A/N: Sorry for such a long wait! Thank you, KJS X-OVER for notifying me about my chronology mistake last chapter! I'll go fix it :-)
Chronology: Between Chapters 8 and 9
"Who in the bloody hell does she think she is?" Fred exclaimed, gesticulating wildly with his bottle of butterbeer.
"More and more rants seem to be beginning like this…" George mused, taking a thoughtful sip of his own.
"'Don't fall in love with me'… Hah! As if…"
"She's got a point there… "
"Point? What point? 'Don't fall in love with me' as she flounces out the door. Just assumes it's a possibility! Something that needs to become a 'ground rule'! Presumptuous little-"
"Did she really flounce?" George asked, sounding highly amused.
"I – What?"
"Did she really flounce?" he repeated, enunciating clearly.
"That's really all you got from all of that…"
"It's an important question! Hermione, flounce? Fluer, yes. Ginny, maybe. But Hermione? Flounce?"
"Is it too late to fire you?" Fred asked, glaring across the table.
"I'm afraid I co-founded this shop, brother mine."
"Not fired from the shop," Fred growled. "Fired from being my brother."
"Aw, Freddiekins, you don't mean that!"
"Try me…" He took a long swig from his butterbeer. "'Don't fall in love with me'…" he grumbled. "Right. Me, fall in love with my brother's little big haired bookworm of a girlfriend."
George leaned back casually in his chair, balancing on the two back legs. "This is funny…"
"What's funny?" Fred demanded.
George smirked. "Watching you lie to yourself." He drained his bottle in one go and stood up from the table. "Goodnight!" he chirped as he stepped into his bedroom.