Chapter Two
A couple months passed since little Ron was born and it was Fred and Georges third birthday. The whole house was decorated with balloons, ribbons, and confetti. There was a big cake that said "Happy Birthday Fred and George" scribbled across the top, and colorful presents piled at the end of the table. The twins were excited. They were running around the house trying to pass the time before their dad got back from the store with their favorite ice cream.
"Finally." sighed Mrs. Weasley as she opened the door so Mr. Weasley could run in with the large tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream, Fred and George's favorite of course. (A/N: Actually, it is my favorite…but it is now Fred and George's favorite too. lol!) "Kids! Party time."
"Yeah!" yelled the twins as they charged into the small, decorated kitchen and threw themselves down at the table. They sat there patiently with their little hands nicely folded in their little laps while waiting for the rest of the family to come in.
Moments later, everybody was in the kitchen and seated at the small table except Percy of course, the "know it all", came walking in like he owned the place.
"Percy, get a move on!" Urged Mrs. Weasley. "The twins have been waiting patiently all day for this moment and we don't need you to slow it down for them."
Percy plopped down in the last available chair and sat his little body up like he was the king.
"Where Ron?" asked Fred.
"He is sleeping in the living room dear." Mrs. Weasley said sweetly.
"Oh." Fred said as he stared at the bright fire on the end of their mum's wand as she lit the six little candles. (A/N: Six candles, three for each of them.)
"Ok!" said Mrs. Weasley with a big smile on her little face as she flicked the lights off with a motion of her wand and started to sing "Happy Birthday" Then everyone joined in.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Fred and Geo…" They all stopped from a loud cry that was coming from the other room.
"Oh, dear. We woke Ron. Hold on for just one moment while I go see what's the matter. I will be right back." Then she disappeared into the next room.
They waited for about a minute and when she didn't return, they all started talking. Percy was arguing with dad about how he wanted the first pieces of cake and Charlie and Bill where talking about dragons and how they wished they had a real one. Fred and George looked at each other and frowned. Ten minutes passed and she still didn't return.
"Mum is takin' long time. Wat is she doin'?" said Fred.
"I duno. Wanna go see?" George already started to slide off his chair but his mother stumbled back into the kitchen and plopped back down in her chair. George climbed back in his chair and just shrugged at his twin.
"He just needed a changing. Then I rocked him back to sleep. He should be fine now." She then looked at everyone and smiled. "Ok, where were we? Oh, yes… Happy Birthday to you…" Then they all started again. After the singing was over Mrs. Weasley went and knelt by the twins and asked them a simple question.
"Do you want to eat cake first or open your presents?"
"Open presents!" They both choired together. But their yelling woke Ron again.
"Oh, dear. Not again." She started to walk towards the door but turned around right before she walked into the other room. "Please wait for me again. I want to see my little twins faces when they see what the got." Then she ran into the living room.
Moments later she came walking back in with a little giggling bundle in her chubby arms. She handed the bundle to Mr. Weasley and a little hand popped up out of the blanket and touched Mr. Weasley's big, red chin.
"Ok, here you go." Said Mrs. Weasley as she placed a present in front of each of the twins. She barley had time to pull her hands away before they started to attack the presents. In moments, the presents were all opened and the goodies they got in them were in a pile right in front of them. They each got a new action figure, two new shirts, pretend brooms, and super hero costumes.
"I wove my gifts mum!" Squealed George.
"Me too!" Fred yelled.
"I'm glad." Mrs. Weasley smiled as she gave them both a big warm hug. "Ok, now who wants cake?" She got up and walked to the other side of the table to where the big cake was. Everyone's hands were in the air, including Mr. Weasley's. "Good. The birthday boys get the first pieces." She glared at Percy and he looked up at her with wide eyes and a face like "what".
She was about to start cutting when Ron's little annoying cry stopped her and she ran to Mr. Weasley and gently lifted his little body from the large warm hands that were holding him tight.
"I'm sorry. Let me go put him back to sleep. Don't start without me. I'll be right back." And at that she slowly walked into the living room again while singing and rocking the little baby.
About five minutes later, she comes running back in and finishes cutting the sweet cake. "I'm sorry everyone. I'm sure he is sound asleep now and he wont interrupt us anymore." Then she started to pass out the big sweet pieces of chocolate cake, starting with Fred and George.
After all the pieces of cake were passed out, Fred and George were already half way done with their cake and half of it looked like it didn't even make it to their mouth, their faces were so messy.
Mrs. Weasley was about to sit down to enjoy her piece of cake when Fred yelled, "I done!"
He lifted up his chocolate covered plate and his cold, metal fork slid off the side and banged against the marble floor. Everyone at the table got quiet, just waiting for Ron to start screaming again. But it never came.
"Nice goin' dummy." Percy yelled.
"Waaahhhhhh!"
"Goodness, Percy. You went and woke up Ron." Their mother glared at Percy with anger forming in her eyes. She threw her napkin down on the hard wooden table and threw her chair back and stormed out of the room.
"Look who bad boy now." Smiled George as he stuck his little pink tongue out at his dumb older brother.
Fred quietly slid out of his chair and crawled under the table. He tugged his twin brothers pants and George quietly slid under too.
"We put bug in Percy's cake." Fred said with a huge smile on his little white face.
"But we get in trouble if we do dat." George complained.
"How do you know?" Fred asked as he searched around the floor for any kind of bug, dead or alive. "Help me find somefing."
" Ok, but we find bug better outside."
"I saw one dismorning crawl in da kitchen. But I don't know where it went."
"That was long time ago."
"Here one!" Fred said as he snatched up a little black beetle and climbed back into his chair. George did the same.
"So, how we gonna put it in Percy's cake?" George whispered as Fred struggled to keep the ugly bug in his little hands.
"Like dis." Fred got up and waddled over to Percy who was sitting on his shinny little knees and shoving as much cake in his mouth all at once. Fred reached up and dropped the shiny little beetle, which was still alive by the way, into Percy's sweet chocolate cake.
"Fred!" Yelled Mr. Weasley. "What do you think you are doing?"
Fred stood back and folded his cold, little hands right in front of him and looked down at his bare little white feet. But it was too late.
"CRUNCH""Euugggggg!" Percy gagged and spit everything he had in his mouth out all over the kitchen floor.
"Fred!" Mr. Weasley stood up and stomped over to where Fred's little body was standing. "Now, why did you do that for?"
"We gettin' tired of Ron waking up and Percy didn' have to go and yell." George said before Fred had a chance to answer.
"You were in this too?" Mr. Weasley asked as he glared at George.
"Yes sir." George said as he ran next to his twin and stood the exact same way.
"If it wasn't your birthday, you two would be in time out for an hour." Both their mouths dropped and they looked at Percy who had chocolate everywhere all over his little face. He still looked sick even though he had a huge smile on his wicked little face. "But since today is your birthday, your punishment wont start till tomorrow. Do you two hear me?"
"But! Why?" They both complained at the same time.
"Do you two hear me?" Mr. Weasley repeated.
"Yes sir." They choired.
"Now both of you sit down and don't move until I say you can."
"Ok." Both of their faces where pale and they did exactly what there father said. But they were still angry.
"Here Percy, let me help you wipe your filthy mouth." Mr. Weasley then started to scrub Percy's messy face. He wouldn't sit still.
"Why we get trouble when Percy was da one messing our birfday up?" Said George as he leaned over to whisper into his twin's ear.
"Ya." Fred whispered. "We need do somefing bout dis and do it fast."
"Like wat?" George said with interest.
"Like make dad eat bugs."
"But we did dat bug ting already, to Percy."
"Ok, den we can put bugs in his side of da bed!"
"Now dats a good idea!"
Their mum came walking back in with little Ron wrapped in her chubby arms. She looked around at everyone at the crowded table. "Is everyone finished?" She asked as she handed little Ron back to Mr. Weasley.
"Yes." They all choired except for Percy.
"Are you finished Percy?" Mrs. Weasley repeated.
"Maybe." He said with an attitude. He then slouched in his chair.
"You will answer me with respect Mr. Percy Weasley, or you will go to your room for the rest of the night." She started grabbing dirty dishes and threw them in the sink. She said the spell for the scrubber to do the rest for her.
"Yes ma'am." Percy mumbled as he sat up more in the big chair.
"That's better. Now can you help mummy bring the dishes to the sink?" She asked all the kids. "Except for the twins. They're not old enough to be able to hold the heavy plates.
"Da twins did somting bad mummy." Percy tattled as he grabbed his heavy plate and cup.
"Oh, yeah. What did they do?" She asked while giving the twins the "look" early.
"Dey put a gross bug in my cake." He made a grossed out face. "And I ate it." He then smirked at the twins who were trying to hide under the table, but there little red heads popped out over the top.
"Fred and George!" Screeched Mrs. Weasley. She shoved her little chubby hands on her big hips. "Let me see your faces please?"
"Hi." said Fred as he poked his little freckled face out from over the top of the table.
"Did you need somfing?" asked George sarcastically.
"EXCUSE ME!" She screeched. She ran over to them, grabbed them both by there arms and dragged them to the living room. "You two have been bad for the past thirty minutes. What has gotten into you two?" She stood them in front of her and she knelt down to their level.
Ro---." They were about to start but there mum interrupted them.
"Ok, I don't want to hear it. You two will go up stairs and get ready for your baths and then you are going to bed."
"Now?" Fred complained.
"But tis only seven o'clock. We go bed at eight."
"No, buts. You have been very bad and I don't like your behavior. We did not raise evil twins."
"Fred is da evil twin, not me." George laughed.
"No I'm not dummy." Fred bopped George on the back of his red head and they started to play fight.
"Ok, ok, that's enough you two." She said as she separated them. "Now go upstairs and get into the bath tub. Now!"
They both tumbled up the stairs and ran into the bathroom. They started to take off there clothes and then they waited for there mum to come and give them their baths.
"So, when are we going to do dat bug ting to dad?" George asked Fred as they climbed into the empty tub.
"Sometime dis week, or when we can."
Moments later their mum came in and gave them there baths and got them dressed into their sleepers, Fred's was red and George's was blue. Then they were put to bed.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter three will come out soon. Please R&R on your way out.