Chapter 2

Fred's eyes snapped open as he awoke suddenly. Moving as little as possible he turned his head first to the left and then to the right, analyzing every detail about his four-poster. Nothing seemed to be out of place…

He propped himself up a bit on his elbows, looking over to his twin's bed. The drapes were drawn, but a leg was poking out from under them, and there were soft snoring sounds. Fred blinked.

The leg wasn't out of the ordinary -he knew his brother was a very active sleeper and usually one or two limbs found their way off the bed-, but the snoring sent warning bells off in his head. George didn't snore softly; normally he sounded like a broken vacuum.

Fred grinned to himself. George would be awake for one of two reasons. Either he had woken up especially early and was now staying awake to make sure Fred didn't try anything, or he had woken up early to set something up, and was now waiting for Fred to fall for whatever it was. Since a night of dreaming about the pranks that George could pull tended to make one very paranoid, he decided that there was indeed something set up.

Very carefully he leaned over, took his wand from under his pillow (the one on his bedside table was fake), and took careful aim at George's foot.

"Reducio," he muttered. George yelped (confirming Fred's suspicion that he was awake) and quickly moved his foot, causing the spell to miss and hit the bed instead. Fred giggled madly as the bed started to shrink, George still thrashing about on it.

Hastily George jumped off before he got trapped in the rapidly diminishing four-poster, watching as his bed became roughly the size of someone's head. By this time everyone in the dormitory had been woken up by Fred's laughter.

Aidan O'Shea, one of their year mates, simply cast a silencing charm around his bed and went back to sleep, but once Lee Jordan had figured out what had happened he joined in the laughing. Fred, looking over at a very tousled George lying on the floor, burst into a fresh set of hysterics and rolled off the bed.

After a moment of lying on the floor Fred calmed down and tried to get up. First he tried to prop himself up on his hands, but they wouldn't move. He tried to move his feet. They wouldn't budge off the floor either. Finally he tried to roll over, but it seemed as if his back was stuck firmly on the floor. It was George's turn to burst into laughter, and by this time Lee was positively howling.

"Haha!" he finally gasped out, pointing at Fred, "You're glued to the floor!" Fred blinked, and then started laughing again as well.

"So I am!" Fred said, chortling. "And look, so is George!" he said, pointing as best he could to his twin, who also was stuck.

"Must have, must have fallen into the spell when you jumped off the bed," Lee said to George, still gasping for breath. After a moment all three of them calmed down (well, for the most part, every once in awhile one of them would start giggling again).

"So…" Fred began, looking as best he could at Lee. "Fancy taking this spell off me?" Lee shook his head, still grinning.

"No, I don't think I do."

"Say, dearest friend of all dear friends-" George started, looking at Lee as hopefully as he could with a good portion of his face stuck to the floor.

"You either," Lee said with a chortle and a yawn as he got out of bed. "I'm going to breakfast."

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Three hours later Fred and George finally managed to unstick themselves. Well, they hadn't really done anything; the spell had just worn off. It was a good thing it had, too, because they probably would have been there for a good deal longer if it hadn't.

Their hopes of being freed had been dashed when another of their year mates had followed Lee out, leaving them alone with a sleeping Aidan. Aidan, who had been their last chance, seemed to think they deserved it for waking him up so early and left them as well. It was because of this they had now missed half of Potions. Needless to say, they were heartbroken.

And now this was how things stood. Fred and George each had a point (points were given using a relatively complicated system (monitored by Lee) that determined the winner of the 'fight'), both were very hungry, and both were making their way to the kitchen.

Walking was difficult, because neither wanted the other out of their sight. Because of this neither one nor the other could walk ahead, so they walked side by side. And because neither of them wanted to rely on peripheral vision to monitor their twin, they walked facing each other full on. Together they painted a very amusing picture; two identical red heads glaring at each other walking crab-style down the hall.

They would have continued like this all the way to the kitchens had they not run into Professor McGonagall. She walked past them, realised what she had just seen, and doubled back.

"Excuse me, Weasley and Weasley, just what do you think you're doing?" Immediately both of them were the pictures of innocence.

"Doing? What makes you think we're doing anything, my good Professor?" Fred asked, smiling at her in what he obviously thought was a disarming way. McGonagall was immediately suspicious. Well, more so than she had been at any rate.

"Why aren't you in class?" she asked instead.

"We're going to class now, actually," George said quickly.

"Which class?" McGonagall asked, sighing.

"Potions," Fred and George chorused at the same time.

"And why aren't you already in class?"

"We were stuck to the floor of our dormitory," Fred explained as though that was the most obvious thing in the world. McGonagall sighed again and turned to leave, giving up on them. Fred and George grinned at each other briefly (before reassuming their glares) and started back down the hall.

"Oh, Weasleys?" Professor McGonagall called after them. They froze. "The Potions dungeon is in the other direction. Five points from Gryffindor."

A/N: Happy Holidays, everyone! I'm sorry, I would have had this up yesterday but I couldn't think of how to end it. Please review!