Orange Juice
Harry Potter Fanfic / Written 1/23/02 / Rated G
Harry Potter Characters and Concept © J.K. Rowling
I honestly don't remember why I called it Orange Juice. I think it was an inside joke, but I don't remember it anymore... ANYWAYS, this fanfic was written for
the sole purpose of writing Weasleys. Fred and George are like... my favorite characters and they were never in any of my fanfics. I also like writing about Ginny,
so I figured I'd write one about the three of them in some epic battle xD I never made it past the first chapter, though x) PS - this takes place the summer after GoF.
"You got an owl from Angelina?" asked George as he kicked a gnome out of his way and continued his walk up the stony path to the Burrow.
"Yeah." said Fred as he held the letter away from his face and sniffed it. "Smells funny. Is it perfume do you think?"
"She's got the hots for you, Fred, admit it!" said George as he opened the door and let Fred go in first. "Well, are you going to read it or aren't you?"
"I dunno." Said Fred as they walked up to their room. "I'm kinda nervous to..."
"Bah!" said George. "Fred Weasley being cautious? I never thought I'd see the day! Could pre-mature romance have such an effect on him?"
"You underestimate me, brother!" said Fred teasingly as his mischievous smile returned. "I am nervous to open it in fear that the smell is not perfume."
"Hmm, understandable." said George with an identical smile as he sat on his bed. "She is probably still mad at you for what you did to her last year."
Fred shuddered. "I didn't mean for it to come out that way. Besides, she said she forgave me!"
"Yes." mused George. "But she's a girl and girls never forgive. They'll hold it to you till the day you die!"
Fred shuddered again. "Well, why don't we go do something else and I'll open it later." he suggested.
"Fair enough." Said George. "You, of course, will let me read it?"
"Of course."
"Okay, what shall we do?"
Fred pulled a little black book out of his back pocket and looked at it. "According to my records, we haven't done anything horrid to Ginny in a while."
"Hmmmm, what's something good, that we could do?" George looked deep in thought.
"The last one was in February when we sent Neville that fake Valentine from her."
"Remember how he opened it at breakfast and everyone was watching!" laughed George. "Oh, I will never forget the look on her face!"
Fred wiped a fake tear of laughter from his eyes. "Sigh, we never cease to amaze ourselves, do we?"
"What about Ron?" asked George. "When was the last time we picked on him?"
Fred consulted his Mischief Manuscript once more. "Umm, that would be in April when we hid fifteen gnomes in his closet and they ate four of his Chudley Cannons posters."
"Ohh, that one was harsh!" laughed George. "But memorable!"
"The worst part about seventeen years of pranks is that we begin to run out of ideas." said Fred as he put the Manuscript back in his back pocket and scratched his head.
"I agree." said George sadly. "But we owe Ginny one soon or she'll accuse us of losing our touch!"
"What about something involving her toothbrush?" asked Fred.
"Negative. Remember last time? She was about nine and we made it turn her teeth green. Mum yelled at us for three straight hours. Besides, I think she's hexed it so that won't happen again."
"Curse Moody!" said Fred. "He's the one who taught her all of those 'Protect yourself hexes'!"
"It wasn't really Moody, though..." said George.
"Yeah, yeah, you know what I mean."
"How about searching her room for her diary?" asked George. "Surprisingly, we've never done that. I know she keeps one and I'll bet the entries would be very interesting!"
"Ooh, that's low!" said Fred as he rubbed his hands together. "I like it! Besides, we can then get all of the goods on her feelings for Wittle Hawy Potter!"
"Now," said George, "Let's plan for the conquest of Ginny's Diary!"
It's quiet. thought Ginny as she sat in the living room reading a book. TOO quiet.
"Hey Ginny!" said Ron as he came in the room with a banana in his hand.
Ginny jumped. "Oh, it's just you, Ron."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you? Why're you so jumpy?"
"I'm not jumpy." she said in her defense. "I was just thinking, that's all."
Ron plopped down in the chair next to her. "Thinking about what?" he probed with a mouthful of banana.
Ginny looked thoughtful. "It's been awfully quiet today. I haven't heard any of the normal sounds."
"Like what?"
"Like Fred and George breaking something or weird sounds coming from their room. It has me a little edgy."
"Aw, don't worry about them." said Ron as he took his last bite of banana.
"I can't help it!" said Ginny. "I have a bad feeling like they'll try something big. You know how senioritis is and they'll be seventh years next year. They're going to go for bigger and better things, I can feel it!" she started shivering.
"Get a hold of yourself!" said Ron as he stood up. "They aren't gonna kill you or anything!"
"Oh, but they could do things far worse!" said Ginny.
"How so?"
"Oh, I must not speak of them for fear that they might hear, but I will assure you that killing me would be the least they could do!
After that, Ginny immediately went up to her room and shut the door. "Phew." she breathed. "This is my sanctuary."
As soon as she had turned around she saw two figures standing in her room. "YIPE!" she shrieked, as she hadn't expected anyone to be there.
"Why, hello, dear sister!" said George as he crossed his arms over his torso and began to circle her like a vulture.
"Fancy seeing you here." said Fred as he did the same.
"Seeing me here?" said Ginny incredulously. "This is my room!" She looked livid, "Get out before I tell mum!"
"Calm down there, O Infuriated One!" said George as he held up his hands in defense. "We're just playing with ya!"
"Yeah, don't blow a gasket!" agreed Fred. "We're leaving anyways. Come on, George."
"Good riddance." mumbled Ginny as she locked the door behind them. "I hope you trip down the stairs."
What's with them anyway? She wondered as she walked over to her bed and plopped down on it. What were they doing in my room?
She heaved a sigh and laid down facing her nightstand. I mean it's not like I have anything worth taking or investigating. I have...
She immediately sat up and stared at her nightstand in horror. No! she thought as she clamored over to it. NO! MY DIARY!
She stood up and started frantically searching for her diary. I'll kill them, I'll KILL THEM!
She moved her search to under the bed when she noticed something underneath it. However, it wasn't her diary, it was...
A little black book? she wondered as she picked it up. Where did this come from?
She opened up the first page and saw a scribbled note. "Property of Fred and George Weasley". She smiled at her good fortune and turned the page. "Started the twenty-first of June..."
This is some sort of notebook. said Ginny. They've had it since they were 10! She smiled wickedly as she shut the small book. I will have my revenge. she thought. They will curse the day they ever tried to joke with Ginny Weasley!