Chapter 4 - Spell Gone Wrong
At least, that's who I thought it was. I struggled in my chair to get a closer look.
"Just as I thought!" Ginny shrieked, "Ron.you take that mask off! I know that's you under there." She pointed an accusing finger at the supposedly "Mrs. Weasley". "And you, Harry, take off that Mr. Weasley mask!"
I sat dumbfounded in my chair. Masks? What was Ginny talking about?
The "Mrs. Weasley" suddenly tugged at her face. Ginny had been right. Ron had been posing as Mrs. Weasley. That meant Harry was Mr. Weasley!
"Gosh!" George snapped, pulling on his shirt, "Could ya give a guy a little notice next time you barge in on me when I'm half naked? I daresay those masks are Fred's secret thing he's been working on?"
Fred then walked into the room. "That's right. The masks are designed so that when the user puts a mask on, their body is transformed so that they are shaped like the person who the mask is of. I'm wondering how Ginny knew that it was Ron and Harry under there." He said, turning to Ginny.
She smiled sweetly at him. "Simple. They are wearing their own shoes!"
That sent Ginny, Caylie, and I into a fit of giggles.
"Drat." Fred murmured. "I'll have to fix that." Then, in a brighter tone, "Come, George. You and I have a little business to take care of."
With that, they exited. I was kind happy actually. I'd been a little nervous around George since he had found out that I like Harry.
"So." Ron said, rocking back and forth on his feet, "I guess we'll be headed to bed now." And then Harry and Ron were gone as well, leaving Ginny, Caylie, and I to our girl talk.
**Meanwhile, in Fred and George's Room**
"It's confirmed, mate. Hermione and Harry have the hots for each other." George said after closing the door behind him.
Fred rubbed his chin. "How can you be so sure? I mean, we know Harry likes Hermione, but can you definitely say Hermione likes him back?"
"Sure can. I overheard Ginny and Caylie talking about how much Hermione loooves Harry."
"So," Fred said, "This means we can use the thoughts potion on them?"
"Yup." George replied happily. "I mean, when Caylie and Ginny were talking, Caylie said that Harry and Hermione already, er, well made out once. So I already assume that they know that the other likes them. This will just confirm their suspicions. They will hear each other's thoughts, and most likely they will hear the other one thinking about them."
Fred clapped his hands in excitement. "They will be bowing down to us once they found out it was our potion that got them together."
"Right you are, brother dear." George cackled.
And the two spent the rest of the night laughing like maniacs.
~*~ (I'm going to start separating my chapters like this!)
The next morning Fred and George snuck downstairs while Mrs. Weasley (the real one) was preparing breakfast. She had already set out the glasses of orange juice, much to Fred and George's delight.
"You do Harry's, I'll get Mione's." Fred whispered, watching his mother's back as she danced around the kitchen.
They each careful dropped 2 pinches of the powdered thought potion into the drinks that Harry and Hermione would be drinking. They were just straightening up when Mrs. Weasley turned around.
She eyed them suspiciously. "What are you two doing?"
"Nothing." They replied in unison, smiling innocently.
She continued to eye them up. "I heard you two up last night, making quite a racket. What was all so fired important that you two were up laughing all night? Quite crazily, I might add!"
The twins didn't answer . . . just sat at the table smiling away.
Soon Harry, Ron, Ginny, Caylie, and I all bounded down the stairs. For some reason Fred and George made Harry and I sit in specific seats.
Halfway through the meal Harry stood up and said, "I think I'm gonna be sick," and hurried out of the room. His orange juice was all gone.
"Me too!" I said, hurrying out of the room. My glass was empty too.
"Oh, dear," Molly said, "I suppose I better check to see if their ok."
"No, Mum!" Fred cried.
"We'll check!" George added.
She looked at them wearily, but nodded and sat down.
Fred and George started whistling on their way to the bathroom, thinking how happy and grateful Harry and Hermione would be towards them.
"Harry! Hermione! Come out you two!" George sang.
Hermione stepped out of the bathroom with a disgusted look on her face.
"Ah," Fred said, "Hello, Hermione. Anything, different?"
"Yes. I'm NOT Hermione. I'm Harry!"
A/N - I am soooo sorry for it taking me so long to update! I was just blank on ideas for this story. This chapter was sort of short, sorry, but I think it got to the point. Please leave a review, telling me what you think. And thanks bunches to the couple reviewers I had on the 3rd chapter. Oh, and one last thing. Now that I've started 2 other stories, its going to be hard for me to update all of them as frequently as I would like too. So I'm sorry if this one doesn't get updated that quickly, but I assure you it will not be as long of a wait as last time. (Please check out my other stories as well, The Face That He Can't Forget and I Can't Live My Life Waiting For You. Thanks!) ~Pretti Ducki
At least, that's who I thought it was. I struggled in my chair to get a closer look.
"Just as I thought!" Ginny shrieked, "Ron.you take that mask off! I know that's you under there." She pointed an accusing finger at the supposedly "Mrs. Weasley". "And you, Harry, take off that Mr. Weasley mask!"
I sat dumbfounded in my chair. Masks? What was Ginny talking about?
The "Mrs. Weasley" suddenly tugged at her face. Ginny had been right. Ron had been posing as Mrs. Weasley. That meant Harry was Mr. Weasley!
"Gosh!" George snapped, pulling on his shirt, "Could ya give a guy a little notice next time you barge in on me when I'm half naked? I daresay those masks are Fred's secret thing he's been working on?"
Fred then walked into the room. "That's right. The masks are designed so that when the user puts a mask on, their body is transformed so that they are shaped like the person who the mask is of. I'm wondering how Ginny knew that it was Ron and Harry under there." He said, turning to Ginny.
She smiled sweetly at him. "Simple. They are wearing their own shoes!"
That sent Ginny, Caylie, and I into a fit of giggles.
"Drat." Fred murmured. "I'll have to fix that." Then, in a brighter tone, "Come, George. You and I have a little business to take care of."
With that, they exited. I was kind happy actually. I'd been a little nervous around George since he had found out that I like Harry.
"So." Ron said, rocking back and forth on his feet, "I guess we'll be headed to bed now." And then Harry and Ron were gone as well, leaving Ginny, Caylie, and I to our girl talk.
**Meanwhile, in Fred and George's Room**
"It's confirmed, mate. Hermione and Harry have the hots for each other." George said after closing the door behind him.
Fred rubbed his chin. "How can you be so sure? I mean, we know Harry likes Hermione, but can you definitely say Hermione likes him back?"
"Sure can. I overheard Ginny and Caylie talking about how much Hermione loooves Harry."
"So," Fred said, "This means we can use the thoughts potion on them?"
"Yup." George replied happily. "I mean, when Caylie and Ginny were talking, Caylie said that Harry and Hermione already, er, well made out once. So I already assume that they know that the other likes them. This will just confirm their suspicions. They will hear each other's thoughts, and most likely they will hear the other one thinking about them."
Fred clapped his hands in excitement. "They will be bowing down to us once they found out it was our potion that got them together."
"Right you are, brother dear." George cackled.
And the two spent the rest of the night laughing like maniacs.
~*~ (I'm going to start separating my chapters like this!)
The next morning Fred and George snuck downstairs while Mrs. Weasley (the real one) was preparing breakfast. She had already set out the glasses of orange juice, much to Fred and George's delight.
"You do Harry's, I'll get Mione's." Fred whispered, watching his mother's back as she danced around the kitchen.
They each careful dropped 2 pinches of the powdered thought potion into the drinks that Harry and Hermione would be drinking. They were just straightening up when Mrs. Weasley turned around.
She eyed them suspiciously. "What are you two doing?"
"Nothing." They replied in unison, smiling innocently.
She continued to eye them up. "I heard you two up last night, making quite a racket. What was all so fired important that you two were up laughing all night? Quite crazily, I might add!"
The twins didn't answer . . . just sat at the table smiling away.
Soon Harry, Ron, Ginny, Caylie, and I all bounded down the stairs. For some reason Fred and George made Harry and I sit in specific seats.
Halfway through the meal Harry stood up and said, "I think I'm gonna be sick," and hurried out of the room. His orange juice was all gone.
"Me too!" I said, hurrying out of the room. My glass was empty too.
"Oh, dear," Molly said, "I suppose I better check to see if their ok."
"No, Mum!" Fred cried.
"We'll check!" George added.
She looked at them wearily, but nodded and sat down.
Fred and George started whistling on their way to the bathroom, thinking how happy and grateful Harry and Hermione would be towards them.
"Harry! Hermione! Come out you two!" George sang.
Hermione stepped out of the bathroom with a disgusted look on her face.
"Ah," Fred said, "Hello, Hermione. Anything, different?"
"Yes. I'm NOT Hermione. I'm Harry!"
A/N - I am soooo sorry for it taking me so long to update! I was just blank on ideas for this story. This chapter was sort of short, sorry, but I think it got to the point. Please leave a review, telling me what you think. And thanks bunches to the couple reviewers I had on the 3rd chapter. Oh, and one last thing. Now that I've started 2 other stories, its going to be hard for me to update all of them as frequently as I would like too. So I'm sorry if this one doesn't get updated that quickly, but I assure you it will not be as long of a wait as last time. (Please check out my other stories as well, The Face That He Can't Forget and I Can't Live My Life Waiting For You. Thanks!) ~Pretti Ducki
