The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16 (Might be hinting that she needs a beta reader)
A/N: OMFG! I'm going to a Harry and the Potters/Draco and the Malfoys concert! SQUEE! Draco and the Malfoys are so much better. Anyways, if you live nearby, July 9th, 2PM at the University Bookstore in Madison, Wisconsin. Come see me! I'll be the psychotic one with the video camera in Brian's face.
Disclaimer: I don't know why I didn't think of this chapter sooner (even though these two characters had a chapter). I found it on a live journal icon in photo bucket. I was so excited! And no, I'm not a George/Fred fan. Ew. Grodie. And I don't own Harry Potter inc.!
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Chapter Thirty-three: What Would George and Fred Do For A Klondike Bar Again?
George and Fred stayed clear of the rabid fan girls that were separated by just an electric fence. George and Fred soaked up as much of the attention as they could. Each of their egos looked quite like a fat sponge that one might use to scrub floors, and each of the sponge's almost held as much water as a small ocean. Fred waved frantically.
"Hello girls!" George greeted. Several girls (the weak ones) fainted. Others started crying. One girl looked severely disappointed.
"Where's Tom Felton?" She asked and promptly started searching for him.
"We'll be taking questions now!" Fred announced. One girl threw herself at the electric fence and got fried. Others frantically raised their hands.
"Do you both have girlfriends?"
"WILL YOU MARRY ME!"
"I LOVE YOU!" "Hey, that's not a question!"
And then, out of the blue. . .
"Would you guys make out with each other?" One meek girl asked. George looked at Fred.
"No way!" George exclaimed. Fred made a semi-annoyed face.
"What if we gave you a Klondike bar?" One girls asked. Fred and George's expressions changed, as if they were seriously considering it.