A/N: So I've returned to this collection. Obviously I'm still going to keep it in the winter and it will have nothing to do with when I write, haha. Enjoy this one! Written for: (skip)

perfumers comp: armani code luna: orange: less than 500 words, t rated, Fred character prompt; dinner table challenge: rnd 3: fred, blue; open cat 3: fluff; hogwarts comp yr 1: herbology: write a sick!ficand transfiguration: write something difficult for a character, prompts: date: jan 13, adj: calculating, dialogue: "have you ever been...?", genre: humor, lwl: 111, uwl: 999, closing sentence: he smirked, sentence: I don't know *name*...;

Mistletoe

"I feel like bloody hell." Fred Weasley wiped his red, clearly irritated nose.

George rolled his eyes and then shot a cheeky grin. "And you look like it, too."

"Did you come here to patronize me? Because if so, it would be lovely of you to leave. I'm feeling blue," Fred shot a cheeky grin of his own, but was interrupted by a sneeze.

"And I really do not care. This is about something else. You've never been one to sit in your room when you're sick. Mum would know."

"So what if it is? It's January thirteenth, and I'm sick post-holidays, is that such a sin? Leave mebe. I feel and look like a corpse. With a…cold…okay, not a good metaphor. I look like crap, I feel like crap. This is a perfectly acceptable excuse —"

"To everyone in the world besides me," George finished for him, just as Fred sneezed for what felt, to him, like the thousandth time that day.

Fred sighed, initiating another cough, to which George chuckled. "Okay, look. You know all that stupid mistletoe hanging this way and that all the way over this bloody castle? Besides stupid couples, I have seen way too many awkward situations for it to be okay. I've been avoiding it like the plague — "

"Is that why you were walking around like a crazy person last term?"

" — and now I have the perfect excuse to just avoid it, so please let me. It's terrifying stuff."

George stood, a look on his face that said very clearly he thought his twin had gone insane. "Have you ever been so shocked that you didn't know what to say next?"

"It's serious! Nothing good happens under mistletoe. It's wonderful to watch, but I don't want to be the one being watched. We could prank people with it, if you like. How about inescapable mistletoe? So, you know, they have to kiss."

"While that is a brilliant idea, you still need to come downstairs and enter the land of living. You're driving me insane." But there was a calculating look in George's eyes, and Fred longed to avoid his plans.

Maybe for some compensation.

"I don't know, George," Fred sighed dramatically, a lucky cough showing up for extra measure, "I just don't think I can do it." George, once again, looked disgusted by his twin, but gave in.

"Fine. Unlimited kitchens trips, brought to you by yours truly."

Fred grinned. "Deal."

George went down the stairs with Fred behind him, grinning at the girls waiting at the bottom.

Because when Fred arrived at the landing, there was mistletoe over his head, and Angelina Johnson leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

George laughed with Angelina at the horrified look on Fred's face. He watched as his twin turned around and ascended the stairs with his hand to each cheek. He smirked.