Fred and George discuss.

[maudite_a_deux]

For a while now I've been contemplating the idea of one of the Weasley twins 'accidentally' stealing the other's girlfriend. I came up with two ways it might happen; here's the first, in vignette form.

No twincest, honest.



"You have to tell her."

Fred groaned, rolling over to bury his face in his pillow. "I know that. But how?"

"Beats me." George joined his twin on the bed and stretched out comfortably, hands behind his head. "You got yourself into it. You get yourself out."

Fred's words were muffled by the pillow. "Why can't you tell her? She's your girlfriend!"

George snorted. "Not anymore, she's not. You stole her, Fred. Why should I help you keep her?"

"You're my brother?" Fred lifted his head just enough to peer hopefully at his twin. George rolled his eyes. "It's not like you were in love with her or anything. I can't believe you hadn't snogged her yet. Honestly, George, sometimes I wonder about you."

"I didn't have time to snog her, you girlfriend-poaching bastard!"

"If I'm a bastard, so are you."

"Never said I wasn't."

"Come to think of it, we do look a bit like the milkman."

"Fred, be serious." He grabbed his twin's pillow and yanked it out from under him. "If you like her so much, you're going to have to come clean."

"I do like her. Honestly, it's not like I set out to steal her on purpose. She asked me to get a book down for her. I didn't know she was planning to snog you between the stacks."

"You forget, brother dear, that was you she snogged."

"But she thought I was you!"

"You could've told her."

"Not with her tongue down my -- hey!" His protest was muffled by the pillow George had shoved back into his face.

"Too much information, mate. Don't tempt me, or I'll steal her back. She'd never be the wiser, you know."

"You wouldn't!"

"Depends. Are you going to tell her?"

"She'll think it's all been a prank. She'll never speak to either of us again!"

"You should have thought of that before you snogged her."

"You're the thinker, George. I'm a man of action."

"You won't be getting any of that either, if you don't find a way to tell her."

"Tell who what?" Oliver Wood strode into the room with an armful of Quidditch gear. The twins answered simultaneously.

"Nobody," said George.

"Nothing," said Fred.

"Well, whatever it is can wait," said Oliver, tossing a bundle at each of them. "You're late for practice. Get your sorry arses dressed and down to the pitch." He turned on his heel and left them there, slamming the door behind him.

"George?"

"Yeah?"

"How come Wood can tell us apart, if Hermione-- Oi! Gerroff!"