Give Me Something Good

By: aMindofMyOwn and PotterSnitch7

This is the first fanfic written by both of us-it's a humor fic that probably will have no point except to make you roll on the floor and let us reflect on us as best friends in a way of twins. Cheers.

Chapter 1-written by PotterSnitch7 with added content by aMindofMyOwn

Beep.

Beep.

Beeeeeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbee-

"Shut it up! Ahhh! The noise kills! Kills, George, KILLS! Argh, turn it OFF!"

"All right, all right, it's off…God, that alarm clock never fails to annoy us."

Thank you, dear brother, and no, it doesn't fail. Now chuck it out the window..."

"No prob."

CRASH!

"Ow, my head!" shrieked Malfoy from below. "Father won't be happy about this! I mean, it doesn't really hurt, but I can pretend it does…"

"I heard that!" Madam Pomfrey shot back. Malfoy sulked, crossing his arms around his chest and pouting.

"Nice one," Fred smirked, giving George a high five.

It was the first day of the Weasley twins' fifth year, and things could only get cooler.

"So, Fred, whaddaya wanna do today? I feel like annoying Ron..."

"...Filch..."

"...scaring first years..."

"You read my mind!" said George, grinning.

But first it was time for breakfast in the house elves' kitchen.

While Fred sat with an alarming amount of Pixie stix in his mouth, George was discussing Quidditch tactics with him. "If we win this next match against

Slytherin, and Ravenclaw wins against Hufflepuff, we'll be favorites to win the Cup, but if we're down by more than fifty before Harry catches the Snitch..."

"George, that's only if Ravenclaw wins by more than 70 points, remember?"

"So sorry, do forgive me."

"Sure thang."

"Don't say thang."

"Why not? I like to shake that thang."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do. Now shut up and feed me chocolate."

"Here you go, bro." Fred handed him a piece of 'candy.' In a minute, Fred turned purple, swelling, swelling, swelling…BOOM! Fred exploded, leaving a trail of fireworks where he had once stood. He was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, he came back, fuming.

"GEORGE! WHAT THE HECK? I TOLD YOU NOT TO TEST THOSE!"

"Gee, sorry…"

They walked out of the kitchen, and as they reached the Gryffindor common room, they heard a loud thud, a screech, and then, a small tiger lept out at them through the portrait hole.

"Oh fudge, GET IT OFF ME!"

Fred seized the beast and heaved it off his twin. George gave a sigh of relief. They kicked the cat through the hole again, and followed it.

Inside, the most horrifying scene they ever had seen met their eyes. Ron was DANCING. With HERMIONE.

"OH MY GOD! It BURNS!" Fred exclaimed.

"I'm BLIND!" moaned George.

"Oh, grow up you two. I'm teaching Ron to dance! The ball's next Friday, and he hasn't a clue. Now, go away, won't you?" said Hermione.

Fred looked at George. George looked at Fred. They both had the trademark Weasley grins on their faces.

They were going to have a BLAST on Friday.