Fred stared blankly at the tablecloth before him, tracing the pattern in his mind.
"Have you heard a word I've said?" Angelina demanded.
"I'm sorry. I'm just a bit distracted tonight," Fred replied softly. "Something happened at the shop today…"
"Are you alright?" Angelina asked suddenly concerned. "It isn't like you to apologize for, well, anything."
"It isn't? Well I guess I had better start now. I'm sorry for being a lousy boyfriend who pays no attention to you. You deserve better, Ang."
"I'm taking you home," Angelina's eyes were very wide. "You're clearly sick. Maybe you accidentally ingested some of those potions' ingredients you work with?"
"Yeah, maybe. It was probably during the accident."
"… Accident? What accident?"
"Well there was this explosion you see." Angelina rolled her eyes.
"When isn't there one?"
"Yeah, and me and George—"
"George and I," Angelina corrected automatically.
"—got covered in this potion we were working on. The funny thing is there wasn't any real damage. I just sort of have this funny feeling about it is all. That's why I've been so distracted tonight."
Angelina stared at him blankly for a moment. "Perhaps home is a bad idea. I'm taking you to St. Mungo's. They'll check you out thoroughly." She rose and signaled to their waiter, but stopped when a hand grabbed her arm.
"I have a better idea. Let's go back to my place. I'll build us a fire and we can watch a movie or something. Or you know…do other things."
Her female intuition screamed at her that something was wrong, that something here didn't fit, but Fred never volunteered to do muggle things with her. As a Pureblood it rarely even occurred to him to ask her to do muggle things with her, she was always the one to have to ask (read: nag) him into it.
Angelina deliberated. On one hand he was probably poisoned and should really go to the hospital. On the other hand he had just offered to have a romantic evening with her, and a muggle romantic evening to boot.
"Alright, let's go home. But tomorrow you're going to take it easy, okay?"
"I'm going to have to," Fred replied with a wink.
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Meanwhile George was sitting in the darkened shop going over some finances. With a sharp groan he heaved the heavy ledger closed.
"I just can't look at any more numbers," he muttered, "as evidenced by the fact that I'm talking to myself. Ah, well." He rose to stretch. "Always knew that maths would drive me mad one day."
Leaving his desk with a mind for a bit of tea, the last thing George remembered was a strange tingling in his limbs, and the thought, 'I'm too young for a heart attack.'
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"What the hell!" Fred exclaimed. The last thing he remembered was being mid-act with Angelina, but here he was, fully clothed, in the apartment above the shop.
"Wait a minute, if I'm here then where's…" Fred's thought process was interrupted by a sudden flare in the fire. George burst into the room, clad only in a now-sooty towel, that he desperately held in place with one hand.
"I didn't mean to! I swear!"
The twins' eyes met for a moment, one frantic, the other furious. Then Fred sat down on the bed suddenly and buried his face in his hands.
"Oh Merlin, oh Merlin," he muttered.
"I know!" George exclaimed as he began to pace, yanking at his ginger hair. There was a long pause as both men considered the situation.
"Well did you at least finish?" Fred asked finally.
"Are you kidding? I was freaking out! I basically pulled out and ran," George replied, incredulous.
"Ah, crap. There's no way I'm getting out of that one…"
"So what do we do?" George said after a few minutes of silence.
"About Angelina? I dunno, I was thinking flowers—"
"No, you moron! About this potion. I mean, think about it, Twin-o-Mine. Think about what we've created here: a potion that temporarily allows two people to switch bodies. The sheer number of uses—"
"—the mind boggles," Fred finished for him. "But first we have to do a few tests…"
The Twins exchanged identical evil grins.
AN: Apparently this isn't going to be a one-shot after all. They'll be a little more in a bit.