Chapter Two of Time To Dance
A Fred Weasley FanficHappiness Is A Warm Gun Trilogy: Fred/Jolene
FOR NASEEM
WRITTEN BY EMMY AKA DRIUDIAN.ERA.OF.GOTHS.
Get it right, wenches.
Disclaimer: Hikari Daeron/Druidian.Era.Of.Goths do not own anything Harry Potter, whether it be plots, characters, settings, et cetera. They also doesn't own the song Time To Dance – Panic! At The Disco do. Druidian.Era.Of.Goths also doesn't own Jacklyn Jones, and Fionavar Telrúnya (which was co-created by with Caitlin); Hikari Daeron does. Hikari, on the other hand, doesn't own Jolene Nicholson – Druidian.Era.Of.Goths does. All are used with permission. They also own anything else original, and the plot unrelated to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
This note below is written by Hikari Daeron. It shall appear on every chapter here-on-out:
Note: This is one part of the three-part series called Happiness Is A Warm Gun. The three stories take place at the same time (Harry's fourth year), and thus can be read in any order – simultaneously is suggested, as they will be updated at the same time.
Each one is about a girl who comes to Hogwarts (whether as a student or guest) who has a complicated background. All three fall in love with three different boys in the school. It goes through the year, showing the girl and her chosen, with complications, of course. They all end up becoming friends (with a few exceptions) and each story ends differently, whether happily or not. Two of the stories are written by me; the third by a friend of mine (AKA THIS FIC) (posted on Quizilla). All three, however, shall appear here on my site – however, I will write a one-shot for whoever goes on my friend's Quizilla site and rates the one that she wrote (the fic shall include you and your favorite character in whatever; more details after this chapter).
The three parts to Happiness Is A Warm Gun are called This Nightmare (George Weasley, written by me), I Just Want You To Know Who I Am (Draco Malfoy, written by me) and, my favorite, aka the best one, Time To Dance (Fred Weasley, written by Druidian.Era.Of.Goths – as she calls herself on Quizilla).
"Goddamit!"
"What?"
"Bleh!" exclaimed George as he regurgitated one of his concoctions gone sour, so to speak.
"Boys! You had better not be working on your ruddy joke shop again! If I see another false wand hanging about it's going to be no Quidditch World Cup for the lot of you!"
There was a sudden eerie silence that consumed the Burrow even up to the creaky bedroom/joke shop testing lab of Fred and George Weasley. This was uncommon, but with half a dozen people inhabiting the complex, it would be queerer if nothing at all strange occurred within that time.
The twin, handsome, smecksy as hell, ginger-haired boys scurried to put away all of the contraband that could possibly put them in a further rut then what they were accustomed to: fake wands, two ton tongue formula in the making, candy that does things candy just isn't supposed to do, you get the idea.
FRED'S POV
I heard Mum's distinctive footsteps as she waddled up to our room. If she saw all this stuff just lying around we'd end up de-gnoming the garden until judgment day.
With nearly everything put away George pulled out the 6th year level books we picked up for class and sat down on the nearest bed. In record time, Mum burst into our room and had this look in her eyes, like she wanted nothing else but to find out what forbidden activity we gotten ourselves into this time.
"And that is how babies are born dear ole Fred," said my brother patting my arm. I followed his lead.
"But I still don't know if I understand completely Georgie. Can you start again from the beginning? Oh, and while you're at it, why don't we add in some visuals?" I loved doing this to Mum, the look on her face was always priceless, only this time she seemed more distraught then usual.
George flipped through his book with an amused look on his face. "Aha!" He pointed to an image, which was actually of a rare phoenix only found in the south of France on certain seasons.
"Um. Um, okay I see…" I was really acting like there was some kind of diagram aiding in my learning of baby-making.
"You boys aren't up to anything are you?" Mum continued to scan the room and peak through little corners hoping to find a trinket or five-day-grow troll. (It's simple: soak it in water for five days and on day five, the troll becomes life size until the water drains out. Then it shrinks back- nifty thing- until it shoots a hole through you ceiling with its nasty head).
"Us?" I uttered with a look of shock. I threw my hand to my forehead animatedly. "Please do not insult our boyish innocence!" I heard George snicker in the background. I threw a pillow at his head.
"Alright now, settle down," replied Mum huffily. I don't even think that I'm going to be able to let this go. I don't see it."
"See what, Mum?"
"Oh you know bloody well what!" Whoa. She was angrier than her usual self.
"Well, there isn't any around so you're not going to find it. Even if there was something ominous about our living quarters…" George said, getting up and shutting the Transfiguration book closed.
"Right you are my dear George. You know Mum; you need to have more faith in your children. I mean, Percy goes off and became Head Boy, now the rest of us have to live with all this bloody competition in the air. It's unsettling. Why can't we all live happily and in harmony?"
Humph, well that was partly true.
Stupid Percy just had to go and bloody ruin it for us all by being so perfect, and becoming a ruddy prefect. It all started there, and then he just upped the voltage by being even more of a suck-up in class and becoming Head Boy… Every time George and I would prank someone, it was, 'Oh Percy is so bloody wonderful. Why can't you be like him? Everyone lets just kiss Percy's ass!' WHOOPDY-FRICKIN-DOO!
"Oh. Well, I need to get finished on dinner. Harry should be arriving soon, will you see to it that he's made comfortable?"
"Sure. You know we should really turn our lives around Mum; let's just bake Harry a batch of scones to force down his throat to make sure he feels bloody welcome!"
"Yip!" we said in unison with a high five. How I love the devious twin thing George and I have.
Mum just shook her head and bustled herself out of our room and slammed the door.
"Man that was a close one," said George, moving towards the closet.
"You could say that again, mate," I said, equally relieved.
"Man, that was a close one," said George.
"You dipshit!" I said, throwing a pillow at his head.
"Dammit, do you want Mum to come back in here and find out about what we're really up to?"
"Do you?"
"Stupid us and our mind games...What did Mum ever do to get such wonderful children?"
"Just luck, I guess?"
I shoved George over. Just by opening the door slightly out of the closet tumbled all of our joke shop stuff. It was compendium of crap askew on our floor. Being in the presence of it all made me relive the one moment when Mum was really upset at us for stealing Dad's flying car, but it was for the betterment of mankind (or Harry at least). Not as mad, however, as when Ron had to go and crash it into the Whomping Willow and make it run off into the Forbidden Forest. Now that was the highest point of angry, but that will compare to a smile and a brownie if she sees our Weasley Wizard Wheezes products here!
"How can we hide it? I mean, Mum could very well just sneak in here when we're off to the Cup and scurry around," I said.
"True mate. Maybe if we asked Ron, we could store it in his room for those few days we're at the Cup. Then we can move it back to our dormitory in Hogwarts," suggested my twin.
"But Ron is not about to take the blame if Mum decides to clean out his bloody room." Damn his lazy-ass lack of room-cleanliness!
"What about Ginny?"
"Nay, Hermione will be bunking with her. I don't hate Hermione; it's just that she's got such a smart girl complex. If she were to find out that she had to help hide our stuff then she might well turn us in!"
"No man! Hermione wouldn't do that! She's not the same ole squealing, uptight wench she was in first year, not even…"
I really hadn't associated myself much with the girl much. All I know is she can't be that bad to have my younger brother Ron totally infatuated with her. It's sad at times. We really should stop reading Ron's journal every time he thinks he has got a right safe hiding place for it.
"Then what? You're not helping to keep us going to the Cup by knocking all my brilliant ideas," retorted my dear brother.
"Well, we could cast a shrinking spell, and ask Harry to put it in his trunk as he will bring it with him since he'll be leaving for Hogwarts with us. When we get settled into our dorms that night, we can slink back into the Gryffindor Common Room and get our stuff, reverse the spell in our room and be back in business." I love it when I'm the smart-ass twin!
George grimaced in discontent. "Why did you make me go through all those bloody ideas when you had a good one all along?"
"It makes you look like your brain works bloke," I said patting his arm with a smirk equal to Draco Malfoy.
"Damn you ruddy sod," said George pulling out his wand and with a swish and flick, our load of joke products were the size of McDonald's Happy Meal toys (Harry made us go once on a trip into London).
I motioned back toward the bottom bunk bed and pulled out a box from beneath it. In it were more of our joke items that went wrong and were beyond repair. I tossed them out the window, put the shrunken items inside, and covered them.
"All we can do now is wait for the bloke to show up. When should he be arriving?" I asked.
"Humph. Just listen for when Mum gets all loud and hysterical and when you can hear love emanating from all parts of her."
We laughed. It's much funnier when our jokes are based on the truth. But really. Mum did love Harry Potter like he was one of the lot of us, I wouldn't mind at all if he ended up moving in. I'm sure little Ronald would love it more if it were the Granger girl. He might actually pass out if Mum broke the news to us:
Mum: Kids, I have important news!
Ginny: What is it Mum?
George: We're going to visit Charlie in Romania this Christmas?
Mum: No.
Me: Well. Then, it's not that good of an announcement.
Mum: -evil glare- No, no, actually, HERMIONE'S MOVING IN WITH US!
Ron: What? Huh? What? collapse
Me: Whoa. I guess this was a good news bulletin. Come on you big horny baby. -smacks Ron's profusely-
"Yeah…" I said aloud with a grin on my face.
"You're daydreaming about Ron finding out Hermione's bunking with us again aren't you?"
Damn. My bro knows me too well…
"Maybe…" I said… I did the typical shifty eye thing…
"You're just jealous, dude," George said, moving to our personal bathroom.
"Jealous? Jealous of what? Passing out due to hormonal overload?"
"No! Hermione and Ron may end up living happily ever after come the day our dear younger brother grows some balls and tells her straight out 'Hermione I love you, let's snog!'" exclaimed George, going on bended knee and flailing his arms around excessively.
"Yes, those will be his exact words and I will from that day forward plot to steal the frizzy haired vixen away from my squatty younger brother."
But when George did lay it out, I was a little upset. Why did all my relationships end in ass? I mean, I think I'm a right fine bloke. So why did girls leave me by running away in tears shouting 'you bloody jackass!'? I only put a little laughing serum in their tea or gave them sour candy when they thought they were getting finest Belgian imported chocolates. I was funny, and never cheated or shagged or snogged with other lasses behind their backs.
"Hey Fred. Don't look so down I was just kidding."
"Nah man. I think some of that potion I was on in the hospital is starting to get to me," I lied.
"Sure bro." My twin knows when I'm lying. We only know and exercise limits of personal space and joking with each other.
"Hey, you'll definitely feel right better by the time we get to the Cup," said my brother encouragingly.
"It better get bloody better butter."
"Congrats bro that made no damn sense!"
We started to throw random objects at each other laughing hysterically.
Once again there was noise in the Burrow.
Continuation of special fic notice:
Whoever goes onto and rates the story (quiz) Time To Dance REGULARLY will receive, in reward, a special fic from me.
This fic will be in any genre you desire, and can be written about anything (that I know of) with any characters (again, make sure I know them).
However, there will be a few specifications I will need:
WHAT THE FIC WILL BE BASED OFF OF (ex. HP, YGO, Song of the Lioness, Inuyasha, Eragon, et cetera)
WHO THE MAIN CHARACTERS WILL BE (ex. You, Sirius Black, Joey Wheeler, Alanna, Kagome, Brom, et cetera – try not to have too many or it will be too difficult to write; remember this is a ONE-SHOT)
WHEN IT TAKES PLACE (i.e. if it's HP, then Harry's fifth year; if it's YGO, before the Ancient Egypt arc; if it's Rent, then before New Years, et cetera)
HOW YOU WANT IT TO END (i.e. happy ending, tragedy, something general like that)
WHAT GENERAL GENRE YOU WANT IT IN (i.e. make it funny, make it sad, make it angsty/emo-ish)
EXAMPLE:
I've been regularly going to Druidian.Era.Of.Goths' site and rating Time To Dance. I was wondering if you could write me a story using Rent. I'd like it to show the story of Roger and April before she died. Thanks.
Now, let's break it down to show what I was saying:
BASED OFF: Rent
MAIN CHARACTERS: Roger/April
WHEN: Before April's death
ENDING: Sad, obviously – 'tis a tragedy!
GENRE: Drama
If some of the stuff is obvious (i.e. ending/genre), then don't worry about it.
Don't keep it restricted to this – put as much info as you like!
Hope that perks your interests!