Joke's on Ron!

Frederic Weasley cracked open an eye and yawned. In the bed next to him, he saw his brother, George Weasley still snoring. He groaned when he saw the morning sun and pulled his sheets back over his head. Why had they made the store's time ten to five? Why couldn't it be from noon to seven? Well, couldn't change it now, peoples count on it to be open at its usual time. With a groan he threw them off and let his feet drop to the floor.

'George…' he said groggily and the copy of him shifted and moaned yet didn't awake. Fred heaved a sigh and walked over to his brother, 'George, you great git, we've got to get breakfast and make money, come on.' He said, and George turned onto his side. Fred went over and shook his brother, getting George to acknowledge him.

'Geroff me…' was the response.

'Fine, more galleons for me, then…' Fred said happily, knowing his brother would not want that happening. To his delight George practically hopped out of bed.

'Merlin's beard, Fred…' George muttered, pulling his trousers up to cover the part of his backside that was showing, 'could you think of a more cruel thing to say?'

'Probably,' Fred answered with a grin as he began to open his door.

'Are you thick?' George asked, and with a pop disappeared. Fred shrugged and did the same, the door still swinging on its hinges after her left. He appeared next to the breakfast table, and sat next to his twin. Next to him sat Ginny, then Ron, his father, and finally his mother. Percy was still avoiding the family at all costs, and the holiday had just started, Charlie and Bill weren't expected for a few more weeks.

'Morning!' Fred greeted, and got half-hearted 'mornings' from the others around the table, 'any giggling fits today, Ron?' he asked, and Ron's ears grew red.

'Shut it!' he warned, and before Fred could come back with a response Mrs. Weasley gave him the evil eye.

'Fred,' she said ominously and he shrugged, looking at her innocently.

'What? It was just a question,' he said, and shoveled down his food along with George. When they were done, Fred stood along with George and he patted Ron on the back. 'No hard feelings, little bro!'

'Well, we're going-'

'To make children around the world laugh in merriment!' Fred finished, and in unison they said their depart and popped out of site. Mrs. Weasley immediately stood up, and looked around the room.

'Dear?' Mr. Weasley asked as Mrs. Weasley looked around the room one last time.

'They didn't try anything this time…' she muttered.

'Well, that's a nice cha-AAAHHH!' Ron cried as he felt an odd feeling rip through his back. He squirmed, and after a second pulled a small circular object from his back, with a black knob in the middle of it. 'What is that?' he gasped, and Mrs. Weasley grew red.

'FRED, GEORGE!'  she cried and turned when she heard quiet snickering behind her. George's head was in the fireplace. 'OUT!' she bellowed, and his head disappeared back into the fire. She turned back to the table to find Mr. Weasley grabbing at the thing that Ron had just pulled from his back. 'Is that thing yours?' she asked, eyeing him dangerously.

'Well- Molly- you see, dear-' he was cut off by her sticking out her hand. He gave it to her slowly, and she snatched it out of his hand.

'What is it?' she demanded, and he shrugged.

'Well, it's a quite ingenious invention of the Muggles…really… it gives the person who touches the black spot a shock of eckeltricity… for a joke of sorts…'

'AND YOU LET THE TWINS HAVE IT?' she said, voice raised again, her husband cowering under her.

'Well I didn't mean for them to, darling!' he said, and she pointed her wand at it. In a few seconds it blew up, and with another wave the remains disappeared, Mr. Weasley looking quite disappointed at the air where it had just been. 'Was that really necessary?' he asked with a sigh, and shook his head as he unfolded the Daily Prophet.

George erupted with laughter as he pulled his head from the fire.

'How long did it take?'

'Fifteen seconds, just like we wanted!' George said happily and Fred laughed along with him. They had aparated to their room and gotten dressed rather quickly before going to the store.

'Ron's too easy, he really is,' Fred agreed as the front door opened. A small, scrawny looking boy stuck his head in the door.

'Hello!' George exclaimed, going up to the boy and putting an arm around his shoulder, welcoming him in. 'How are you today?'

'F-Fine…' the boy muttered, and practically stared at them in awe. 'You're the Weasley twins, aren't you?' he said excitedly, and Fred nodded, going over as well, a large grin on his face.

'You've heard of us?' he asked, and the boy nodded.

'Oh, yeah, my brother Owen talked about your escape every day since it happened! I'm coming next year, I sure hope that that teacher isn't there any more!'

'Well, if she is we have just the thing to chase her out again,' Fred said, knowing quite well that she was never going to return. It was always a great reason for people to come, though; it was the secret to their success.

The store was full by noon, with kids and especially Hogwarts students buying loads of trick candy, charmed articles of clothing and enchanted fireworks. By the end of the day, the small store in Diagon Alley was worn out by all the customers it had received, as was the owners.

'Well, that was a good haul!' George said as he closed the door to the shop, magically writing the word 'closed' on the glass.

'We're going to need some more vomiters!' Fred called, looking at the packages left of them. 'Only five left…' they looked at each other, faces cracking into identical grins.

'That's the twelve batch this week!' George said, shaking his head, 'I think we should raise the price twenty knuts more.' Fred agreed, and went over to the register. Indeed, they had been making new batches every lunch break, and after hours that week, and it was Friday.

'We've made a lot today,' Fred said, counting the money, 'and once we get the new stuff tested we'll be doing even better!'

'Right! And whose better to test it on besides ourselves?'

'Ron.' Fred agreed and stretched, 'well, I'm set to go, how about you?'

'Same,' George said, and with a swish of his wand the lights flickered and died, 'Wonder what mum's cooking?'

'Let's go find out!' Fred said, and they disaparated from their joke shop.

Now, both had quite forgotten the joke they had played on Ron that morning, and they did not expect the welcome home they received. They had just walked into the door of their house (they had always fancied returning from work outside their door) when their mothers voice came ringing through the room.

'FREDERIC AND GEORGE WEASLEY!' she screamed, and they both coward, 'thought that was mighty funny, did you?' she asked, standing in front of the clock where their hand had just turned to 'home' 'Playing around with dangerous things like that! Muggle things for the Merlin's sake! What's wrong with you? Ronald could have been killed!' She waited for a second, tapping her foot, until they had the nerve to speak.

'It wasn't dangerous!' they said in unison, taking off their cloaks.

'Mum we tried it on ourselves first-'

'It was harmless, really-'

'It just gave him a bit of a shock, I watched it myself.' George finished, and their mother still steamed with frustration, though her voice had calmed.

'Harmless, really!' she said and out of the drawer plates and silver-wear flew onto the table. 'We have no clue if anything made by Muggles with eckeltricity is harmless. I want you two to stop pulling these things on Ron. Hire someone if you have to, but stop doing this to Ron. Your just as bad with him as you were with Per-' but she stopped and trailed off, going to her stove to continue fixing dinner. The thought of their third eldest boy, Percy, made her want to scream and cry at the same time. The family was still not speaking to each other, and she was starting to fear they never would. The twins could sense her pain, and they left the kitchen with out speaking anything about it.

Weee… that was fun, eh? Lolz… oh my goodness, I haven't written fan fiction for such a long time, hope I'm keeping them in character. Ah, well… you'll warn me if I'm not, right? RIGHT??