As Ginny walked towards the lake she could've sworn that she'd heard two large pops, but she was pretty tired, so she just ignored them when she arrived at the lake and saw no one there. She grabbed the gray goodie that she had come for and started to leave as something caught her eye, on the slightly swaying hammock lay Hermione's purple bra, but Ginny knew that she and Hermione had not been down here today, let alone had time to either sunbathe or swim. Ginny thought about this for a second, and her eyes widened as she came to a conclusion, Hermione hadn't been here with her taking undergarments off, so she must've been here with someone else taking things off…
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To the twins (mostly because he couldn't tell them apart and was trying Several weeks had passed since Fred and Hermione had begun to date, mostly all they did was sneak off occasionally and make out. Ron was a mess; he wasn't talking to avoid Fred), or Hermione. The summer months were coming to a close and it was around Harry's birthday, and Fred and Hermione decided that no one would miss them during the rigorous planning of the bash. The Hogwartz letters were due to arrive in the next few days, and then they would only have a week until school began. Ginny had not forgotten the bra incident, and was waiting for Hermione to admit that she had lost an undergarment to give said undergarment back.
Fred and Hermione had decided to sneak off to the broom closet before the festivities. Hermione giggled as she led Fred into the broom closet, pausing to cough as she realized that the air was filled with smoke. Hermione whirled around to see where the fire was, not realizing the familiar scent that the smoke carried. What she saw was a fiercely giggling Ginny and Harry, who seemed to be expelling smoke from their mouths and nostrils. Behind Hermione, Fred started to laugh at the incapacitated birthday boy, a lighter clutched feebly in Harry's hand, Fred then turned slightly and caught sight of his sister, he immediately stopped laughing and rounded on the younger boy,
"You've corrupted my baby sister!" Fred yelled, Hermione, finally realizing what potter had been smoking, turned to Fred and said confusedly
"I thought it was legal for wizard folk." Fred looked at her patronizingly then pausing to think
"But only for adults… and it's frowned upon!" he decided. Ginny rose unsteadily from the floor, pausing to declare the fact that she had a head rush, and saying
" I'm not your baby sister ANYMORE! I'm fifteen, and you never stopped me from Daaa-RINKING anyway!" Fred looked sheepish and glanced at Hermione for support, Hermione put up her hands to symbolize that she wasn't going to help him
" My parents were hippies man, and they still smoke pot. I do when I, erm… have cramps…" Fred shrugged his shoulders, sinking down and muttering something about it being better to join stoners anyway. Ginny sunk back down and Hermione sat gracefully as the cramped quarters would permit. All of a sudden Ginny's eyes got big and her head snapped in Hermione's direction.
" You were making out with Fred down on the hammock a month and a half ago!" Ginny cried, delighted that she could finally accuse Hermione of something even vaguely sexual. Hermione blushed and looked down; Fred muttered something before he could stop himself, but all three of the others heard it loud and clear;
" Which time." Hermione elbowed him, flushing even more (if that were possible), and Harry coughed on the hit he had just taken, Ginny jumped for joy, and then got another head rush, falling into Harry's lap and causing him to make a sort of ' gigglehackwheez!' sound. Ginny grinned and pulled the boy above her into a kiss. Fred looked peeved, but then a small hand slid up his back and around his shoulders, he looked down to see Hermione, her other hand palm up in front of Fred.
" Pay up…" she whispered seductively in his ear.
" Fuck no, we have to wait for them all to find out first!" Fred replied. Harry, pulled out of his reverie (and Ginny's mouth) by over hearing the quiet exchange, laughed
" Everyone's got a bet on you two y'know, I'll offer you fifty galleons if you tell everyone your going out…" Fred looked at Hermione and then backs to Harry,
" Sorry, but our little brother's well being cannot be bought for fifty galleons, try a few hundred and then see if we've got a deal." He replied
" Well then tell George, unless he already knows..." Harry said. Fred glared at the pushy little stoner
" You're much more alert then I would hope when your high." Harry shrugged semi-apologetically and took the pipe that Hermione had passed to him.
XMrs. Weasley harrumph-ed and resumed her search for Harry, Ginny, Fred, and Hermione, not for once suspecting that they were off celebrating in a broom closet the 'adolescent' way.
Y
Ginny was lying on her stomach and facing the other three, who were also lying on their stomachs. They were having a joint staring contest, and it wasn't really working, because it had, after all, been induced by several joints. (A/N: two joints apiece really, 8. any a you peeplz evr heard the song 'smoke 2 joints' by Bob Marley?) Ginny blinked and rolled her eyes, Harry giggled like a little girl, Hermione sighed and then snorted at the thought of what her professors would say if they caught her this incredibly high out of her mind, and Fred decided to have the munchies.
" GOD! I'm so hungry I could eat a city made entirely of cakes or… mmm……. brownies." He said, the thought of brownies was almost orgasmic at this point, and, almost forgetting how incredibly high he was, he made to stand up, only to be yanked back down by Hermione, lust shining in her eyes. She kissed him, holding his mind prisoner for what felt like forever, but was really only a few seconds. The strange thing about his relationship was just this, when he kissed her it felt like forever, but when they stopped it felt like he could never get enough, as if she were water in a drought and he could just not have enough of her. He needed her, but he wasn't about to make that move without a rather lengthy and deep discussion (something he was never good at), or any siblings, friends, or… or… anyone wherever they chose to, erm, do their business. Hopefully it would not be a broom cupboard, but whatever floated hermione's boat. He was interrupted from his strange and somewhat dirty thoughts by a giggle and a smack, Fred's hands had unwittingly started to travel up Hermione's blouse, and Ginny was laughing as Hermione looked embarrassedly up at him.
"I'm hungry too," she started, breaking the slightly awkward silence" but don't you say anything about brownies because I had a very bad experience with them once…" she trailed off, wide eyed with remembrance. Ginny looked expectant
"What happened?" she asked, eyes also wide, pupils dilated. Hermione shook herself from her daze and looked at Ginny
" The Halloween of my third year, my mom sent me some really strong ganja brownies and didn't tell me what a good serving was, so I ate a normal desert size brownie and was zonked out of my mind, I had to stay in the dorms during the ball, all I really remember is slightly coherently convincing you and Ron-" she nodded at Harry
" –that I was sick and was going to lie down, trying to get a hold of myself and singing Motown songs in a tree…" at all their completely confused looks she smiled wistfully and said,
" I can't for the life of me remember how the hell I got there, and that's where I woke up at 5 in the morning, I had just enough time to sneak back in and catch an hour and a half more of sleep…hehehaw!" she started laughing again and about fifteen minutes later they were still giggling and clutching their sides in pain.
Z ( yer barn door's open m'matey, xzip, yyour, zzipper… doesn't really make much sense… but ah well.)
George was being driven insane by his mother; she was talking of calling the ministry, even though her clock was contradicting her over-active imagination. Everyone but him and Ron were missing, and though it was all right if Ron were left out, (in fact it was just plain natural), George was never left out of the fun! He walked around uncertainly, checking all of the usual spots that they hid from his mother, and he was just about to check the lake again when he stopped dead in his racks. Where had he not looked yet? He walked backward a few steps and turned his head, he sighed, answereing his own question;
" Of course, the broom closet!" He walked purposefully to the wooden door and opened it, the sight that greeted his eyes was, to say the least, unexpected Hermione was laying with her head in Fred's lap, giggling as he guffawed like he always does, Harry had his arm around Ginny and they were sitting against the back wall of the old shed. Apparently there had been a silencing charm other wise he would have been privy to much more than their joint laugh attack, 'pun intended' he thought to himself as he glanced at the empty dimebag that was sitting in the middle of their blasphemic little gathering. He stared at them all, he was disgusted, he was ashamed, he was incensed!
" Your all a bunch of bloody wankers! Yeah, that's what I think! Your all foul little… little… well I hate you! And why didn't you share!" the last part coming out as a complete and total whine. They all turned to him and gasped, trying without much success to focus on what seemed like the other Weasley twin, they hadn't even noticed he was there until his little tirade, and they all were completely confused.
" Wow Fred, there's, like, 2 of you mannn!" Harry said dumbly. Fred shook his head;
" Naw man, that's just Fred, I mean George, the less cuter..er… twin." He said, Ginny nodded her head sagely.
" Oh yeah… hi big bro." She said. George looked like his head was about to explode.
" High you most certainly are! Mum's gone crazy, do you idiots have any idea how long you've been in here? Three bloody hours of moaning and groaning and Ron being an ass and not talking to me and mum making us do all the bloody chores fore potty's fucking birthday, your finally turning sixxxteeeen, whoopty freakin' doo! Y'know what I got for my sweet sixteen? A card that said 'we know that one of you twins is going to be gay, that's just a rule, we're hoping it's you so that Fred's good looks are passed on, anyway, here's an ugly sweater that your mother knitted with left over yarn to get you started!' we're Identical! Same freckle pattern, same red hair, same blue-green-gray eyes, same pasty-white, never-gonna-tan-skin! I'm sick of it, all of you in to the kitchen and sober now! Or no cake!" he added menacingly. He had said all of this in one breath and everyone in the godforsaken broom cupboard was stunned into silence. Harry started picking up his stuff, muttering about bad timing and how they weren't bad people and how difficult it was going to be to get sober and how much of a waist it was going to be. George just shook his head and yelled
"Moooooom! I found them!" Mrs. Weasley arrived a few minutes later, almost discovering Harry with his paraphernalia out and ready. As it was she simply discovered four hungry teens who had 'accidentally' locked themselves in a broom closet and not had their wands. This, however, was a total and complete lie. George continued to be angry for the next half hour, but then he got a contact-high and was set.
Halooooooo everyone and thanx 4 reveiwin'! hope that all of the regulars could find my fic after it's slight makeover, hope that u liked this chappie, sorry if it's a little weird but it was really pieced together, I had a lil writer's block issue. I saw the first showing of goblit of fire in my lil old town and I have three things to say, 1it was awesome, 2most of the Weasleys need a hair cut, 2the twins are ugly! Please try to think of the twiins in this fic as much better looking!
now, for the reviews:
Brilliantblond9thank you for looking at my profile, I am honered to be reviewed and liked by you because we've read a lot of the same stories and stuff, glad to see I'm not crazy for having a preferred identical twin.
Jingerdo you mean that it is funny or stupid, are you laughing with me or at me, ahhh! Your unspecific-ness is eating me alive!VampPyro dear lady have mercy, pleez don't print this out and use it to make fun of me at school, oh no! why am I giving you such ideas! (luv ya Anje)
Amrawo tiz here
Nutmeggedyaoooh, I shoulda thought of that! Lets just say that harry showed ron and ron forced harry to buy him a ps2 and some games or something like that… btw, are u part nutmeg? Pleez explain your name 2 me!
Rasberri13 tiz here!
Pettybureaucratam working on the ginny/harry, the broom thing is very dirty, I'll think about it, and no renty roomie, I just don't like it, it's always more fun if you can get caught (hint hint)
ITwAsOnLyaAkIsS Thank you for reading the thingy at the top, almost no1 does that anymore! I like your title, but it didn't really start with a kiss, I think that sometime soon I'll do a flashback to how they started to like each other. btw, what's it with u and smoochies, just a little curious is all…
cat-alike69 tiz here! do you know what 69 means? If so than your aa dirty little person! I like it.
fanficky-chickyI liked your title, but herms doesn't really like ron… otherwise I probably would've chosen yours.
Keep reveiwin' luv ya all!
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