Chapter 2 – Mental Images
It was the last night of summer. Growing up at the burrow, you became friends with Fred and George. Best friends is more appropriate. Tomorrow, the three of you would be off to Hogwarts for your first time.
"Fred, George?" you says in the dark of their room. "Yes, Natalie?" replies George. "I-I'm-" you start. "Scared?" Finishes Fred. "Don't be. You can sleep with us tonight" They get out of bed and walk you back over to them. With little effort, they push the two beds together and secure them with rope; not wanting you to fall in between them in the middle of the night. You climbs in, and lay in the middle. Fred and George join you. Fred laid on the left, and George laid on the right. "Thanks guys. You two are definitely my best friends." You say. "As you two are mine." They both say.
The next two years flew by. The three of you being placed in Gryffindor resulted in you all becoming even closer to each other. It is now the start of the summer after your second year at Hogwarts.
"Wake up lazy!" "Yeah! What do you think it is, summer or something?" You open your eyes to see the smiling faces of Fred and George. "Uh, kinda!" You say. "Well mum says breakfast is ready." Says George.
They head for the door, but stop. "But, uh... you MAY want to brush your hair a little. Bed-heads are only attractive on us." Fred says with a wink. They run out as you inspect your hair in the mirror on your night stand. "Those liars!" You say, noticing you don't have a bed-head. You race after them and grab them by the collar of their shirts. You three push your way down to the kitchen, laughing all the way. Everyone's staring when you three enter.
"You three look nice and awake this morning." Percy says, in his usually dull tone. "And you're as peppy as normal, I see." Says George. "Indeed." Says Percy.
After breakfast, Mrs. Weasley instructs the three of you to go out and tend to the garden. You decided to start pulling weeds, while Fred and George decided to water the freshly planted flowers and veggies. Lovely.
While minding your own business, you feel eyes on you. You notice Fred and George whispering excitedly. They look up at you and smile innocently. The next thing you knew, they both yelled "WATER FIGHT!" and drenched you with a pail of water. "Ah hell." You say. You find a bucket of water next to you, and grab it. When they got near you again, you grab it, and drench them this time; stopping them in their tracks.
"We've been hit Fred!" Says George. "What is this madness?" Says Fred. "Don't pick a fight if you can't handle getting hit." You say. You spent the rest of the day tending to the garden, but making games out of it all with the twins. Time seemed to have gone by fast, because soon it was dark. The shouts of Mrs. Weasley interrupted the fun. "Are you three still out here? Come inside and get cleaned up."
You, Fred and George race inside, trying to beat each other to the shower. You won. "HA! Looks like you two have to stay dirty for a while longer." You say, and stick your tongue out at them. You go into the bathroom, lock the door, and start your wonderful shower.
Fred's POV
Me and George were sitting in the living room, discussing what pranks to pull next year at Hogwarts when Percy comes downstairs. He stops at the bathroom door and pressed his ear against it
"What are you doing..?" I ask. "Me? Well, I-" He starts "You're being a pervert!" Me and George yell. "No!" Percy says with a blush. "I was walking by, and I heard Natalie singing. She's pretty good." He explains. Me and George rush to the door and press our ears against it. Sure enough, she was singing; and Percy was right for once. She was good.
"What. Are. You. Boys. Doing." It was mum. Then another scary thing happened. Percy stood up for us, and explained to mum what we were doing. "Well, you look like perverts." Mum said. "HA! We told you!" George said to Percy. "Whatever. See if I do anything nice for you two again." He mumbled. Oh well. It was scary anyway.
Your POV
When you get out of the shower, you sit down on the loveseat in the living room. Fred jumps over the back and lands right by you, his arm brushing your leg. "Woah! Your legs are soft!" He says, petting your leg. "What did you expect? Rough and hairy like yours?" You say, laughing. Fred then pets your cheek. "You're soft EVERYWHERE!" He yelled. The two of you laugh, and then catch each other's eyes for a few seconds. His hand were still on your cheek.
"GRED! I'm out! You can take your shower now!" George says. George goes upstairs. "I-I should probably…" He says. "Yeah..." You say.
Fred gets in and out of the shower and goes upstairs as well. Waiting a few minutes so they can get dressed, you go upstairs as well. "I hope no one's changing because I'm coming in!" You shout. "We're not!" They both shout. As you enter, the twins give you a teasing look. "What if we were joking? You could've walked in on us butt naked." Fred says. "Don't give me that mental image, please." You joke.
After a seconds' pause, the three of you burst into laughter. You lay in your bed, and Fred turns out the light. The room gets dark, with nothing but the full moon shining in through the window. "Good night guys." You say. "G'night." They both say. You fall asleep with a smile on your face.