Dear Reader...

Here's the second installment of my little story, I hope it's as good as the first. Sorry My exams start soon and I'm on study leave right now and revising like crazy. I might not update in a while...

Yours Truly...

Jade xXxXx

15 minutes later, Nita walked down the stairs, with her hair dried and smelling of the bathwater The Trio had smelt earlier. When she reached the foot of the stairs, she suddenly noticed the presence of Fred and George who where gaping at her with their mouths open.

She looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione as if begging them to tell her who Fred and George where. Hermione came to her senses first.

"Errr Nita, this is Fred and George Weasley, Ron's brothers." She said.

Suddenly something in Nita's head clicked.

"THE Fred and George, of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!" Nita said incredulously.

Fred and George stood up and spoke at the same time. "That's us, Fred and George of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Now just have established branches in France, Bulgaria, Portugal and Spain."

"Oh-my-god! I-absolutely-love-your-Wonder-Witch-range! Your-Ten-Second-Pimple-Vanisher-rules-and-the-Pygmy-Puffs-are-soooooooooooooooo-cute! Your-jokes-are-soooooooooo-cool! Did-you-make-ALL-of-them-yourselves?" Nita said in one mashed up, garbled, way-too-fast sentence.

"Would you repeat that slower?" Fred confusedly said.

Nita took a deep breath. "I said, Oh my god! I absolutely love your Wonder Witch range. Your Ten Second Pimple Vanisher rules and the Pygmy Puffs are soooooooooooooooo cute and your jokes are soooooooooo cool! Did you make ALL of them yourselves?"

"Did too. Finest branch of wizarding jokeware in the world" Said George.

"Hey Nita do you fancy a game of Quidditch now? We're all getting bored." Harry said yawing as if to prove his point.

Nita looked to the floor. "Well I don't know how. I've never played it before…"

Ron, Harry and Fred pretended to faint away while George jumped to his feet screaming.

"Ye gods! Thou has't not ever played a game of Quidditch? Come valiant knights we must help the fair maiden experience the joys of our beloved wizarding game!" George put on an overly pompous, medieval, Fudge-like voice, brandished a fork as if it was a sword, and then collapsed into a crumpled heap of laughter on a chair.

"What he means to say," Fred said in between laughs. "Is we're going to the Paddock."

At the Paddock…

Fred and George walked alongside the others carrying a leather box between them.

"Are you sure we should bring the balls? I mean a Bludger could fly over to the village. Mum'll go mental." Ron looked at his shorter, older brothers worriedly.

"No prob. Bang on a couple of containment spells." George replied.

Soon the youngsters had made their way over to the Paddock which was more of a massive field than a paddock.

The four boys began explaining the concept of Quidditch to a very confused Nita while Hermione had chosen to hitch herself up in a tree with Hogwarts: A History and a Granny Smith apple.

"So you just get the football shaped ball in the hole? Is that it? Explain about the golden thingy again. What the hell is a Bludger?" It took half an hour to get Nita just to understand how to play the game. The boys probably guessed she would be rubbish at it too.

However they were wrong. 15 minutes in Nita had discovered a real flair for Chasing. She had prised the ball right out of Ron's hands without him noticing a thing. She zoomed around the pitch dodging artfully and laughing a sunny laugh. By the end of the game, Nita had won against all the boys 60-20.

"Come on 'Mione! We're done!" Ron shouted up the tree Hermione had perched herself in.

"Coming!" Hermione jumped down from the tree with her nose still buried in her book.

"Honestly Hermione, how many times have you read that thing?" Ron questioned.

Hermione shut the book with a snap. "Well it's very interesting, if you just give it a go."

"Right Hermione, we believe you." Fred and George said simultaneously.

"Can I see it?" Asked Nita innocently.

Hermione and Nita hung back looking at the book.

"I don't care what I have to do; she is on the Quidditch team." Harry exclaimed to the guys.

"Who's captaining Slytherin? No, lemme guess, Draco bloody Malfoy." Fred said.

"Correct. Ferret Face is Captaining." Harry said moodily. "But with Nita on our team they don't stand a chance."

"Any beaters compare to us?" George asked.

Harry thought. "No-ones as good as you guys, but we do have two quite good beaters, Peakes and Coote. Good aimers, Peakes can wind you so bad with a Bludger you'd have to spend a fortnight in hospital. Coote can play dirty and deny it. He hit half the Slytherin team out last year by hitting them in the head with a Bludger."

The group walked back to The Burrow laughing and chatting contentedly.

The Burrow…

The group returned to find a white-faced, shaken Mrs Weasley with Bill and Fleur who where both looking equally distressed too.

"Mum, something wrong?" Said Ron looking concerned.

Mrs Weasley turned to look at her sons. "It's Charlie, he's been burned very badly by a dragon he's been working with and I'm going to see him."

"And me." Said Bill.

"Excusez moi! Don't forget me. I am coming also!" Fleur announced. She had recently quit her job in Gringotts and was training to be a healer.

Fred and George opened their mouths to say they where coming, but they're mother interrupted. "You two can stay here and look after the others."

"Oh Mum! We're not babies; we can rake care of our selves!" Ron said but one steely glare from his mother shut him up sharpish.

"Wont be long." Mrs Weasley apparated on the spot followed by Fleur and Bill.

Fred And George turned around to face the others.

"Who knows how to cook?"

Dear Reader...

I'm pretty sure Fred and George can't heat up a sausage let alone cook, so who do you think should cook?

Yours Truly...

Jade xXxXx