A/N: This is my first ever Harry Potter fic so please be gentle when
reviewing. I love Fred and George but my all time favourite character has
to be Oliver Wood =) This is set in Chamber of Secrets.
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"George!" hissed Fred Weasley, poking his lump of a brother who was still under layers of blankets, "We've got to find the right love charm to use . . ."
All he received was a yawn and a muffled, "George is not in right now, please leave a message after this tone . . . *beep* . . . "
"Get up, George, you lazy git!" Fred snapped, ripping the covers off his twin brother. George's hands immediately flew to his eyes from the sudden burst of light they received.
Fred smirked slightly and said, "The crack of dawn - the perfect time to cast a love charm."
George groaned. "The crack of dawn? You're just as bad as Wood . . ."
"Come ON," Fred persisted, grabbing his brother and hauling him out of the bed. Unfortunately, George began rather entangled in the bed sheets causing him to stumble and land on the floor with a loud crash.
"Why couldn't the perfect time to cast a love charm be in the middle of the day when I'm actually awake?!" George groaned again.
Fred ignored him. "Come on. We've got work to do . . ."
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"Who shall we inflict eternal embarrassment upon?" asked George mischievously as he looked at the book Fred was holding open.
After rooting in the library (something the twins rarely did) for the best part of half an hour, they had finally found out how to cast the love charm they wanted. It was called "Cupid's Arrow" and was guaranteed to make whichever two people it hit first fall wildly head over heels in love with each other. They would be completely ga-ga for one another and wouldn't have eyes for anyone else.
School had been getting boring for Fred and George. Practical jokes just weren't what they used to be. This is why, they decided, that a nice and healthy love charm would brighten the place up a treat.
"How about Oliver Wood?" suggested Fred, answering George's earlier question and smirking at the thought of getting revenge upon the Quidditch Captain who insisted they practise through sun, sleet, rain, fog and snow at unheard of hours in the first lights of dawn.
"Yeah, that would be good," agreed George, still looking thoughtful. "Percy!" He burst out.
"My name's FRED," corrected Fred, looking a little insulted to say the least. George rolled his eyes. "I mean we can cast the charm on Percy. It'll be historic."
Fred joined in with George's snickers at the thought of their older and prudish prefect brother acting like an idiot over a girl.
"I don't think Percy even knows what a girl is," Fred grinned, after the sniggering had died down.
"Or even better - Snape!" suggested George, barely able to keep the wide smirk off his face.
"McGonnagall," added Fred, an impish glint in his eye.
"Marcus Flint," said George, with the same growing sparkle in his eyes.
"Draco Malfoy," said Fred, an evil smile stretching from ear to ear.
"Spoilt for choice, really," said George, bursting into guffaws again.
Suddenly, Ron's owl Errol fluttered through the library looking a little lost. It headed for a window, misjudged the distance and crashed into the wall beside it and dazed, flew out of the window on his way to the owlery.
"Bloody bird hasn't got any sense of direction," muttered Fred, shaking his head.
A light bulb switched on in George's head with a 'ting' as he watched Ron's owl fly away. His eyes flashed as the idea formed in his head and a wicked smile turned up the corners of his mouth.
Fred noted his twin's reverie. It must've been the twin vibes they shared because soon, he had thought of exactly the same idea.
"Our little brother, Ron," they said together, a pair of identical smirks evident.
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"George!" hissed Fred Weasley, poking his lump of a brother who was still under layers of blankets, "We've got to find the right love charm to use . . ."
All he received was a yawn and a muffled, "George is not in right now, please leave a message after this tone . . . *beep* . . . "
"Get up, George, you lazy git!" Fred snapped, ripping the covers off his twin brother. George's hands immediately flew to his eyes from the sudden burst of light they received.
Fred smirked slightly and said, "The crack of dawn - the perfect time to cast a love charm."
George groaned. "The crack of dawn? You're just as bad as Wood . . ."
"Come ON," Fred persisted, grabbing his brother and hauling him out of the bed. Unfortunately, George began rather entangled in the bed sheets causing him to stumble and land on the floor with a loud crash.
"Why couldn't the perfect time to cast a love charm be in the middle of the day when I'm actually awake?!" George groaned again.
Fred ignored him. "Come on. We've got work to do . . ."
* * *
"Who shall we inflict eternal embarrassment upon?" asked George mischievously as he looked at the book Fred was holding open.
After rooting in the library (something the twins rarely did) for the best part of half an hour, they had finally found out how to cast the love charm they wanted. It was called "Cupid's Arrow" and was guaranteed to make whichever two people it hit first fall wildly head over heels in love with each other. They would be completely ga-ga for one another and wouldn't have eyes for anyone else.
School had been getting boring for Fred and George. Practical jokes just weren't what they used to be. This is why, they decided, that a nice and healthy love charm would brighten the place up a treat.
"How about Oliver Wood?" suggested Fred, answering George's earlier question and smirking at the thought of getting revenge upon the Quidditch Captain who insisted they practise through sun, sleet, rain, fog and snow at unheard of hours in the first lights of dawn.
"Yeah, that would be good," agreed George, still looking thoughtful. "Percy!" He burst out.
"My name's FRED," corrected Fred, looking a little insulted to say the least. George rolled his eyes. "I mean we can cast the charm on Percy. It'll be historic."
Fred joined in with George's snickers at the thought of their older and prudish prefect brother acting like an idiot over a girl.
"I don't think Percy even knows what a girl is," Fred grinned, after the sniggering had died down.
"Or even better - Snape!" suggested George, barely able to keep the wide smirk off his face.
"McGonnagall," added Fred, an impish glint in his eye.
"Marcus Flint," said George, with the same growing sparkle in his eyes.
"Draco Malfoy," said Fred, an evil smile stretching from ear to ear.
"Spoilt for choice, really," said George, bursting into guffaws again.
Suddenly, Ron's owl Errol fluttered through the library looking a little lost. It headed for a window, misjudged the distance and crashed into the wall beside it and dazed, flew out of the window on his way to the owlery.
"Bloody bird hasn't got any sense of direction," muttered Fred, shaking his head.
A light bulb switched on in George's head with a 'ting' as he watched Ron's owl fly away. His eyes flashed as the idea formed in his head and a wicked smile turned up the corners of his mouth.
Fred noted his twin's reverie. It must've been the twin vibes they shared because soon, he had thought of exactly the same idea.
"Our little brother, Ron," they said together, a pair of identical smirks evident.
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