A/N: Okay hit me slap me I deserve it! I'm sorry I updated late! Thank you for the reviews! They keep me going! This chapter is dedicated to my friend BFSFN a.k.a Paws, enjoy! Oh and the begginig of it might give you the wrong idea! But it's not what your thinking~!
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Tell…us…apart?
George Wealsy awoke. He gently shifted. Slowly he peered to the bed. Aww Sev was still asleep! Feeling a bit bored the twin strolled out to the living room. He found his older brother looking rather bored himself. "Hey George you know what I fancy?"
The younger red-heads arched a brow and grinned. Obviously it's not something good. Knowing theses twins they were most likely thinking the same thing.
"What would that be Fred…" There was a devious tone in his voice. "Well…" The older red-head stood and hugged his brother from behind wrapping his hands around his waist while he rest his head on his younger brother's shoulder. This action sent shivers down young George.
"Let's make a bet!" The elder red-head shoved his brother away and threw his hands in the air to show his excitement! His other half smiled. "Now George if your thinking what I am then you know what this bet should be!" His brother quickly nodded. "Alright it's simple. The bet is: Who can make Severus Snape remember who is who!"
The eager younger twin cut in. "I agree! So one of us has to get Sev to remember who we are and OUR name. So if he remembers my name first then I win!"
Fred smirked at his brother's enthusiastic side. "Correct and winner, that's me, gets to be with Sev while the loser can't talk to Sev for a whole week."
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Severus Snape stalked out of the room and found the twins smirking. It sent a shiver down his spine. These weren't just smirks they were 'Slytherins smirks' and who better knew what those smirks meant than the head of Slytherin himself!
The twins have a mischievous gleam in their eyes. It was like playing a game of quidditch. The game has begun! For now this meant war! Winner and loser! Who gets to stay with Sev and who has to go!
George quickly made the first move. "Hey Sev lets go to the library!" George grabbed the boys arm leading him to the door. The potion master retaliated and snatched his arm back. "Are you mad Weasly!" George lifted his finger. "Not 'Weasly', George!" Sev turned to his room minutes later he stepped out wearing his dark billowing cloak.
Fred practically threw himself at Sev. "Let's go down and make some potions. Okay wait before you say anything professor you have to admit that I'm pretty good in potions, otherwise my potions gags wouldn't work as well."
The potioneer frowned his eyes reflected what he was thinking. "Very well you may accompany me Weasly." "Oh no call me Fred!" "WEASLY pick up your pace." Severus tugged at Fred.
Fred turned his head, his tongue was sticking out. One point for Fred! George stood there and gaped as he tried to process what had just happened! *** that Fred! The red-head paced around. He was irritated! He was pissed! He-…he had an idea.
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Smoke escaped the large cauldron and coughing could be heard. " Merlin Wealsy! I though you knew how to brew potions!" The potioneer waved his hands trying to wave the smoke away. The twin kept coughing. "I told you call me Fred!"
"Don't make me laugh Weasly, the only person who could possibly tell you and your misbehaving brother apart is your mother." Fred frowned, he felt a bit insulted.
Fred grinned at his thoughts. "Well professor maybe I co-…" The door was banged in! "Professor, Professor!" George waltzed in waving a book in his hand. "Professor I was wondering if you could help me with my potion assignment." The potion Master stared at the boy. Well he could help him…but they never cared for potions. On the other hand Weasly might actually want to learn.
"Fine, oh and Weasly clean this mess up." The door shut leaving one, an enraged Fred.
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Sev and George sat in the great hall. It was warm, quiet, and just perfect for a study place…well during the holidays it is. "Alright Weasly in order to make a sleeping draught you have to mix: two rat tails, three slug shells, and one-…"
"Professor, would you mind calling me George." Sev glared and the younger twin. He'd been asked that twice today…something is definitely going on. "No I will not call you by your given name Mr. Weasly Not only because I am your professor but also because I would most likely call your inferable brother by your name."
"Well you never know if you don't try!" The younger red-head grinned. "Okay so c'mon, say my name..."
"Weasly your starting irk me…stop your childish g-…" Fred Wealsy strolled in and made his way to the potion master and his brother. "Hello professor, George." The elder Weasly smirked. He latched onto Sev's wrist. "Come here professor I have to show you something!" The shocked boy tried the gain control over his wrist. "Wait Wealsy where are we going!"
George felt cheated. His prey had just been snatched away from him. "Fred get your arse over here!"
Fred and his unwilling professor made their way toward the woods. "Hmph! Unhand me this instant Weasly!" The small boy tried loosening the grip that was placed on him. Sadly he tired quickly. "Okay professor we're here!" The potioneer quickly snatched his wrist away and crossed his arms. "Where is 'here' Weasly! All I see is woods!" Sev felt cold! There was snow on the ground and it was the middle of December!
Fred grabbed his shoulders and directed his professor to where 'here' was. He pointed at a beautiful flower. "That professor. The snow Lilly. I figured you would be able to use it for a potion, not to mention they're very difficult to find."
Severus Snape potion master of Hogwarts had always longed to find such flower, and now he had. He quickly made his way to the flower.
It was stunning. The flower had its head raised high. The colors were absolutely baffling! "My Weasly you're not as useless as you look." "Right so now you'll call me Fred, right?" Sev smiled and he picked the flower. He stuffed it in his robe. "Of course I won't. Weasly what's going on here? You and your intolerable brother have been practically stalking me!"
Just as the twin was about to respond George peaked his head in! He stood right in front of his brother and glared. "Fred you lost! No go away!" "Me! I lost? You lost so sod off!"
George waved his hands in the air. "You cheated! You snatched him away from me!" Severus Snape stood at the side watching the twins go at it. "Weaslys…" "I didn't cheat! You did!" "Weaslys…" George laughed. "You just can't admit that you lost!" "Weaslys…" "George I didn't cheat and yo-…"
"FRED! GEORGE! Bloody hell do you two ever shut up!" The twins stood there in shock! He just said their names! "Now tell me what exactly are you to idiots arguing about." George grinned but soon his face showed confusion. "Wait a minute did you just say our names to say it or do you actually know who is who?"
The potion master was irritated. "Obviously you're George!" He pointed directly at George then he pointed at the other red-head. "And you're Fred!" Fred cheeked a smile! "Ha I win the bet!" George quickly covered his brother's mouth and he faced his professor only to meet a menacing glare.
"What bet…" In a dangerously low tone. Fred slapped his brother's hand away. "Well no use in hiding it now. Well George and I made a bet you see. The bet was quite simple! The fist one that got you to say their name and actually remember who it was would get to spend an entire week with you. While the loser can't talk to you…"
Severus felt…cheated. "This was a game…" He was now enraged. "Well Fred, George…you both lost! So now as losers you can't talk to me!"
The enraged boy stomped back to the castle! How dare those arrogant Gryffindors play him like a fool! The twins stood their. "You think he'll get over it?" Fred looked at his younger brother. "I'm sure he will."
Both felt as they had been slapped across the face. Suddenly Fred smiled.
"Hey George want to make another bet?"
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A/N: *Breathing* Bloody hell I'm done! This to me felt like a complicated chapter to write! M'kay well anyway I'll try to update next chapter as soon as possible! So review or not!