Disclaimer: None of the recognizable characters belong to me. If they did, I wouldn't write random stuff like this for no pay!
A/N: Sorry for the long wait! School's just been overloading me incredibly. Enough of that though! Ok…the rest of this story, except for the last chapter, is going to be 3rd person memories of the relationship.
Happily Ever After, Chapter 2
"Go on, Fred! Just ask her," George's voice echoed through the long stairwell, and Fred clamped his free hand tightly over his twin's mouth.
"Just say it for the world to hear, why don't you," Fred replied sullenly, drawing his eyebrows into a frown. George shoved Fred's hand away, grinning slyly.
"Well, if you insist," he said coyly, drawing a deep breath. Fred scowled, drowning his brother's yells out by his own.
"YOU IDIOT; WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? IT'S NOT AS EASY AS ALL THAT, YOU KNOW. ESPECIALLY WHEN…" Fred suddenly stopped as Filch appeared at the top of the stairs, grimacing.
"STOP ALL THIS INFERNAL SHOUTING, YOU WICKED BOYS!" Filch bellowed, causing Fred and George to cringe as they turned and fled down the stairs to the lavatory nearest to them. They shoved the door open, and, seeing no one in sight, sat down on the sink ledge.
"Now," George began, "tell me why you're so hesitant? You know every girl in Hogwarts would break her neck to go out with you." Fred smiled slightly, then shook his head.
"She's different, though. She might not want to; I mean, you know how she can be…" Fred's voice wavered slightly, almost as if he were on the verge of tears. Suddenly, out of the blue, came the ghost of a young, frail girl, in pigtails.
"Oh…I thought maybe it was Harry," Moaning Myrtle said shyly, looking the twins over. "You must be the Weasley twins. Come to blow something up or throw a dungbomb at me, to see if I can smell it?" Her voice became a wail, and Fred and George covered their ears desperately.
"Myrtle, if you must know, we came here to get away from Filch." Fred's voice was cross, and louder than he'd intended, still having his ears covered.
"And to talk to him about why he just won't ask this girl out…" George's perfect lips curved into a cutely sly smile, at which Myrtle blushed whitely. His words suddenly sunk in, though, and she jumped at the subject.
"Who?" Myrtle's pigtails bounced slightly as she grinned at George.
"Shut it, George. Sorry, Myrtle, we've got to be going. I've got…stuff to do…" Fred scowled at his brother, then led him out of the lavatory, arguing with him about the girl. George turned to wave at Myrtle, but she had, with another shriek, gone plunging into the toilet, crying.
"Nice going, Einstein." George looked at his brother dryly.
"What? Hermione must go in there all the time. Like I want Myrtle knowing about…"
"About what? I go where?" Fred and George stopped immediately, and turned to find themselves facing a furious looking Hermione Granger.
A/N:Sorry to leave you hanging! Next chapter will have more action, less talk. R&R, flames accepted!