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I actually wrote this one. All of it.

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January 18th

"Oi! Ickle Ronniekins!" Fred and George called up the stairs at the Burrow. "How'd you like to make 3 Galleons?"

Ron came down the stairs, looking suspicious.

"Doin' what?" He asked tilting his head to one side, trying to act as though he was driving a hard bargain.

"Preliminary product tests…" started Fred.

"…but that's all we can say." finished George.

Ron really hated it when they did their twin-ly finishing sentences thing. It made him think their was something they knew that he didn't.

But, quite frankly, a lot of thing made Ron feel like that.

Ron turned and began to walk up the stair, when the twins turned to each other, and sensing that they might lose their test subject, said in unison-

"5 Galleons."

"But you can't tell Mom." Said George, but when given a sharp nudge in the ribs by Fred, he added "Just kidding."

The twins attempted to laugh off the small slip up, but Ron just continued to stare at them.

"Aw, come on Ron, when have we ever done anything to intentionally hurt you?" Their faces were plastered with obviously false innocence, as Ron thought back to various instances in his past in which his brothers had purposefully caused him bodily harm.

"Well," Ron started "There was that one time with my teddy bear, and then your first summer back from school, and…"

The list could have gone on for a very long time, had the twins not seen their plan falling apart.

"What we mean Ron, is anytime recently. Like, the last week or two."

True. The twins had been relatively well behaved for the last few days. A normal person would be suspicious, but then again, and normal person has a job and doesn't really need 5 galleons to buy their girlfriend a Valentines Day present. Ron couldn't afford to be suspicious.

"I'll do it, but I want the pay upfront." Ron agreed uneasily.

Fred looks at George, and George looked back at Fred, creating a nice mirror look.

"Alright." Fred finally said. "But really, you can't tell Mom."

Both Fred and George stuck out the hands and Ron, and he rolled his eyes, but still shook both hands in turn. Fred pulled out 3 galleons, and handed it over to Ron.

"You'll get the rest when you finish the job." Ron looked cheated for a second, the pocketed the money and nodded.

"Right. We start testing tomorrow at dawn!" exclaimed George, earning his shocked expressions from both Fred and Ron. Neither of them would have even know what dawn was had it not been for the rigorus Hogwarts class scheduale.

"Fine, 9 o'clock."

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At 9 o'clock on the dot, the doors to the twin's bedroom opened to reveal brightly colored smoke and an extremely bright light.

'Drama queens.' thought Ron, attempting to fan the smoke away from his eyes and mouth. Of course, it was unnecessary, because the smoke soon dissolved at give Ron a clear view off two smiling brothers (wearing gas masks). They took off the gas masks and began their inquisition of Ron.

"Could you see through the fog Ron?"

"How well would you rate your vision in the fog? Could you see the light?"

A dozen or so questions later, Ron had relaxed a bit about the "work" he was to be doing for Fred and George.

"Product one, tested, and approved." George concluded triumphantly.

"Now, onto product two." Fred harped, almost skipping to the far corner of the room to retrieve the box labeled (oh, the creativity) "PRODUCT TWO."

From the box, Fred produced a small tube. To Ron, it looked almost like…oh Merlin.

"You two are not putting lipstick on me." Ron stated, but it sounded a bit more nervous than he would have liked.

"It's not lipstick." Fred assured him.

"Just think of it as colored chapstick. Anyway, it'll really bring out your hair color." Joked George.

Ron was about to leave when he felttwo strong hands on his shoulders, and two wand tips in his back.

"I wouldn't leave if I were you. In half an hour, you will be experiencing the first side effects of the Thirty Second Sea Sick Fog. We have to antidote, but if we happen to drop it out the window…"

"…and the vile doesn't have an Anti-Break charm on it."

The twin lowered their wand and allowed Ron to turn around. Ron had to admit, their plan was pretty clever. Thinking of how much he loved Hermione and he needed the money for her present, Ron swallowed his pride and allowed his brothers to try out their entire line of "For The Love of Lockhart" makeup.

Twenty five minutes into his "makeover" Ron began to feel a little sick.

"Do you guys have the antidote to that fog stuff? I'm feeling a little odd."

Fred looked puzzlingly at George, who let out a soft laugh, and said-

"Ron, we were just joking about the side effects, the gas was completely harmless."

"It was just a false threat so you wouldn't bail on us."

"Are you sure, I feel…kinda…kinda..." With that, Ron fell off his chair.

"Fred, I thought you said the fog was harmless!"

"It was, but them again, so was the pizza we made that one time before we knew Ginny was allergic to mushrooms!"

"Are you saying that Ron could be allergic to something in the fog?"

"It's possible." Fredadmitted sheepishly.

George rolled his eyes and bent over to inspect Ron.

"Well, he's still breathing, but he's burning up. I guess we should get some ice."

"Good idea." Fred ran downstairs to the kitchen, where theoretically, there should be ice.

Unbeknownst to him, Ron had just died upstairs. George cam running down the stairs at the exact moment that Mrs. Weasley came through the door.

"Fred, I don't think we need the ice because-"

Here George saw his mother.

"Because I just realized that I can drink all my lemonade before the ice we have melts." He caught himself before giving himself away. He gave Fred one of those really obvious looks that happen in movies and in real life, anyone would notice but in the movie only the two people involved in the look see.

Since this was more movie than real life, only Fred noticed the look. After giving the look, George ran up to the bedroom.

Fred soon followed his example and fled to the bedroom as well.

"What do we do know?" Fred asked George.

"I don't bloody know!"

"I know one thing; we need to get out of here."

Fred and George had just left when Voldemort and his followers (I guess he's still around) blew up the entire Burrow. All the Weasleys died except Fred andGeorge, who had just left, and Bill and Charlie, who are both too cool to die even in some second rate fanfic.

Even Percy was conveniently in the house that day. Probably asking for money or something.

Stupid git.

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Kinda stupid ending, but I really didn't want to write a grieving mother scene, and it would be way too OOC to have Mrs. Weasley not care. Also, I guess this takes place after Ron graduates because he's home in mid-January.

Please review, seeing as this one was actually written by me!