Fred shuffled back into his flat, wondering what had his little brother all worked up. Something regarding Luna, no doubt, though he had no idea as to what. He never knew with Luna. Maybe she wanted a heliopath for Christmas or something impossible like that.

"What did Ron want?" George asked, stretched out on the sofa with his feet in Katie's lap. It was a very late morning at the Weasley and Weasley flat.

"Canary creams," Fred replied.

"Canary creams? And he had to have them now?"

"Apparently."

"Why didn't he just Floo?" Katie asked.

"He wants to protect his virgin eyes," Fred explained, sharing a wicked grin with Angelina as he leaned on the back of her chair.

"Huh?"

"Last time Ron Floo'd in, he saw Fred and Angelina doing the hokey cokey," volunteered George.

"What?"

Fred chimed in. "Chasing the Golden Snitch."

"Having a slap and tickle."

"Rocking the Casbah."

"Dancing the horizontal mambo."

"Practicing my wandwork."

"Inserting tab A into slot B. Or C, if you're into that."

"Playing hide the sausage."

"Getting a tune up."

"Oh honestly!" Angelina snapped, swatting at Fred playfully. "Katie, we were having sex on the sofa."

"This sofa?" Katie screeched, jumping up. "Angelina!"

"Well, I used a cleansing charm afterward. And besides, I know you and George shagged on the kitchen table," retorted Angelina.

George decided this was his time to leave. He had taken all of three steps when Katie's voice stopped him in his tracks. "George Weasley!"

George turned around with what he hoped was an appropriately remorseful yet charming smile. "Sweetheart, it's very unattractive when you channel my mum."

"It's very unattractive when you tell your brother about our ... intimate life."

"But we share everything," George said with an injured look.

"We'd share more if you two would let us," Fred spoke up. "What d'ya say, girls? You up for it?" He wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously.

"Yeah, I always wondered what you lot got up to in the girls' Quidditch locker rooms," said George. "Reckon we should give Alicia a ring, see if she's interested in a little reunion?"

"No!" they said in unison, though both smiled, for it was an old joke.

"And that's why this –" Angelina waved her hands around the flat "- situation is not working."

"Well, we're fixing that, aren't we?" Fred said in a rather grumpy voice.

The girls exchanged a look while each reached out to caress her respective boyfriend, then Katie rose. "Why don't we eat something?"

"Breakfast! Excellent!" said Fred.

"I'm starving," agreed his twin.

"Uh, boys?" Katie pointed at the clock. "It's nearly noon. I think we missed breakfast."

"Lunch! Excellent!" said George.

"I'm starving," agreed his twin.

Laughing, both girls headed for the kitchen. Fred made to follow, but George called him back. "Alright, Freddie?"

"Yeah." Fred looked around the sitting room, which was covered in half-full boxes. "Alright, Georgie?"

"Yeah," George replied. "Be weird, won't it?"

"We lived in the same room for eighteen years, and even now, we're only across the hall," said Fred.

George grinned. "It's probably a good thing that we took separate bedrooms. The girls tolerate a lot, but I think even they would balk at a set of bunk beds."

"True. I reckon that's one good thing about this. No more uncomfortable encounters."

"Or forgotten silencing charms."

"Returning the wrong knickers to your girl."

"Awkward mornings with your brother's girlfriend when both he and your own haven't woken up yet."

"Bare arses."

"Well, I wouldn't mind if it was always hers," said George puckishly.

"Watch it, brother," Fred warned. Then he grinned. "You ever wonder what it would be like if the pairs were switched?"

"Me and Angelina?" pondered George for a moment before laughing. "No, it would never work."

"Neither would me and Katie," agreed Fred. "And that's good, because I happen to enjoy Angelina."

George gaped exaggeratedly. "What's this, oh brother of mine? Could it be? Are you possibly ... in love?"

"As much as you are with Katie," Fred retorted. "We wouldn't be doing this if we weren't, would we?"

"Not a chance, brother."

"Fred? George?" Angelina called from the kitchen. "Food's ready!"

"Coming!"

"Or we will be if dessert's good enough!"

After lunch, each couple retired to their respective bedrooms, ostensibly to pack. Dessert was entirely optional. It was early afternoon by the time they reunited in the living room.

"I should go," Angelina said reluctantly, glancing at the clock. "I want to have plenty of time to get ready for the party tonight."

"It's going to go well, isn't it?" Katie said anxiously, fidgeting. "With your mum, I mean. She can be a bit ... overbearing."

"Not our mother?" Fred mocked.

"Are we talking about the same Molly Weasley?" asked George, frowning, though he pulled Katie in his lap. "Short, redheaded woman?"

"Why, she's quiet, unobtrusive, meek, and totally nonjudgmental," Fred said with a wicked grin.

"Not overbearing in the slightest," George agreed.

"George ..." Katie's brown eyes looked anxious, and George relented.

"She'll be fine," George assured her, kissing her blonde hair and nodding at Angelina. "Mum quite likes both of you, and in the end, that's all that matters. Just ask Bill."

"If she knows we're truly happy, she'll get over any unconventional living arrangements," added Fred. "And just be grateful she's never come by unannounced at the wrong time. You think Ron was bad ... you ever see Mum look like she swallowed an entire beaker of swelling solution? Just ask Charlie."

"Or Tonks. Just make sure she doesn't have her mouth full at the time." Both twins sniggered.

"She'll be fine, Katie," Angelina told her old teammate confidently. "It's not exactly earth-shattering news, is it? I'm sure she knows we stay over. And out of all the Weasley boys, she probably dropped her ideas of innocence the earliest with these two."

Katie laughed. "I'm sure you're right. I don't think Fred and George have been innocent since they graduated from nappies."

Fred put a hand over his heart. "Oh, you wound me. George and I were innocent until we graduated from rompers."

"And if all else fails, Ron's got something going on tonight, too. I'm sure we can count on him mucking it up."

"George, be nice."

"What? It's true. My little brother has all the suaveness and grace of Tonks on ice."

Laughing, Angelina headed for the fireplace, begging off from Fred's continued kisses, claiming she really had things to do before the party. Katie followed a few minutes later, extracting a promise from George to be on time to pick her up. Left alone, the twins glanced at each other and the mess around them before shrugging and collapsing on opposite sofas.

"We should really get some packing done," remarked Fred.

George agreed with a grunt. Closing his eyes, he waved his wand absently, and a minor explosion sounded from the kitchen. Used to such random occurrences, neither twin so much as blinked. "Reckon that was the new Knockback Knockers or the Disintegrating Dainties?"

"Self-Propelling Custard Pie," Fred guessed.

"Five Sickles to the winner?"

"You're on, brother."

Both twins settled in for a nap, which was really the only logical thing to do after a short day comprised of doing nothing, particularly when the evening's activities promised to be nothing less than chaotic, as any gathering of the Weasley family/Order/Dumbledore's Army always was. They had just dozed off when the Floo flared to life again. Assuming one of the girls had forgotten something, neither Weasley moved until a voice, decidedly deeper than either Angelina or Katie yet familiar, roused them.

"Hard at work, I see?"

"Charlie!" the twins roared in sync, trying to hug their older brother at the same time. The twins had always been close with Charlie, who was more appreciative of their tendency for pranks than the rest of the Weasleys, and his visits were always a cause for celebration.

"Alright, Fred? George?" Charlie hugged his brothers tightly, pounding their backs so hard Fred stumbled.

"Charlie, the girls aren't here. You don't have to show off," he complained, rubbing his shoulder.

"Oh, well, in that case ..." Charlie released his brothers, scratched his stomach, belched, and grinned.

"And Mum wonders why you're still single," George remarked. "What are you doing here? Thought you were staying with Mum and Dad."

"I am," he replied, dropping a gigantic duffle on the floor. "I need to do some shopping, so I figured this was as good a place as any to arrive."

Fred exchanged a knowing glance with George. "Typical Charlie, leaving it until the last minute."

"Try to be a bit more last-minute inventive than you were last year, eh, big bro?" said George. "As much as we appreciate the business, I don't think the entire family wants WWW products again."

"Sod off, I only have one present left. It's important and Romania doesn't exactly have a Bond Street, " Charlie growled, making himself at home as he headed into the kitchen and began making a sandwich. "Why is there custard everywhere?"

With a satisfied smirk, Fred held out his hand. "Five Sickles, please."

Grumbling, George handed over the silver coins before following Charlie into the kitchen, where he cleaned the mess with a wave of his wand. "One present left? Important, you say? Whoever could it be for?"

"Our dear old mum?" Fred teased.

"Perhaps Harry, the savior of the wizarding world that he is?"

"Everyone's favorite Veela sister-in-law?"

George held up a hand. "Or could it possibly be a certain friend of our little brother?"

"The intelligent –"

"- bushy-haired –"

"- yet still lovely –"

"Miss Hermione Granger?" they finished together.

Charlie pointed a warning finger at each of them in turn. "Oi! One more word about Hermione and I'll turn the pair of you into turtledove ornaments and give them to Mum."

"Touchy, touchy."

"Lovely to see you too, brother," Fred muttered.

Ignoring them, Charlie wound his way around the boxes that cluttered the floor to the table. "Why are there boxes everywhere? What's going on here?"

"Tell us who the gift is for and we'll let you in on a secret," George proposed.

Charlie shook his head, a bit of ham flying from the corner of his mouth. "You can find out at the party tonight," he said thickly.

Fred smiled smugly. "Then you can find out tonight, too."