A.N. This one is during the clean up of Grimmauld Place and because I feel Molly would of had enough of the twins feeling like they could do whatever magic they could just because they were of age, that she would have eventually punished them for it. And it gave me opportunity to do some Harry/George time too.


A routine had fallen over the house. In the morning they would all go down for breakfast, they would get their assigned tasks from Mrs Weasley, go about cleaning until lunchtime. Finish lunch, continuing cleaning until dinner or a meeting was being held, and then have dinner, then it was off to bed. At least now Harriet was with her friends. She could at least join in with their misery. And at least the twins provided them all with much-needed entertainment.

Entertainment that clearly had got to the best of Mrs Weasley, for that very morning the twins decided that the kitchen was in need of a little redecoration, for they set a bunch of Dungbombs off and fireworks right after breakfast. Laughter consumed the kitchen until-

"Accio, Fred, and George's wands." Two wands went flying through the air, right into Mrs Weasleys hands, who was looking thoroughly displeased. The last time Harriet had seen such a look on Mrs Weasley face had been the summer before her second year when Ron and the twins had rescued her from the Dursleys. "If you want to behave like you have no appreciation for being old enough to cast magic, with dignity, then I shall treat you both as such. No wands until the end of the day."

"Mum it was a bit of fun - no harm done." George said

"Nothing a bit of magic can't fix." Fred added.

Mrs Weasley eyed them furiously, "Well if that's how you feel. Your wands will be given back to you."

"Cheers mum."

"So understanding."

"At the end of the week." Mrs Weasley added. Harriet thought that they really should have seen that one coming. "Let's see if you can appreciate magic after that, shall we! Now as for chores seeing as I can't trust to have you both in the same room at the moment," she eyed the twins, "George, you will clean up this mess and," Mrs Weasley looked around them all, "Harriet dear, please would you mind helping him." Harriet nodded, for one did not want to argue with Mrs Weasley. "Fred you can help Hermione with the drawing-room. Declutter it and dust it would you dear." The last part was aimed at Hermione, who smiled softly in return. "Ron and Ginny, you can help me."

Sensing dismissals, everyone apart from Harriet and George, made their way out of the kitchen.

"Harriet could you also do the dishes, dear." Mrs Weasley called back after leaving the room last.

"No problem."

Harriet glanced around the empty kitchen - then she eyed George, she felt slightly awkward now she had been left alone in his presence. George ran a hand through his hair.

"So where do we start?"

The lingering smell from the Dungbombs hit Harriet's nose. "Window, let's start with opening a window."

George chuckled, "Right, I'm on it."

It took most of the morning, but they worked in a unison, they had to open all the windows they could to get the horrible smell out. Which left them with just the washing up. Which caused George to groan. Harriet gave him a questioning look.

"My least favourite job." George explained, "And my mum knows it."

"I actually don't mind washing up," Harriet said and she started to fill the sink with warm water and washing liquid. "You can dry."

"I think not," George replied, and he sat down with his feet up on the table.

"We just cleaned that!" Harry moaned.

George raised his eyebrows coyly, amusement plastered all over his face. "So what are you going to do about it?"

When George leaned back and closed his eyes, an idea came to Harriet. She turned off the tap, and scoop up a handful of bubbles. Bubbles that she blew all over George's face, making him topple to the floor in surprise. Harriet bit her lip to stop herself laughing.

"You think you're so funny," George said getting to his feet. "It's on."

Harriet giggled and rushed to the sink before George got the chance. Grabbing another handful of bubbles ready for aim. George was quicker than she expected and he blew the bubbles in her hand back in towards her face. Harriet gave George a look of horror, once she wiped the bubbles away from her face. Nowhere did it state in the best friend rules, that she couldn't beat Ron's siblings up.

"Oh, it's so on now!" Harriet said.

Needless to say the washing up, stayed in the sink completely forgotten about until they realised that they had just twenty minutes to clean up the new mess that they both had made.

"Well I have to say, this is much cleaner than I expected to see the kitchen," Mrs Weasley said as surveyed the room.

"All Harriet's hard work." George said brightly, and then mouthed, to her, "and the bubbles."

"Don't worry Mrs Weasley," Harriet said as calmly as she could manage, as she watched her best friend's mother glaring at her son. "I made sure he helped me."

Mrs Weasley seemed pleased to hear that her son had indeed helped, and started to make lunch, Harriet turned beaming towards George. Who smirked and winked at her. It was a different thing when Fred did it, she always knew he was joking. Harriet turned away quickly before she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Harriet had to remind herself that George had a crush on someone. He was joking around. And even if he wasn't, which he clearly was, nothing could happen. But she couldn't stop herself in that flitting moment from glancing once more at George and thinking that the best smile George ever gave was his most natural one.