, "is Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."
"This stuff?" said Angelina. "For your joke shop? Cool!" She began to rifle through it and picked up another wand.
"A wand?" she said. "Let me guess." She gave it a wave.
There was a loud popping noise and the wand turned into a giant slug.
"EW!!" Angelina screamed and she dropped the slug. It landed with a wet splat on the floor. "Dammit! I hate slugs!"
"Nice one, George!" said Fred, holding his sides as he laughed.
"Shut up, Fred!" said Angelina hotly, and with one long stride she crossed to him. "Here, have a little slug slime." She wiped her hand very roughly through his hair.
"Hey!" he said. "You'll pay for that one." He ran his fingers across a Cauldron Cake, collecting a healthy portion of icing, and smeared it in her hair. "There!"
"You are SO dead, Weasley," said Angelina, and she picked up a carton of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
"FOOD FIGHT!" yelled Lee.
And once again, the compartment was filled with flying food, only this time it was accompanied by various Weasley's Wizard Wheezes items. Angelina gave out another disgusted shriek when she trod on the giant slug and it burst, spraying slime everywhere. The girls shrieked and giggled and the boys guffawed. Fred suddenly found himself wrestling playfully with Angelina; she was gasping and laughing, and so was he. He felt again how much he missed her, even as she managed to get him in a head lock.
"Uh, hello?"
The voice was barely audible over the noise, but loud enough to cause the five of them to stop what they were doing and freeze in place. Fred had managed to get out of Angelina's grip and had her in a headlock now. George and Alicia and Lee were all on the floor, covered in sweets and goo of various sorts.
"Roger!" said Angelina, and Fred instantly let go of her as she stood up quickly. "Hi!"
"Angelina," said Roger Davies slowly, "what's...going on?"
"Oh," said Angelina, and her brown cheeks went pink, "well, uh, just a little food fight. You know."
"Yeah," said Fred. "Me and Angie were just...catching up."
"Right," said Angelina.
"That's...nice," said Roger tightly. His eyes ran up and down Angelina; she was covered head to foot with icing, slug slime, jelly beans, and bits of Pumpkin Pasties. "Listen, Angelina, I was...missing you back there."
"Oh," said Angelina quickly. "Sorry. I got caught up here, I guess."
"Right," said Roger. Fred felt his back tense. Why on earth was Davies giving him the hairy eye?
"So," said Roger. "Want to head back to my compartment?" His eyes twinkled and he shot a proprietary look in Fred's direction. Back off, said the look. She's my girl. Fred clenched his teeth and his fists, amazed that Davies would be jealous. Good lord, they were just having a bit of fun, Fred and Angelina. It didn't MEAN anything.
"Angelina," said Roger, a bit sharply.
"Sure," said Angelina nervously. "Uh, I'll just clean up first." She pulled her wand from her jeans pocket, pointed it at herself and said "Scourgify." Instantly, every trace of food and slime was gone. She looked clean and fresh and pretty. Fred couldn't help but look at her. His eyes moved to Roger Davies, who now looked almost furious.
"Let's go," he said shortly, taking Angelina by the elbow and pulling her out of the compartment.
"'Bye, Fred," said Angelina, grinning sheepishly at him.
"See you later," said Fred. "After the feast, yeah?"
"Uh, maybe," said Angelina, her eyes moving from Roger to Fred and back to Roger. She grinned weakly again, and moved down the corridor as Roger slipped an arm round her shoulder. Fred ran a hand through his sticky hair and moved to close the compartment door. He glanced down the aisle and saw Roger pull Angelina close and kiss her on the mouth. It was a very passionate kiss. Angelina sank against him and put her arms round him.
Fred looked away. The elated feeling he'd had at seeing her again after so long evaporated.