"Ali!" a voice shouts as they shake you, waking you from your sleep. Opening your eyes you see a familiar face, holding you, no, two faces. You shake your head, making sure you're not just seeing double, and then you remember. "Fred, George? What are you doing? your shaky voice recovering from the initial shock of the dream and your memories flooding back into you along with your blood that had run cold due to fear.
"What are we doing?" George started, quite sarcastically if you might add.
"You looked as if you were having a bloody attack!" Fred finished with just as much theatrical sarcasm as his twin. You rolled your eyes at them and began to lie back in bed.
"It was just that nightmare again. The one about the day I lost my parents."
Fred looks at you concerned and begins to speak,"Again? I thought you said they has stopped. You told me you'd make sure and tell me if you knew what was triggering them." his voices tone became low while his eyes looked at you seriously, a look which was rare from either twin.
"I thought they had Freddie, and I still don't know whats causing them... But don't worry" you pull on a smile and ruffle both of the twins hair (quite a challenge as they are so tall),"I'll be fine." You smack both of their heads playfully and laugh a little "Now both of you get your butts out of my room before I call Molly." Throwing your pillow at them as they run out you hit George right in the head.
"Oy! Don't have to be so rough Ali! I'm leaving, I'm leaving." You dress into a Crown The Empire (one of the few good Muggle bands) t-shirt and red and black skinny jeans. On your way down stairs you run into George, his tall frame knocking your small one to the floor. ."Ooof, Geez George I was afraid I'd run into a brick wall." The older twin offers out his hand to you, but knowing the twins you decline, not wanting to walk right into what could be one of thier notorious pranks. He just shrugs and walks up the stairs. No witty comeback? No sly remark? Is something wrong? Is he sick? Continuing to walk downstairs you find Fred lying face down on the couch. Laughing you jump on-top of him.
"Well I see someones finally out of bed." Fred smirks and wraps his arms around your waist. You and Fred have always been like this, you were a little closer to him than you were to George. He rests his head on your shoulder , and you found yourself dozing off with your head on his shoulder. No. wait. You had a mission, there's no time to be lollygagging around, Quickly you swat Fred's hands off of your waist and sit up on the sofa next to him.
"What did you do Fred?!"you say trying to make your best angry face while Fred just sits there rubbing his hand and looking confused.
"Bloody hell Ali. What are you talking about?"
"George looked sad when I saw him. I assume you're the one behind this?"
Fred rolls his eyes and sits back on the couch. "That big blubbering baby. I told him something and he took it to heart. We were discussing the placement of the fever fudge in the store but then he got hurt and ended up stomping away like a little child. See he wanted to make a placement for seasonal changes in products,l but I said we should keep everything the same. That way we could have more regulars just like Zonkos... So he went off and tattled to you eh?"
"Okay first of all he didn't tattle, second of all, why are you two even arguing about that in the first place? Third of all, you said you guys would include me in all conversations about the store! I want to be part of this argument too." you pout cutely and cross your arms. Fred laughs and pets your hair. "Aww is little Bluey jealous?"
"Maybe I am, so what? That's not important right now, you need to fix things with Georgie okay? And don't forget next time to consult with your co-owner next time okay?" pushing him from his seat, you escort him upstairs to their room where George is sitting on his bed sulking.
"We are here to sort out the issue of the quarreling brothers!" after a long discussion of Dungbombs, Love Potions, Fever Fudge and Puking Pastels they finally made up, pulling you into both of thier arms for a hug.
"Aaaaah What are you both planning you psychos?" they both exchange a mischievous grin and Fred pins you to the bed. Blushing a deep crimson, you look away as you feel fingers poking your sides, trying to find a tickles spot on you. As soon as he finds it you try and hold back the laugh, trying to keep them from the satisfaction. Unable to hold yourself anymore you gasp and laugh hysterically as the not-so-mysterious-man (George) relentlessly jabs at your sides.
"Noooo! Stop-ha- You're-ha-ha-killing -*gasp*-meee!" you pant between laughter and words. Fred and George both begin laughing with you almost as hard. George loosens his grip, allowing you to free yourself from the waist down. you start squirming more but Fred's grip on your upper body tightens as he lowers his face right above yours, feeling his breath on your lips.
"Ive got you still you're mine now." he flirtily winks and you squirm a little bit more while he continues tickling your ribs.
"Woah now kids lets not let this get too frisky" George teases. Your blush darkens and your hair turns a deep red as you kick him lightly in the stomach. Snapping yourself out of your state of confusion you finally manage to free yourself from Fred's grip and make a run for it down stairs. both twins chasing you. Diving behind the couch you peep your head over only to see two people sitting there. One with the ginger hair you see so often and another with jet black hair, a boy.. and ... glasses? Could it be...?