Title: Considering
Author: Puh-Schell
Summary: A drabble about the twins. Their joke shop is so much more. Sometimes you just have to come in through the back door.
A/N: First in a series of rather long drabbles. Maybe even short stories.
Word Count: 522
Fred sighed and let himself fall on the bed next to George.
His twin looked up from the book he was reading.
"Bored." George stated as if he were Fred. Without even once glancing at the cover, Fred said in the same tone: "Greek Mythology."
It was the last week before Hogwarts started again - and a weekend.
That meant many people in Diagon Alley, many children and teenagers buying their school supplies.
But Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was closed today.
Fred rolled on his side and snuggled up to his brother, flinging an arm over his waist and snuggling closer.
George sighed happily and continued reading.
They had needed this off-time badly. Running the business had been harder than they had expected.
Of course, that was also because they did more than invent jokes. You couldn't get enough money for dragon scale jackets just form selling jokes.
George smiled when he felt Fred's tongue licking his throat. Snuggling closer to his twin, George arranged himself so that he could still read.
What not many people knew – at least those people who would have said something about it – was that the Weasley Twins were known to be able to obtain anything.
It had started when they'd needed to get supplies for their jokes. But it hadn't ended there.
"Anybody coming over today?" Fred asked between pressing little kisses upon George's ear.
"No. Neither family nor clients." George answered.
Fred grinned and let his hands wander under George's shirt. While his brother started to lean in into the touch, he kept on reading.
Before Fred had time to change this fact, a slight buzz sounded throughout their apartment atop of their shop.
Fred looked up while George still kept reading. "Nobody was expected." George exclaimed, as if Fred had asked a question.
Sighing, they both stood up. George left his book on the bed and they went down.
In the backroom of their shop stood a slightly short figure, wearing expensive, tasteful clothes.
Draco Malfoy.
Fred shot his brother a quick look. Yes, George said with his eyes, his father was given the kiss just two days ago.
Fred cleared his throat. "Hello Malfoy. What do you want?"
Draco looked at them, his usual sneer missing. "I was told you knew how to obtain unusual things."
Fred nodded his head slowly. "Yes, you could say that."
Draco nodded. "I want information and anything useful about soul magic."
Fred and George looked at each other and considered this request. They knew what Draco wanted to do, it was quite clear. It was also quite clear as to whom Draco was loyal too.
The question was, would they do it?
They contemplated.
They didn't want to support Voldemort or one of his followers, but they didn't want to support Dumbledore either. The first was cruel and had the wrong ideas and the second too strict and moral driven to appeal to them. Both were tyrants in their own way.
Turning around they answered as one: "Sure thing. Give us a few days and we'll present you anything we find about that. Prices will be made later."