Okay, well, long time no see. Literally. Been busy with 13 roleplays at the same time. It stinks, because I forget which one is which. Anyway, I wrote this chapter 5 days ago, and even downloaded it to documents. You know what? Totally forgot the part about actually uploading it to the story. This morning I was like, "I wonder why I haven't had any reviews...do I stink that bad?" Well, case of the no reviews has been solved and closed. That's the best excuse I could come up with.
Chapter 15, which suffers from writer's block.
"I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"There was nothing to know."
"Nothing at all."
"Nothing."
"Nadda."
"Zip."
"Enough!" Hermione yelled. "That was your prank. You two aren't prats. And you ate all of the french toast for breakfast this morning."
Fred rubbed his stomach. "It was good french toast."
George's eyes rolled up in his head. "And yet oddly sickining."
Hermione put her hands on her hips, an evil glare in her eyes. "You two screwed up this time."
"I know..." Fred burped.
"Not the french toast, you block heads! The prank!"
"I think I need to take care of some issues..." George gulped, running towards the bathroom.
"I'm coming with!"
Hermione stood there. For minutes on end. Listening to sickening noises.
Inside however, the twins were up to something else.
"Thank Merlin we made these barfing bags," George smirked. He squeezed one, and the noise was, well, unsanitary.
"Exclusive recording of Draco Malfoy himself," Fred agreed, piercing the air with another sicking noise.
They both snickered and did a final squeeze. A flush of the toilet and they joined Hermione once again.
Her facail expression was enough to fear her, but her eyes slowly turning red would make your skin crawl. Put them together, and you have the reason why Krum really went out with her.
George yelped and lept into his brother's arms. Fred dropped him, and with a loud thud, George landed at Hermione's feet.
"Oh please Hermione, we'll do whatever you want!" George begged, kissing her pink shoe laces.
Hermione smirked. "Say I'm sorry to everyone you've pranked, and then maybe I'll forgive you."
"WHAT?" Fred screamed. The horror.
"Okay," George said suddenly.
A/N: So. Do Fred and George still have some dignity left? No. Duh. But do they have a way to get it back? Yes. Another duh. And I know that this is a short chapter. Tell you what...I have a fresh plate of cookies. Help yourself.