The familiar riff blasted through the Burrow; Fred was certain he heard it at a muggle rock show he attended a month ago.
There goes the neighborhood
And somehow you knew it would
Cause you understand
Armageddon's right around the bend
He flung the window open and stuck his head out.
"KMFDM!" he shouted, feeling proud that he could identify the song.
You got your fortune right in your hands
You do what you gotta do
Cause you got a climb an attitude
And you say goodbye as easy as most people tell a lie
In the field, next to a large, black battery-powered boom-box, Hermione was lying atop Ron. She appeared to be licking his chest. Fred felt a slight sensation of jealousy trickle down his spine. He always found Hermione oddly sexy, especially when studying or screaming at delinquents.
You choose no options
you do or die
God damn the torpedoes
it's time to run away with the sideshow
But he sighed as he reminded himself that she would never think of him as more than one of Ron's misfit brothers or perhaps just an acquaintance.
Full speed right ahead
Don't stop, you can sleep when you're dead
"Is that KMFDM?!" Fred asked intending to make Hermione to stop slobbering on his little brother.
She picked her head up and looked around, confused.
That's just the way it goes
That's how the river flows
"Close!" she called from the distant field, waving when she noticed him. "It's MDFMK!"
Hermione immediately returned to Ron's chest and sucked his nipples. Fred cringed.
If you stay stone cold, chance are your option will unfold
All that glitters turns into gold
"Their going at it in the field again?" George snickered.
"... Not... quite..." Fred answered, suffering from post-traumatic syndrome.
"Well, I'm going to bomb the lovebirds with stink pellets again anyway," George announced with an evil grin before racing out of the room.
God damn the torpedoes
It's time to run away with the sideshow
Fred was glad that Ron and Hermione were about to be rudely interrupted. He leaned out of the window so that he could get a good view of the spectacle which was about to take place.
Full speed right ahead
Don't stop, you can sleep when you're dead
He watched George creep over to the strangely-shaped hedges with a sack of stink pellets tied to his beltloop.
Be proud to deviate
This time to instigate
Dictate your own fate
Just as Hermione unzipped Ron's fly, a stink pellet hit her square in the eye, causing her to shriek. Fred laughed hysterically as Ron shoved Hermione to the side and chased after George, grunting threats and swear words. He then tackled George by lunging at his ankles and tripping him. His fly was still open.
You're about to detonate
See the world obliterate
Fred's attention was returned to Hermione, who was left sitting in the field, rubbing her sore eye.
God damn the torpedoes
It's time to run away with the sideshow
"Haha, good. You deserve it, slut," Fred chuckled venomously out of self-pity as he shut the window.
Full speed right ahead
Don't stop, you can sleep when you're dead
He still had one more thing to pack before leaving to Hogwarts.
God damn the torpedoes
Boxes of clothes tumbled out of the closet as Fred swung the door open. He kicked the clutter out of his way and rummaged through the mess of gadgets and Weasley sweaters until he found his favorite posession: a 45 caliber MK23 which he purchased illegally in the back of a shady London "tattoo parlor".
Dictate your own fate
You're about to detonate
See the world obliterate
"Sometimes, they're simply more reliable than wandes," he assured his reflection in the mirror as he tucked the gun in his pants so that just the handle was sticking out. He smoothed his baggy black T-shirt over it so that it was completely hidden.
God damn the torpedoes
Dictate your own fate
Fascination with muggle objects ran in the Weasley family.
You're about to goddamn detonate
A/N: Okay, Gred and Forge... err... Fred and George- may share the exact same DNA but they are two very different people. George is a prankster; Fred is a rogue. No, he's not evil, I said ROGUE. Oh and the song is "Torpedoes" by MDFMK, hence Hermione making that clear. Go download it. Now. Now!
There goes the neighborhood
And somehow you knew it would
Cause you understand
Armageddon's right around the bend
He flung the window open and stuck his head out.
"KMFDM!" he shouted, feeling proud that he could identify the song.
You got your fortune right in your hands
You do what you gotta do
Cause you got a climb an attitude
And you say goodbye as easy as most people tell a lie
In the field, next to a large, black battery-powered boom-box, Hermione was lying atop Ron. She appeared to be licking his chest. Fred felt a slight sensation of jealousy trickle down his spine. He always found Hermione oddly sexy, especially when studying or screaming at delinquents.
You choose no options
you do or die
God damn the torpedoes
it's time to run away with the sideshow
But he sighed as he reminded himself that she would never think of him as more than one of Ron's misfit brothers or perhaps just an acquaintance.
Full speed right ahead
Don't stop, you can sleep when you're dead
"Is that KMFDM?!" Fred asked intending to make Hermione to stop slobbering on his little brother.
She picked her head up and looked around, confused.
That's just the way it goes
That's how the river flows
"Close!" she called from the distant field, waving when she noticed him. "It's MDFMK!"
Hermione immediately returned to Ron's chest and sucked his nipples. Fred cringed.
If you stay stone cold, chance are your option will unfold
All that glitters turns into gold
"Their going at it in the field again?" George snickered.
"... Not... quite..." Fred answered, suffering from post-traumatic syndrome.
"Well, I'm going to bomb the lovebirds with stink pellets again anyway," George announced with an evil grin before racing out of the room.
God damn the torpedoes
It's time to run away with the sideshow
Fred was glad that Ron and Hermione were about to be rudely interrupted. He leaned out of the window so that he could get a good view of the spectacle which was about to take place.
Full speed right ahead
Don't stop, you can sleep when you're dead
He watched George creep over to the strangely-shaped hedges with a sack of stink pellets tied to his beltloop.
Be proud to deviate
This time to instigate
Dictate your own fate
Just as Hermione unzipped Ron's fly, a stink pellet hit her square in the eye, causing her to shriek. Fred laughed hysterically as Ron shoved Hermione to the side and chased after George, grunting threats and swear words. He then tackled George by lunging at his ankles and tripping him. His fly was still open.
You're about to detonate
See the world obliterate
Fred's attention was returned to Hermione, who was left sitting in the field, rubbing her sore eye.
God damn the torpedoes
It's time to run away with the sideshow
"Haha, good. You deserve it, slut," Fred chuckled venomously out of self-pity as he shut the window.
Full speed right ahead
Don't stop, you can sleep when you're dead
He still had one more thing to pack before leaving to Hogwarts.
God damn the torpedoes
Boxes of clothes tumbled out of the closet as Fred swung the door open. He kicked the clutter out of his way and rummaged through the mess of gadgets and Weasley sweaters until he found his favorite posession: a 45 caliber MK23 which he purchased illegally in the back of a shady London "tattoo parlor".
Dictate your own fate
You're about to detonate
See the world obliterate
"Sometimes, they're simply more reliable than wandes," he assured his reflection in the mirror as he tucked the gun in his pants so that just the handle was sticking out. He smoothed his baggy black T-shirt over it so that it was completely hidden.
God damn the torpedoes
Dictate your own fate
Fascination with muggle objects ran in the Weasley family.
You're about to goddamn detonate
A/N: Okay, Gred and Forge... err... Fred and George- may share the exact same DNA but they are two very different people. George is a prankster; Fred is a rogue. No, he's not evil, I said ROGUE. Oh and the song is "Torpedoes" by MDFMK, hence Hermione making that clear. Go download it. Now. Now!