Notes: So, this is Ch. 2 for Julia's and my fic! I (Runa) typed up this one, and I really hope you enjoy it! Thanks so much for reading! Fred's about to…well, I'll let you find out yourselves…

Psst…HP doesn't belong to me :D

And, because Fred was one of the Weasley twins, naturally, any plan he came up with would have to involve a prank. It was just the natural way things were done.

This would be his finest performance yet. He thought about enlisting George's help, but disregarded the idea as soon as it came. This just had to be a solo thing.

After all, what if Angelina fell for the wrong twin?

He could see it now, Fred pulling off a prank successfully…it would be…in the Great Hall…yeah, and…he'd do it…on Professor SNAPE! Angelina would run into his open arms after that and…

…poke him.

"OW! George, stop it, geroff me!" Fred shouted, as George's insistent poking drew him out of his silent planning.

"Whatcha up to?" George asked, plopping down on an armchair near the one Fred was currently occupying.

"Oh, nothing," Fred said, hoping his voice came off with an air of nonchalance.

His voice may have been nonchalant, but George knew his twin well, "Oh, no, not nothing. You have that twinkle."

"Twinkle?"

"Yeah, in your eyes, you have a twinkle in your eyes. It's your 'I-have-an-idea-for-a-prank' twinkle!"

"I…I don't have any ideas, George!"

"Yet, somehow, you just can't look your twin brother in the eye. You're a terrible liar, Fred." And George, fun-loving George who never ever got mad at anyone, (excluding Slytherins, Death Eaters, and the occasional flobberworm.) stalked off in his fury without another word.

Who needs George, anyways? Fred thought as he made the last few preparations for the grand prank. It was going to be amazing, and Snape would NEVER know what hit him.

Fred had managed to get his hands on some of Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start No-Heat Fireworks. Some of those had been placed under Snape's ordinary seat of preference in the Great Hall, with the help of a young Mr. Potter's 'borrowed' invisibility cloak. The fireworks, after Peeves had dumped a bucket of water over them (drenching Snape in the process) would spell something out…

And it would all work perfectly, without a flaw.. right?

He'd know soon enough, as the students had already begun crowding into the Great Hall.

"Oy, there, George!" Fred cheerfully said as he plopped down next to his mirror image.

George, without a word, slipped out of his seat and went to sit with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Fred rolled his eyes in annoyance. Apparently, his dear brother had not yet forgiven him for earlier.

"So, mate, what's happened to you and George?" Lee Jordan wanted to know.

"Oh…we just had, you know, a thing. Why?"

"'Cause he was muttering something about 'brothers' and 'always pranked together' earlier. I didn't know what to make of it all," Lee said as he munched on his muffin.

"Yeah, --"

Fred never finished his sentence. He'd glanced down at the head of the table in George's direction, simultaneously looking in the direction of the staff table.

"Ohhh, no," he moaned under his breath.

It all happened way too fast for Fred to do any damage control.

Instead of Professor Snape sitting in that chair, Professor McGonagall lowered herself onto it. Immediately, Peeves came out and, ignoring Fred's frantic waving, dumped a bucket of ice-cold water directly on her head. She screamed, but those were drowned out by the large crackling fireworks, the biggest of which was directly over her head. The letters had arranged themselves to spell out, "Greasy-haired git" above her, with two large, flashing arrows pointing directly downwards.

Fred had to act as innocently as he possibly could. He howled with laughter along with the other kids, but not too much to draw attention. Already he'd be under suspicion, for, well, being a Weasley twin.

He looked to the front of the table. Everyone was maniacally laughing…except…why was George scowling? He was supposed to laugh along with them!

Suddenly, Fred didn't feel much like laughing—or eating, for that matter. He shoved his food away, rose from his seat, and left without a single person noticing his sudden disappearance.

Contrary to Fred's thoughts, someone had noticed his disappearance.

Three someones.

"Hey, Fred."

Fred turned around, "You…you're not talking to me, are you?"

"No, no, I was talking to the fish. I named him Fred, you know? Of course, I was talking to you! What happened in there?" George incredulously asked.

"I'd wanted to prank Snape…but…erm…McGonagall sat there for some reason. But…why are you talking to me?"

"Because. And, apparently, our pranks don't work when we don't do them together."

"Yeah, I suppose. And 'because' is not an answer."

"Because…Because WE'RE BROTHERS! Because WE'RE SUPPOSED TO DO OUR PRANKS TOGETHER. BECAUSE IF WE DON'T, THEY DON'T WORK!" George burst in his impatience.

And Fred could no longer stand seeing his twin brother in anguish, she he closed the gap between them and enveloped George in a huge bear hug.

"I'm sorry!"

"Me, too."

"From now on, we're doing all our pranks together."

"Deal."

"Let's—AAH! GEORGE, WHAT DID YOU PUT IN MY HAIR?"

"An iguana."

"AN IGUANA? Get. It. Off!"

And while hopping frantically around the room, Fred finally noticed the other two someones.

"Professor! Angelina! How good to see you…" Fred weakly chuckled.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley. I'm here to talk to your brother. George, march yourself down to my office."

"Hi, Fred," Angelina shyly waved. He goofily waved back.

Fred's head was not twisting itself around. George was in trouble. What if…what if McGonagall had thought that he'd done it? But…Angelina! He couldn't leave her behind, now that he'd finally gotten her attention!

What was the lone Weasley twin to do?

A/N: Okay, here are my (Julia's) thoughts on this chapter. I loved it. Runa, you did a spectacular job. The manly hug between Fred and George- pure genius. Yes. I guess I'm off to write Chappie 3.