Two Sets of Twins

A/N: Well here is the fourth chapter...YIPEE! Gah....it's taken so long to get this out...to actually start it, lol. I've been addicted to for the past few weeks so I haven't taken the time to write anything. But it's down till September 2, so I have time to write now :P. Enough of this...on with the show!

Chapter Four: Seal skin and Black robes.

A few days...weeks...however long later.....(whenever Harry goes for his hearing, which is in august or something right? I just wanted to skip all the boring cleaning they have to do).

"Fred....Fred, do you really think this is a good idea? I mean I know I wouldn't want to be woken up like this and you know that if you raise your voice even the littlest bit it'll wake up Mrs. Black's portrait? I really think you should reconsider. I'm sure they'll be mad and you know how mom is when she's grumpy in the morning, I'm sure all girls can be grumpy in the morning if you wake them up by yelling right outside their door. I personally don't want two angry teenage girls in my face and I'm sure that's what is going to happen if you go through with this. Please, please, don't do it, I beg you." George pleaded with his twin as he stumbled after him down the hallway.

"George, my man. Stop. Why is this such a big deal? This is what we do, we bug people, and besides they won't be mad at us forever. I'm sure that because of our charming good looks they will only be mad for a few minutes and then they'll forget all about it." And with that he opened his mouth to yell at the top of his lungs, but before he could get out a sound, Mrs. Black's portrait started screaming like a banshee. "Well, it looks like someone did our work for us." Fred said with a smirk on his face.

"Ouch, oops, urgh."

Fred and George ran to the banister at the top of the stairs to see who had made all the ruckus. They looked down and saw Ginny sprawled across the floor with the troll leg holder pinned underneath her. "Hey Gin," Fred yelled down to her. "Thanks for doing our work for us!" He said with a large wink in her direction, while she just looked at him, confusion written all over her face.

SLAM!

"What's going on? Who's making all that noise and..." "Why so early in the morning?" Gina started with Fran interrupting her. Gina glared at Fran as if to say 'who cares what time it is and it really isn't that early anyway'.

Now Fred being the kind of guy that he is couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the girls. Of course he did his best (which was pretty good) at keeping it inside, but he wasn't sure why George wasn't laughing. Surely his dear brother/partner-in-crime found it as funny as he did, so why wasn't he laughing? You see, the reason Fred found the girls so funny was because it looked like they had just jumped out of bed as soon as the noise started (which is in fact just what they had done). They were standing in the door way to their room in their pajamas (pj pants and tank top) and their hair was ruffled and tangled and was as messy as the best bed head ever. Now Gina is fairly quick at picking up on things so she noticed Fred's sniggering at once.

"Fred, George," she said with a nod at each of them. "We're going to go change and get ready for breakfast and then you both better tell us what the heck is causing that noise. It's obviously not anything life threatening or you wouldn't be standing here laughing at us." She said with a glare at Fred while George started to protest that he wasn't laughing and realized that Gina was only talking about Fred.

SLAM!

Now it was George's turn to glare at Fred. "I can't believe you."

"What?! It was funny and we didn't even have to do anything. I'm surprised at you. Normally you would have found this a very funny thing and would have had a harder time keeping quiet than me." Fred pointed out to a George who looked ready to pounce and give no mercy. Fred held up his hands if front of him as a sign of surrender and turned to go downstairs into the kitchen, leaving a stationary George behind him.

George was so busy burning holes into the back of Fred's head (is that was possible wink) even when he was out of view, that he didn't notice a door behind him opening and two slightly angry, but more annoyed girls walk out of it.

Now, we don't know what was going through George's head at the time, but it must have been important or just extremely distracting because he also didn't notice when one of the girls coughed slightly behind him to get his attention, or even when they walked right by him and started going down the stairs. He barely even noticed them walking down the stairs until they were almost at the bottom and Gina managed somehow to trip, this action making enough noise to wake George from whatever daydream he was having (or whatever he was thinking about).

"Gina, are you okay?" He asked with deep concern as he ran to help her.

"Uh, yeah George, I'm good. Just a little clumsy is all." She said as she smiled up at him.

"Hellllooo....Yo, lovebirds!" Fran shouted to the two of them when they had been staring at each other (Gina's hand in George's) for longer than was necessary.

"Huh?" Gina said, her cheeks flushing a brilliant red, while George dropped her hand and looked away as he was turning the same colour. George walked quickly passed them and said "I'll see you guys in the kitchen."

The two girls giggled and Gina punched Fran's arm playfully as she got up and they made their way down to the basement.

Just outside the door they could hear voices...loud voices...angry voices. With a curious glance at each other they pushed open the doors to the kitchen and braced themselves for what was inside.

"Ginny, you have to be more careful. It's bad enough that every time somebody from the Order comes here they always ring the doorbell which sets her off, so I don't need my daughter doing the same thing. You're not normally clumsy, I just don't understand." Mrs. Weasley said as she shook her head in her hands and rubbed her temples trying to get rid of her headache. Ginny just looked at the floor like she wanted it to swallow her up.

"Aw mum, don't be too hard on her. She's just scared for Harry's sake that's all. I mean we all know how much she likes the guy and she would just be so sad if he couldn't come back to Hogwarts. I mean imagine what'd it be like for her, a whole year without her hero." Fred said in complete seriousness before snickering quietly. There was colour creeping into Ginny's face now, a very deep shade of red that she was trying to hide from everyone present. At first Gina and Fran were confused and then they remembered that today was the day that Harry went for his hearing at the Ministry of Magic.

Mrs. Weasley just glared at Fred as Ginny rushed out of the room crying. "I hope you two can learn to be more sensitive about Ginny and her feelings for Harry. You two may not realize it, but it can be very hard for someone when they like someone else and they know the feelings aren't returned." She said before stalking off to go comfort her daughter. It seemed she was just as worried for Harry as Ginny was.

George was staring at the door looking after his mom as if to say 'but I didn't say anything' when he finally noticed Gina and Fran standing to the side against the wall and he blushed again, this time only going a slight shade of pink.

"We'll just pretend we didn't see anything and go about our own business of making ourselves breakfast." Fran said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that was plaguing the room. As she moved about making some bacon and eggs, she was whistling a happy tune, actually a tune that sounded remarkably like a Bare Naked Ladies song.

It was at this time that Gina remembered the noise that had woken them up, so she decided to enquire about it. "So, what exactly was screaming their pants off this morning?"

"Oh that," George said with a sigh of relief (for some reason he had been afraid of what Gina was going to say). "That was Sirius' mother's portrait. She wakes up whenever there are loud noises like the doorbell, or something falling over. Then she screams like there's no tomorrow and it's a tough job to shut her up!" He explained.

"I see...so what are we going to do today anyway? I hope it's something interesting, I'm getting kind of bored." Gina said with a laugh.

"Oh yeah, you missed mom telling us that she's taking us to Diagon Alley today to get our school stuff...by the way, our letters came yesterday as well." Fred said absently as he started out the window wishing he could be flying right now. (A/N: I realize the timelines aren't exactly proper, but unfortunately I didn't notice it until I had written most of this chapter, so we'll all just have to deal with it.)

"Yeah you missed it yesterday when our ickle Ronniekins got his letter saying he's a prefect. I must hang my head in shame. Such a thing!" George moaned.

"Really, but we get letters?" Fran whipped around and sat down quickly at the table. "I'm so excited. I remember getting our letters from our school in Canada, but this'll be cool because they'll be our first Hogwarts letters!" She finished with a squeal of excitement.

"Shibby! So cool. Here, let me see mine." Gina exclaimed as she reached beside her to grab the letters out of George's hand (for he had picked them up and was holding them out of reach while sitting beside Gina at the table. Fred was sitting on the other side beside Fran). "Come on." She whined as she continued to reach for them.

"I'm sorry is there something that you want." George chuckled as he held them up higher. Gina, realizing that she wasn't going to be able to reach them or get them herself, decided to use what she considered her 'secret weapon', when in reality it was just about every girls 'secret weapon', if you chose to use it. It was called... 'The Face'. That cute face that makes guys melt and give into your every whim and desire (well not exactly, but we can wish can't we?), the way you look at them with your head slightly tilted to one side and your bottom lip stuck out in a cute pouty kind of way. This usually helped Gina get her way when dealing with a person of the male persuasion who wasn't her teacher or any kind of elder or person in authority (excluding her father of course).

Needless to say, George was putty in her hands. You see, Fred already has a suspicion (as I'm sure most of you wonderful people do as well) that George is a bit taken with Gina. I mean this would explain the dreams, the not wanting to do any kind of prank on them, the not laughing when he should be, and the unnecessary blushing he goes through when anyone so much as mentions her name or if he is within viewing distance of her. So he of course gave in and started lowering his hand in which the letters were placed. He wasn't really aware the he was lowering his arm; it's just that he was staring at Gina and the look in her eyes makes him forget everything else. As soon as the letters are within reaching distance, Fran makes a grab for them and safely secures both letters in her own hands.

The reason Gina didn't make a grab for the letters was because she was also transfixed but George's eyes. It's the first time this has happened to her. She's never come across a guy whose eyes can make her melt the way she knows she's made other guys melt. It's strange, but she likes it, it makes her feel all happy, like she has a million little butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. I think it's safe to say that George feels the same way too.

"Ahem." Fran coughed loudly as Fred snapped his fingers in George's face. "Here you are Gina, your letter." Fran said with sophistication (because she felt like doing it that way) as she passed Gina her letter and continued reading hers. This is what the letters said:

Dear Miss Gina (or Fran in Fran's case) Waters,

Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' present Headmaster, and I are pleased to confirm with you that you have been accepted to the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We have been informed that you are currently residing at a house in London (A/N: is Number 12 Grimauld Place in London?) and are staying there with the Weasley's, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger. It is common practice for the arriving first years to ride across the lake on small boats to the castle and we considered sending you and your sister along this route, but after much thought (and the information about where you are staying the summer and with whom) we have decided that you may ride in the carriages with the rest of the students.

Upon arrival of the castle you will follow your friends to the front doors at which time you will be escorted away to wait for the sorting with the rest of the first years. You will be sorted after them and your situation will then be explained to the rest of the school. Enclosed is a list of the books and supplies you will need to purchase for the forthcoming school year. We hope that you are looking forward to attending Hogwarts and that you will push yourselves to excel.

Sincerely,

M. McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.

"Hmmm...it looks like we need to get new robes as well." Gina mused as she read the list of books and supplies. The list said they needed black robes and the reason this was mentioned was because Hogwarts wasn't sure what kind of uniform their Canadian counterparts wore.

The only school for Witchcraft and Wizardry in Canada is Ellesmere, which is located at the northern most point of Nunavut just west of Greenland, on Ellesmere Island. In fact the island's eastern shores are quite close to the western shores of Greenland. The school is in fact carved out of a mountain, so any muggles who just happen to come across it will think nothing strange of a mountain. The mountain is located on the south of the island, just west of the muggle inhabited town of Grise Fiord. Ellesmere Island is north-west of Baffin Island which is north of Hudson Bay, north of Manitoba, Ontario, and Quebec. There are not as many witches and wizards in Canada as there is in Britain so all of the students go to Ellesmere. Each province (or territory) has a train in which the students ride. The trains from Quebec, Newfoundland (along with Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and P.E.I., all on the same train) go to the town of Saglouc, most northern settlement in Quebec. Trains from all the other provinces/territories go to Chesterfield Inlet, which is located in Nunavut just west of Saglouc. Depending on which province they are coming from it can take hours or days to get to these locations. At these locations, the students are then transported to the school by way of Floo powder. They have a system there in which there is a fire place the size of a large wall and very deep, so it can fit many students in at a time. The students are transported in there year groups starting from 7th and going to 1st. This large fireplace is located in the Entrance Hall on the wall opposite the entrance doors. This large fireplace provides comfort and warmth to the students, especially when they have just entered the school from outside as it is very cold this far north. The Great Hall of Ellesmere is remarkably like the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but of course the twins don't know that yet. Unfortunately they do not have an enchanted ceiling, but the Hall is very comfortable and warm.

Because it is inside a mountain the school is very cave like, but homey as well. There are as well four houses in Ellesmere, just as there are in Hogwarts. I believe it is said (in the book 'Days Gone By: A History of Ellesmere') that Godric Gryffindor's cousin Gareth Gryffindor was a founding member of Ellesmere, one that helped build the school. He had the help of many Inuit spirits when building and soon the school was fit for students. The four houses are as follows:

Sedna – the sea goddess

Sila – the weather spirit of the earth

Anirniq – the spirit of breath and soul

Tuniq – the legendary giants

Sedna would be the equivalent of Gryffindor; the ones who are brave and good. Sila is like Ravenclaw; the ones in which intelligence runs deep. Anirniq is like Hufflepuff; the ones who are kind to all creatures. And Tuniq is like Slytherin; the ones who's ambitions are strong and power is a common goal.

Because of the location of the school the uniforms greatly differed from those of Hogwarts. The students wore thick, animal skin and fur coats when outside and inside (over top of their pants and/or skirts, shirts and ties) they wore a thinner robe like garment made of seal skin and fur (A/N: the fur is actually quite soft when rubbed one way and a bit coarse when rubbed the other way; I know because we had an exchange student from Greenland when I was 8 and she brought my sister I toy seals that were covered in real seal skin). They usually wore soft wolf skin and fur slipper type boots when they were inside (to keep feet warm ) and stiff boots covered in polar bear skin and fur for outside. Of course you can't forget mittens and hats and all the other accessories one needs when one is outside in the cold north. This is why Gina stated they needed to get new robes...because they don't have black ones at their school.

(A/N: in case you're wondering, I was looking at a map when figuring out the geography and names and such for Ellesmere. Anything geographical is real and was from a map of Canada I have...the names of towns and such are real as well. The house names I got from a site about Inuit spirits and carvings and such, so those names and the meanings are real as well. The other stuff I made up and tried to be as creative as I could. I hope you like)

"That we do Gina that we do." Fran agreed with her sister. They were both remembering their old school and the robes they wore there when the other twins brought them back to the real world.

"What were you two daydreaming about? I mean I know that my strapping good looks are too much some times, but next time try not to go off in your own little world that we can't follow you into...we might get lonely out here." Fred said in a tone that suggested he really did think that he was ruggedly handsome.

Fran just snorted and Gina corrected Fred. "Actually, we were thinking about Ellesmere."

"What's Ellesmere?" George asked with a puzzled, but very cute, look on his face. Gina smiled at him and almost did start day dreaming about how handsome she thought George was when she remembered his question. "It's the name of our school in Canada. Would you like to hear about it?"

"Wait a sec. Before we go into a long speech on Ellesmere, what is a prefect?" Fran interjected. At first George and Fred were shocked, but then they remembered that the girls were from Canada so they went about explaining prefects and head boy/girl. "Right, now I get it." She said when they had finished.

Gina was about to start explaining about Ellesmere when George interrupted. "Hang on, wait a minute. I think maybe we should get Hermione in here. I know she'll want to know all about other wizarding schools (she likes to know everything) and I don't want to have to make you say it all twice, because if she finds out you told us she's going to make you tell her." And with that George disappeared to find Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. Once the four of them were back in the kitchen Gina and Fran went into the story of their school and all that great stuff that you all just read.

"And then we were sledding and we ran into this huge polar bear. It was one of the scariest things ever because we had left our wands in our room. If Ben hadn't been there to distract it and obliterate us from its memory, we never would have gotten out of there." Fran finished with a huff of excitement. It was one of her favourite stories to tell. Of course any story that includes a brush with death is one of Fran's favourites.

"It sounds as though it'd be really neat to go to school there. So if you guys have houses too, what house were you in?" Fred aksed.

"We were both in Sedna, the sea goddess house. The one for all the brave people." Gina said with a wink to no one in particular.

"Right, so that's like our Gryffindor. I hope you guys get sorted into Gryffindor, that's the house we're in, it's the best one." George said as he beamed with pride for his house.

"Yeah that would be cool. It's always great to hear someone thinks your brave, even if you don't think that of yourself." Fran said with a chuckle.

"You know, your school reminds me of Durmstrang in Bulgaria. My friend goes there and he said it's really cold." Hermione informed them.

"Hmph," said Ron. "How is Vikki by the way? Gotten any good letters from him lately?" he sniggered at his own comment and started sulking. He was worried for Harry today and he didn't need Hermione to go mentioning Viktor Krum.

Before an argument could escalate from this comment, Mrs. Weasley came into the kitchen and demanded everyone's attention.

"We are going to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies. Gina, Fran, your parents gave me this to give to you. It's an account number for Gringotts. You will need to take out money to get your school things and for spending during the year." She handed Gina a slip of paper and proceeded to usher her children towards the fire place as she talked. "Everyone ready? Good. Who's first?"

"I'll go and then Fred can follow. Then Gina and Fran." George answered. Soon the four of them were in the Leaky Cauldron waiting Mrs. Weasley and the rest of them. Once everyone had arrived they all headed to Gringotts. After Gringgotts Mrs. Weasley gave out specific instructions to all of them; Hermoine, Ron, and Ginny were to stay together (only 'cause Ginny didn't want to stay with her mother by herself and she would rather go with Hermione) and the twins were all supposed to stay together. She was going to get Harry's supplies and they were all supposed to meet back at Gringotts in 2 hours. Your hear that? 2 hours! Don't be late. If anyone needs more time than that we'll see what we can do, but you better not dawdle." And with that she was off to her first stop: Flourish and Blotts.

"Ok, righteo off we go!" Fred said a little too enthusiastically while the rest ran after him and tried to keep up. "Where to first?" he asked when he had finally decided to stop.

"Well I think we should go to the robe shop 'cause we need robes first of all." Gina suggested. "Where's the robe shop?"

"It's called Madam Malkins and its right over here." George said pointing to a building that was ahead and to the left of them. "Let's go." So they all headed off for Madam Malkins and went about their business.

Once the girls had been measured for robes, they left the shop (and would be back later to pick up the finished robes) and headed for Flourish and Blotts. Once they had all their books and their extra potions ingredients and once the boys had all of their things, they went to Fortescue's for some ice cream. Once they were finished they went to the Magical Menagerie to look at the animals before heading back to Madam Malkins to pick up the finished robes.

"Wow, these are so much lighter than our seal skin robes," Fran mused as she tried on a set of her new school robes and twirled around in them. Gina was doing the same thing and they were both admiring the way the robes made them look. They rather liked it.

"Alright, alright you two, you look lovely. Now could we please leave before we're late?" George pleaded with them receiving a look from Gina that made him want to melt into a puddle and looks from Fran and Fred that made him want to punch them...or at least Fred. He turned towards the door and started walking when he heard snickering behind him and a voice say "oh grow up." There was the sound of someone picking up their bags and packages and then of shuffling feet. Soon he found there was someone beside him, huffing because they were out of breath from trying to catch up to him.

"Oh, here Gina, let me help you with those." He said, trying to be polite. Gina shot him a grateful look and a smile as she passed him a couple of her bags and continued walking beside him.

"You know, you can't let those two bother you." Her voice was small beside him and it sent shivers up and down his spine. He was starting to get very annoyed with these reactions he had whenever she spoke or looked at him. They were getting on his nerves and he didn't know what to do about them. "They just lack the part of the part of the brain that harbours intelligence, so all they can do is laugh and try to come back with snitty remarks that do nothing but make obvious their lack of intelligence," she pointed out as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. The look on her face was serious and when she turned to look at him she smiled and winked at him. It as all he could do to smile back and not faint on the spot.

"Hey, you up there!" Fran shouted. "Oi, pea brain! I thought we were supposed to stick together." Fred yelled as he and Fran ran to catch up with their twins. All Gina and George did was stop, turn around, and start laughing, before they continued to make their way to Gringotts, leaving behind a very confused Fred and Fran. When they finally arrived at the wizarding bank they were met with more confused stares from Ginny, Hermione, and Ron, which only made them laugh harder.

Soon Fran and Fred had reached the steps and were bent over, trying to catch their breath. "What happened to you two? Why are you all out of breath?" George inquired after looking at them.

"Some little git went and stole a bag of Fran's so we ran after him." Fred spewed out breathlessly. "Yeah, so we chased him all over Diagon Alley and finally cornered him at the ice cream shop." Fran added. "Luckily the wizard who owns the shop realized our predicament and got the bag away from the little thief." Fran looked like she thought the little 'thief' was evil incarnate.

"So we ran all the way back here so we wouldn't be late. And it looks like we're just in time." Fred said as he pointed to his mother who was walking towards them all with packages tucked beneath her arms.

"All right then," she shouted out to them. "Done all your shopping?"

There were choruses of "yes mum" and "yes Mrs. Weasley" as they made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron.

Once back in the privacy of their own room, Gina and Fran took out their new black school robes and admired them. Of course because they were black they were somewhat slimming and although Gina and Fran don't need any help in that department, they still think about those things, because, isn't that what all girls do?

"Fran, don't you think these skirts are going to take some getting used to?" Gina questioned, holding up the short, pleated skirt that was to be part of their new uniform. "I mean I'm just so used to the long, thick skirts we had to wear so we'd stay warm. There was no time to care about what you looked like; everyone just wanted to stay warm. At least these are somewhat fashionable, not that we really care about being fashionable. Comfort is more important I always say." She finished with a sigh.

"Too true Gina, too true. I agree with you there, but look at it this way: with these skirts it'll be hard not to attract some attention from members of the male persuasion. Even with these robes on. I think they know the skirts are under there, they'll just have to wait patiently to see them." Fran said as she rolled over laughing.

"Fran!" Gina said looking scandalized. "I can't believe you just said that."

"Well someone had too," she replied with a smirk on her face. "I know you were thinking it. Well I know you were at least thinking of wanting to attract attention from one certain male in particular." She said before covering her head with a pillow to protect herself from Gina's attack she knew was coming after a comment like that.

"You...you...gah!" and with that Gina and Fran were involved in a very intense pillow fight that lasted 15 minutes before both the girls fell to the floor in exhaustion. They had had a tiring day and when they have pillow fights they go all out, put forth all their energy and alas, it leaves them lying in unattractive heaps on the floor.

"Alright seriously Gina, you do have some sort of level of feelings for George, don't you?"

Before answering Gina rolled over so she was right beside Fran and whispered "maybe we should check for those ears, I definitely don't want to be answering a question like that and have them hearing it." So they checked and to Gina's great relief found no trace of the ears. "Well if you must know, yes, I guess I do have some sort of crush on him, but I don't really know him that well so I'm not really clear on how I feel and if it's genuine or if it's just something that'll pass." She explained, looking down at her hands in her lap, a confused, thoughtful look on her face. "How could you tell?"

"Oh it was kind of obvious, on his part as well as yours. You two have to make your staring less long and obvious. It's like you guys are in your own little world where just looking at each other is all you ever need to do. It's sort of sad in a way, because it's like you guys fell in love at first sight or something, but are to afraid to do anything about it. I mean every time we caught you guys staring today you snapped out of it as if your life depended on it. It was the funniest thing really and the blushing you two do, it's almost ridiculous!" Fran ended with a laugh. When she saw that Gina didn't try to deny any of it, but started blushing again, she went up to he sister, sat beside her and put her arm around her. "You know what you need?" Gina just gave her a questioning look, as she continued. "You need some moose tracks ice cream. That always made you feel better. It has everything a woman could ask for! Chocolate, ice cream, and more chocolate, who could resist?"

Gina just chuckled and asked where they were going to get any, but Fran shushed her and said "well, Gina, it's me we're talking about! You know I always carry some around with a forever freezing charm. Besides, the ice cream man, Mr. Fortesque, or something or other, said that although he doesn't carry it now, he would order some to try it and he's going to alert the ice cream shop in Hogsmede, his cousin actually, that we are coming to Hogwarts and we will purchase large amounts of moose tracks ice cream if they will only have it in stock. How does that sound, huh?"

"Oh that sounds wonderful. Let's eat!" and with that the two girls busied themselves with getting the forever frozen ice cream out of Fran's trunk and into their mouths. They enjoyed this little taste of something Canadian and familiar and talked like school girls (which of course they are), giggling into the night for hours, until they were too tired to hold the bowls and their eyelids were too heavy to keep open. They crawled into bed with light hearts and stomachs full of ice cream, knowing they would regret ever having eaten that much ice cream once they woke up in the morning.

As George and Fred were unpacking their books and supplies, silence was all around them. George was the first to speak

sigh

"Huh? What did you say?" Fred wondered aloud.

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking." George replied. "About what?" Fred asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes that could only mean trouble. When George said nothing Fred went a little further. "Oh, I just wasn't sure if you were thinking about a certain brown haired foreign girl who just might look really cute in those short skirts that Hogwarts so willingly makes the girls wear to tease and please us members of the male persuasion. I mean they must understand what it does to us fine, handsome specimens to see young attractive females walking around school in the warm months without the protection of their long, black robes that cover all. I think they do it just to distract us, make us rather look at girls than study, but I'm onto their little game. I'll pass my classes and THEN I'll look at the females!" He finished with intense enthusiasm.

He chose that moment to look directly at George whose face was tomato red. "Don't you dare talk about Gina like that." He said defiantly. "Oh so you were thinking about her. I thought so." Fred said with a smug look on his face. All the while Fred is sitting on his bed looking smug, George is about to explode so he takes his pillow and throws it fight at Fred's face and receives a very oomph from the one whose face his pillow has connected with and the one who was speaking disrespectful words about the girls he likes. 'Wait a minute,' he thought. 'The girl I like? Since when do I like a girl?'

"Ow, oi, bugger off you!" George has just been hit with his own pillow, something he should have been expecting. In fact it has taken Fred a rather long time to retaliate and George would stop to ponder the meaning of this, but he realizes that it was his pondering that got him hit in the first place.

"Hey man, I'm just getting you back. What was so distracting there?"

"Fred. Do you promise not to make fun of me, whatever I say?" George asks his brother with a slight pleading expression in his eyes.

"Of course, on my honour as your twin I will swear not to make fun of you in anyway, although I do reserve the right to laugh at will if I cannot control myself under any circumstances." The look in Fred's eye told George that his twin was probably going to laugh at just about anything and everything he said, which didn't help matters.

"I'm serious Fred. Please." George's tone of voice seemed to indicate to Fred that this was a serious issue and should be treated as such, so he settled down and became serious. You may be thinking, Fred Weasley being serious? It's not possible. Oh but it is. It is when it's his twin we're talking about.

"Ok, I'm completely serious now. Shoot."

"Right, well you were teasing me about Gina earlier and I just wanted to say that yes I was thinking about her, no I was not thinking about her in a short skirt, and yes it bugs me when you tease me about her. I mean, I must have some feelings for her or I wouldn't turn the colour of our hair whenever I see her or talk to her. I just don't know exactly what I feel so I'm really confused. I wonder if this is what Ginny feels like. I mean I don't know Gina that well and Ginny didn't know Harry at all when she started liking him. I mean she knew about him, but had never met him. I'm seriously thinking about never teasing her about him again, because I know how she feels now." He finished quietly while Fred just looked at him, a smile playing on his lips.

"I thought that's what you were going to say. You see, I can read you better than anyone, I mean I better be able to I'm your twin! So I know what you're feeling sometimes or at least I can make a pretty close guess. I think it's just good for you to actually voice your feelings out loud, it probably made you feel a bit better, eh?" His smile grew as he watched George's nod of affirmation. "Why don't we just go to bed, you can sleep on it. And besides, it's not like you have to figure it out anytime soon, sometimes these things are just best left to themselves," 'or to matchmakers' he thought slyly. "Well, goodnight George."

"Night Fred."

As George laid down and pulled the covers over top of him, he thought that just letting things take their own course would probably be a good idea; it would be less work for him anyway.

A/N: Well this chapter is finally finished, and it only took me three days to do it! Of course not three full days, but three days of work here and there. Although today I worked many hours and had many distractions. It is 11:23pm on Saturday August 28, 2004 and I am finally going to post the 4 chapter.

I would like to thank Leticia and Regeane for keeping me away from writing the very last bit while we talked away on msn, but also for taking interest in this chapter because I gave you cookies from it squee. So thank you very much, I love you two and I hope we will soon be having our next adventure!!! Oh and you can also blame these two and the fact that it's very late at night, for the way the last bit is written and the ramblings of the characters. I apologize to anyone who doesn't like it, but I will say that I find it quite amusing. -