A/N: Molly sends Fred and George apple picking. RxR. FxF.

Submission for:

Hogwarts Fair 2014 Challenge/Competition: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Behind the Burrow was a small orchard with various fruit trees and Molly used their gifts to bake the different pies her family loved to eat. Which is why today, when Fred and George asked for a slice of her lovely apple pie, Molly sent the two of them into the orchard to pick the apples.

"No wands," she said, as she snatched theirs away from them, ignoring the looks of shock and emptiness on their faces. "Picking them by magic ruins them. They have to be picked by hand."

"But you pick them by wand, mum," Fred pleaded while trying to grab his wand from her hands. They were both much taller than their mum. He bent over her with a smirk, pushing her down from above. She arched backwards slightly, holding the wands firmly against the small of her back. This gave George the perfect opportunity to swoop in from behind, his fingers itching closer to the wands. But she quickly ducked from between them and placed the wands in the front of her apron. They groaned and she said, "Only because I have to. But you don't. Don't you want the pies to taste marvellous?"

"Yes, but..." Fred started, but their mum interrupted him and pointed towards the back door. "So, no wands. Now go."

With grumbled words and a few muttered curses that earned George a sharp sting to his bum, the twins headed towards the orchard.

"I still don't get why we couldn't use wands," George grumbled as he pulled off another of the delicious red fruit. They were both hovering among the tall apple trees, a canvas bag slung over each of their shoulder and filled with the other picked apples. It smelled heavenly up here and it made their mouth water just thinking of the apple pie these apples would become.

Fred grinned and then tossed one of the apples towards his twin. George let out a startled yelp at the incoming projectile, effectively dropping his own pick and missing the one thrown. He looked down at the two smashed apples below before frowning at the laughing Fred. "You really couldn't be a chaser, George," Fred joked.

"Like you're one to talk," George jeered as he dug into his satchel and threw one of his own apples at Fred.

Fred smiled as he caught the apple easily with both hands. Twirling the apple on his fingertip, he said, "Gotta do better than that, George," before talking a big bite of his prize.

He was so caught up, he didn't notice the apple heading his way until it hit him in the face, causing both apples falling to the ground next to the first two. "Like that?" George grinned.

And that started the Great Apple War of 1995. It was a brutal battle, troops lost on both sides. General Fred released his entire army upon the scourge that was Admiral George. It lasted for all of 5 minutes and then both satchels were emptied.

The twins stuck their hands into their bags and came up empty. Fred's empty satchel waved from behind the safety of his apple tree in surrender, "Out of apples!"

"Same!" George called out as he flew from behind his own tree.

They both looked down at the ground at the smushed apples that lay among the fallen leaves. They frowned at the death of so many great apple soldiers, their deaths all for naught as there was no winner in this war.

The backdoor burst open and Molly smiled. She did love her apple pies. The boys didn't have to pick them by hand but she wanted to do something without their wands for once. They always loved to take the easy way out. They both came in with sheepish smiles, their brooms over their shoulders but carrying empty satchels.

"No apples for the apple pie?" she asked.

Fred said, "Well, they're more like applesauce now."