Fred and George

Chapter 3

Forever?

Summary: Fred and George would NEVER let a GIRL come between them. Right?

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Author's Note: I am SOOO sorry this has taken so long! I hope you guys haven't given up on me. I know I would've, but I'm SOOO sorry! The only reason I have is "grounded." I'm SOOO sorry! But now I have my own computer in my room, so I hope to start this up again. thanks for everything!

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"Shh, you'll wake someone up!"

"Oww, you stepped on my foot!"

"Well maybe if you stopped GROWING!"

"Shut up! I think I hear something..."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron had all been taking shifts using the invisibility cloak Harry had inherited from his father to visit Hagrid. Ron was now too tall for them all to fit under it, so they could only go in twos. It was Harry and Ron's turn, and they were standing at the entrance of the boys' dormitory, looking tentatively toward the landing to the common room. Just as they were about to move forward, they heard hushed voices. Ron squinted at Harry through the darkness. He could make out the outline of his face, and he could see his messy, jet-black hair. The light from the window next to them was shining off of Harry's glasses, and Ron could faintly see the famous lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"What do'ya reckon?" He whispered.

"Shh! I'm trying to listen to the voices, figure out who it is." Harry aswered,"It sounds like...Fred and George." Harry said, shooting a confused look at Ron. "Let's try to get a little bit closer."

Ron stooped over a bit farther, making sure his height wasn't revealing their feet, and they shuffled down the stairs onto the landing as quietly as they could. Sure enough, there was Fred and George, sitting in the armchairs by the fireplace, and conversing with their heads together over dying embers.

"What the hell are they doing up at this time of night?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Think about what you just said," Harry told him as they shuffled back up to the boys' dormitory, having decided to visit Hagrid another night.

Fred and George, oblivious of the conversation that had just ocurred only feet away, continued their conversation.

"I think we're gonna win this year." George said.

"Oh yah, you saw how she played." Fred responded.

"Between her and the firebolt-"

"And Harry-"

"I was getting there!"

"Continue."

"Between her, the Firebolt, and Harry, I say we've got the best chances yet." George finished.

"Definately, I mean, did you see the way she played! Of course you did, you were there. Just, the way she was on that broom!" Fred finished with a slight blush.

"You DON'T like her...do you?" George asked Fred.

"No, of course not!" Fred exclaimed. George snorted.

"If we knew occlumency yet, I'd be just as sure you were lying."

"Am not! Why, do you?" Fred shot back at him.

"No! Well..." George averted his eyes and looked uncomfortably at the embers left in the fireplace. "Maybe...a little..."

"YOU! Like a GIRL!" Fred said, pushing George playfully.

"As opposed to...now admit it, you like her too." George challenged, grinning.

"OK, so maybe I do, so what." Fred said, grinning idiotically.

"I was thinking of maybe asking her out..." George trailed off.

"What!" Fred said. "I was going to ask her out!" He said, jumping up from his seat.

"I said it first!" George said, also leaping from his chair.

"SOOO! I LIKED her first!"

"You did not!"

"Did to!"

"Fine, ask her, but I'll ask her first, and besides, she likes me better," George said, now on the landing that lead up to the dormitory.

"You will not! I'll hex you, I swear I will!" Fred said, pulling out his wand just as George pulled out his.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" George yelled, and Fred's wand flew into his hand.

"I'm going to bed!" He yelled as he threw Fred's wand down in front of him.

"Sweat dreams!" Fred yelled sarcastically as George stomped up the stairs.

"Accio wand," Fred muttered, feeling a strange sense of loss.

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Author's Note: WOW that was the stupidest chapter ever. I took Fred and George, the greatest, funniest character ever, and turned them into a tragedy. I hope you liked it! review! and remember-be cruel.

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Pointing out my idiocy

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I'm sorry about all the author notes in the first chapter, they were stupid. Also, it's really unrealistic that Harry would forget that Wood was no longer their Quidditch coach, on account of in a lot of the books Quidditch is the only thing that is keepin' Harry going. I mean, it's part of him man! So you guys, the readers, i expect you to do better than that. Catch these things! If I had been reading it from your point of view, I would've caught it, so you should to (haha) (no, seriously). Also, with the whole Nate stuff, that was not origional, and i'm not claiming it as my idea. It is TOTALLY Colin Creevey, just with a different name. It didn't work out to use Colin at the time this story takes place. IT'S J.K. ROWLINGS IDEA! Also, when I used terms like "yah know" for Draco malfoy, you guys should've caught that. Draco Malfoy would not say "yah know." And with the whole "he had know knowledge of letting Fred go, all he knew was that he wanted to hurt Malfoy as much as possible," sorry, that was a total copy of the part in Book 5. I didn't mean for that to happen. I had forgotten that part was in there, and must've thought it was my own idea. Then I read the book again, and I went, "hey! That looks farmiliar!"

Also, FRED didn't cut him off, PROFFESOR DUMB"EDORE did (chapter 1), and how could Proffesor Dumbledore be at the head table, and suddenly be at the entrance of the great hall? I think the whole really falling off the broom (chapter 2) thing had happened in book one (again, I reread the book). Again, not intentional. Sorry. And did I ACTUALLY use the term "miss goody two shoes!" Someone shoot me, please. And the whole uncontrollable laughter thing was pretty dumb.