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Chapter 12. Fred, George, and Draco
Fred and George, who had been thinking on their own over the past couple days, had begun to realize the seriousness of the issue they were in.
"I really think we should ask Malfoy about what happened to the time- turner," Fred declared.
"Yes, so do I. But won't it be kind of suspicious to the rest of them about what we're doing?" George asked, looking over his shoulder. "I mean, we're not exactly on the best of terms with the slimy git."
"Even so, if we don't figure it out, we could be stuck here forever and screw up the entire future. I could become my own dad!" Fred yelled, and looked slowly around the library which showed a large sum of students staring intently at the outburst Fred had made.
"What you all looking at?" he asked. "Haven't you seen someone practicing for a play before?"
"Nice save," George rolled his eyes, grabbing his bag.
"Did you have anything better?" Fred hissed back, snatching up his as well as they strode quickly out of the library in search of their nemesis.
"Of course, I am the smarter one of us," George tossed back at his twin as they quickened their pace.
Draco, who was at the Slytherin table sitting next to his father and Snape, feeling slightly out of place, jumped up as he felt a slight tapping on his shoulder.
"Uh it's you, Weasl.hey!" he yelled out as George stomped on his foot.
"We need to talk with you, ferret," Fred informed him, grabbing a hold of the shoulder of his cloak and dragged him off with George through an empty corridor and behind a tapestry.
"What do you filthy mudblood lovers want?" Draco demanded, straitening out his cloak after they dropped him disdainfully.
"First of all, next time you use that word, you'll be having a slight de ja vu due to a slight, 'hip hip hop', if you know what I mean," George grinned evilly.
"You wouldn't, you couldn't!" Draco spluttered out, furious.
"We're seventh years, bucko. We can do whatever we want," Fred sniffed, then continued George's "testimony". "And second, what the bleedin' hell happened to the time-turner that brought you here?"
"Oh, you mean that ugly gaudy thing that brought me here?" Draco grimaced.
"No, I mean your mother's pantyhose. Duh, what else?" George rolled his eyes at Draco's dunderheadedness.
"Oh shut your pie-hole, Weasley. I'll tell my father if you even dare."
"What's he gonna do? He's YOUNGER than us in the century, you baffoon. I suggest you get your act together before we have to jinx you. Now what exactly happened to it?" Fred demanded.
"I don't know, it wasn't on me when I got here. I just put the blasted ugly thing on, and I got here. Who made that thing, anyways, and was stupid enough to leave it around the school where Longbottem could find it, then drop it?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Ok, that's it," George announced, racing towards Malfoy, but was held back by Fred.
"Oh come on, let me near that little twerp. I'm gonna pound his face in until you can't tell the difference from it and a bloody scrambled egg! WITH KETCHUP! WITH KETCHUP!" George yelled out.
"You're a raving loony!" Draco cried, scooting as far away from the crazed twin as he possibly could.
"We've been here for days you filthy rich brat, and all you can do is mock us. We will get our revenge on you, yes, YES! OH YES! Don't you worry, we'll get you good. We're gonna be stuck here for the rest of your lives and, instead of JUST being your own uncle, you might become your own father as well! WOULDN'T SHOCK ME, YOU INBREEDING FOOL!" George yelled, struggling against Fred, who was slightly flabbergasted at George's reactions.
"Inbreeding fool?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, what do you think? I mean, first off, he's pure blonde.that show idiocy. He's got a dang smirk that, sure.doesn't beat the Wood family's, but it is still there to mock us. Aha! He's all pretty much 'I mock you with my monkey pants!' (ooc: do not own phrase) No more of that, I say! No MORE! I DECLARE MUTINY AGAINST FERRET BOYS! MWUAHAHAHAHA!" George continued.
"You finished?" Fred asked in an annoyed sort of way.
"Yeah, that's about it," George nodded, calming down from his outrage.
"You are a strange, tall, red haired twin," Fred shook his head.
"Thank you," George bowed.
"Are you guys done with this little freak show?" Draco asked, jaw dropped.
"Pretty much, yeah," the twins said in unison.
"Good, because I was about to gag," Malfoy shuddered.
"To bad you didn't, then continued to flop around unable to breath as you slowly reached your death," George smirked evilly.
"You're insane," Malfoy spat (not literally) in his face.
"Took you this long to figure out?" George threw back.
"Could you just stop this, both of you, and actually get back to the whole point? I liked that better than Jibber Jabber," Draco muttered.
"Oh my, JIBBER JABBER!" Fred and George both clasped their hands to their face.
"We need a translator!" Fred yelled out.
"Dun dadada! It's SUPER CROUCH!" George continued.
"That's it, if you don't have anything better to say, I'm done," Draco exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exasperation and walking towards the tapestry.
"Oy! Not so fast. We'll chill, then you chill," Fred decided, flinging Draco back in. "I say for the time being, we all form a truce," *gasp from George* Fred began. "You, me, George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Raven, Silvia, Fear, and Gemini."
"What, I'm not siding with you guys!" Draco declared.
"You don't side with us, you're stuck here forever!" Fred shot back.
After a deep thought, Draco grinned. "Hey buddy old pal," he sapped, putting an arm around Fred.
"That's close enough," Fred shuddered, picking up a sleeve of Draco's cloak and dropped it to Malfoy's side. "I said truce, not make out."
"Ewww, ok, that's a little gross there," Draco gagged truly this time.
"Hey, calm down. You're gonna give yourself heart failure," George warned.
"On second thought, keep your heart a tickin'!" Fred joked.
"Oh, thanks. Yeah, that's what you do when you have a truce with someone!" Draco yelled angrily.
"Actually," Fred began.
"It is," George finished, nodding.
"Well ain't this peachy," Draco rolled his eyes as they made their way out of the secret passage.
Ok, there's that chapter! Just to answer a question about Frank: Actually, I always pictured Frank as being much older than the rest. This is a different Frank, he used to be Fear's crush.she kind of hates him now but it's a little too late for that, lol. R/R!
Chapter 12. Fred, George, and Draco
Fred and George, who had been thinking on their own over the past couple days, had begun to realize the seriousness of the issue they were in.
"I really think we should ask Malfoy about what happened to the time- turner," Fred declared.
"Yes, so do I. But won't it be kind of suspicious to the rest of them about what we're doing?" George asked, looking over his shoulder. "I mean, we're not exactly on the best of terms with the slimy git."
"Even so, if we don't figure it out, we could be stuck here forever and screw up the entire future. I could become my own dad!" Fred yelled, and looked slowly around the library which showed a large sum of students staring intently at the outburst Fred had made.
"What you all looking at?" he asked. "Haven't you seen someone practicing for a play before?"
"Nice save," George rolled his eyes, grabbing his bag.
"Did you have anything better?" Fred hissed back, snatching up his as well as they strode quickly out of the library in search of their nemesis.
"Of course, I am the smarter one of us," George tossed back at his twin as they quickened their pace.
Draco, who was at the Slytherin table sitting next to his father and Snape, feeling slightly out of place, jumped up as he felt a slight tapping on his shoulder.
"Uh it's you, Weasl.hey!" he yelled out as George stomped on his foot.
"We need to talk with you, ferret," Fred informed him, grabbing a hold of the shoulder of his cloak and dragged him off with George through an empty corridor and behind a tapestry.
"What do you filthy mudblood lovers want?" Draco demanded, straitening out his cloak after they dropped him disdainfully.
"First of all, next time you use that word, you'll be having a slight de ja vu due to a slight, 'hip hip hop', if you know what I mean," George grinned evilly.
"You wouldn't, you couldn't!" Draco spluttered out, furious.
"We're seventh years, bucko. We can do whatever we want," Fred sniffed, then continued George's "testimony". "And second, what the bleedin' hell happened to the time-turner that brought you here?"
"Oh, you mean that ugly gaudy thing that brought me here?" Draco grimaced.
"No, I mean your mother's pantyhose. Duh, what else?" George rolled his eyes at Draco's dunderheadedness.
"Oh shut your pie-hole, Weasley. I'll tell my father if you even dare."
"What's he gonna do? He's YOUNGER than us in the century, you baffoon. I suggest you get your act together before we have to jinx you. Now what exactly happened to it?" Fred demanded.
"I don't know, it wasn't on me when I got here. I just put the blasted ugly thing on, and I got here. Who made that thing, anyways, and was stupid enough to leave it around the school where Longbottem could find it, then drop it?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Ok, that's it," George announced, racing towards Malfoy, but was held back by Fred.
"Oh come on, let me near that little twerp. I'm gonna pound his face in until you can't tell the difference from it and a bloody scrambled egg! WITH KETCHUP! WITH KETCHUP!" George yelled out.
"You're a raving loony!" Draco cried, scooting as far away from the crazed twin as he possibly could.
"We've been here for days you filthy rich brat, and all you can do is mock us. We will get our revenge on you, yes, YES! OH YES! Don't you worry, we'll get you good. We're gonna be stuck here for the rest of your lives and, instead of JUST being your own uncle, you might become your own father as well! WOULDN'T SHOCK ME, YOU INBREEDING FOOL!" George yelled, struggling against Fred, who was slightly flabbergasted at George's reactions.
"Inbreeding fool?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, what do you think? I mean, first off, he's pure blonde.that show idiocy. He's got a dang smirk that, sure.doesn't beat the Wood family's, but it is still there to mock us. Aha! He's all pretty much 'I mock you with my monkey pants!' (ooc: do not own phrase) No more of that, I say! No MORE! I DECLARE MUTINY AGAINST FERRET BOYS! MWUAHAHAHAHA!" George continued.
"You finished?" Fred asked in an annoyed sort of way.
"Yeah, that's about it," George nodded, calming down from his outrage.
"You are a strange, tall, red haired twin," Fred shook his head.
"Thank you," George bowed.
"Are you guys done with this little freak show?" Draco asked, jaw dropped.
"Pretty much, yeah," the twins said in unison.
"Good, because I was about to gag," Malfoy shuddered.
"To bad you didn't, then continued to flop around unable to breath as you slowly reached your death," George smirked evilly.
"You're insane," Malfoy spat (not literally) in his face.
"Took you this long to figure out?" George threw back.
"Could you just stop this, both of you, and actually get back to the whole point? I liked that better than Jibber Jabber," Draco muttered.
"Oh my, JIBBER JABBER!" Fred and George both clasped their hands to their face.
"We need a translator!" Fred yelled out.
"Dun dadada! It's SUPER CROUCH!" George continued.
"That's it, if you don't have anything better to say, I'm done," Draco exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exasperation and walking towards the tapestry.
"Oy! Not so fast. We'll chill, then you chill," Fred decided, flinging Draco back in. "I say for the time being, we all form a truce," *gasp from George* Fred began. "You, me, George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Raven, Silvia, Fear, and Gemini."
"What, I'm not siding with you guys!" Draco declared.
"You don't side with us, you're stuck here forever!" Fred shot back.
After a deep thought, Draco grinned. "Hey buddy old pal," he sapped, putting an arm around Fred.
"That's close enough," Fred shuddered, picking up a sleeve of Draco's cloak and dropped it to Malfoy's side. "I said truce, not make out."
"Ewww, ok, that's a little gross there," Draco gagged truly this time.
"Hey, calm down. You're gonna give yourself heart failure," George warned.
"On second thought, keep your heart a tickin'!" Fred joked.
"Oh, thanks. Yeah, that's what you do when you have a truce with someone!" Draco yelled angrily.
"Actually," Fred began.
"It is," George finished, nodding.
"Well ain't this peachy," Draco rolled his eyes as they made their way out of the secret passage.
Ok, there's that chapter! Just to answer a question about Frank: Actually, I always pictured Frank as being much older than the rest. This is a different Frank, he used to be Fear's crush.she kind of hates him now but it's a little too late for that, lol. R/R!