It's a Twin Thing [Weasley Twins FanFic]

Love, Lies and Pranks.

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Amy's POV

"Amy! Come sit here!" Fred called from across the room.

"I can't! I've got a pile of homework to do!" I replied, sadly.

"Oh, come on! Please? I'll do it for you?" he pleaded

"I'm going to hold you down to that promise, you know! You'll be sorry!" I laughed as I disgarded my homework, and snuggled up to him.

"I'm already sorry!" Fred laughed. I giggled. He put his arm round me, and we were almost glued together. I was sitting, with Fred Weasley, and thinking about him. About us. Someone rudley interupted my thoughts, as the Fat Lady portrai swung open. A man with matted hair, an uneven moustache, and a suken face stood there. He had the same evil expression as he did eleven years ago.

"Amy?" he called into the room. People screamed as they caught sight of him. His voice was hoarse and gravely

"D-dad?" I whisperd softly. Fred gave me a puzzled expression.

"Amy?" the man repeated.

"Dad? Is that... Is that really you?" I said, loud enough for him to hear. The room fell silent. The man nodded. "Oh, dad!" I laughed as I ran into his outstretched arms. As he released me, I turned to Fred. He had a look of shock and disgust on his face.

"This is your dad? The jerk?" he snorted. I nodded feebly. "Yeah, he is a jerk! You all are, the whole Black family!"

"Fred!" George hissed. "Give it up, mate!"

"No! He is her dad. Sirius Black is her father!"

I woke up suddenly. I was breathing heavily, and I tried to remeber the dream. I got out of bed, and went into the common room. Fred was asleep on one of the sofas.

"I'm not allowed this. i don't deserve you." I mutterd sadly.

Fred's POV

"You like her!" George retorted.

"For the last time, leave it out! How did we get into this argument, anyway?" I sighed. This was annoying me now.

"You didn't laugh at what happend to Snape, so I decided to ask what was up, and you were too busy staring at Amy's-"

"I wasn't staring at her ass!" I hissed.

"So, you were looking, then?" George said triumphantly.

"Yes. leave it, alright?" I snapped, getting up, and walking away from him. I realy couldn't care what Lee Jordan did to Snape. All I could think about was Amy.

A few days later, however, i seemed to get over Amy for a while. Well, until I drew her into a prank.

"Hey, George?" I whisperd, one Potions lesson.

"Hmm, your voice says prank. So, what's the plan?" I laughed. George could tell when I was planning a prank.

"Amy has a cauldron of this boil stuff, right?" I hissed under my breath.

"Yeah, everyone except us does. Oh, I see where this is going!" George laughed, causing us to lose five points.

"We accidently trip Snape over, when he is checking her potion, as we try to get some ingrediants for a last minute attempt at this potion, and magic! Snape is coverd in boils!" I whisper excitedly.

"It's perfect! His nose will get coverd the most, though." George laughed. We fell into silent fits, causing Angelina Johnson to stare at us. Well, at me mostly. Lee send me a look that clearly says 'Leave her.' I nod at him, to tell him I'm not interested.

Our prank is set up sooner than we expect, and soon we are running riot round the porion classroom, searching for ingredients.

"Will you bafoons stop running, your going to knock a potion over!" Snape snaps.

"No, we wont!" me and George say in unison. Which is true, we wont knowck and potions over. Just someone into a potion. When Snape is checking Amy's potion, with a look of loathing on his face, I run past him once, grab some powederd roots, and meet George at the cubboard.

"Three, two, one!" I whisper. We run, and 'accidently' knock Snape over. He falls face first into the potion, and one angry cry later, we are being chased by a boil-coverd Snape around Hogwarts. When Snape is about to attack us with some sort of dark spell, Dumbledore comes to the recue.

"Severus?" he says, quite calmly. When Snape turns, we bolt down the corridor, all the way to a cheering potion class.

"Way to go, you two!" Lee is crying at us. I slip away from our fans, and sit down, and put my head in my hands. Someone comes and sits next to me. I think it is George so I ignore them.

"Fred?" a soft voice says. I whince.

"Mhmm?" I mumble.

"You okay?"

"Mmm. I'm fine." I lie. I was completley shocked in all honesty. I almost got me and George killed.

"That was an awesome prank." she said, I could almost hear her smile.

"No, it wasn't. I was being stupid. Snape almost-" I stopped, fuming. "Just leave me alone, OK? I'm trouble!" with that, I got up and ran to my next lesson, ten minutes early.

"Professor! There is a Weasley at the door." a sarcastic voice drawled.

"Weasley? Come in." McGonagol calls from the front of the room.

"Oh, sorry, miss, but I'm just a bit early for next lesson, that's all." I saw every head turn in my direction, and Ron almost chocked on whatever he had been eating.

"Fred Weasley, come to get an edjucation at last?" Hermione snapped. "Did you skive off your first year, so you decided to steal ours?" All heads turned to Hermione next.

"Shove off, Granger!" Ron hissed.

"Well, Fred, you may as well come in, the lesson is almost over." McGonagol sighed, in shock.

"Well done, Ginger. Now we've lost out on learning the technique McGonagol was teaching us." Hermione snarled.

"Who switched you place with Malfoy?" I snapped back. "And in case your wondering, I was running away froma crazy murderer!" I added under my breath. Her eyes widen, but she shakes her head.

"Yes, you were!" an angry voice in my ear hisses. Everyone yelps and bolt out of the classroom. I walk in and take my seat, ignoring Snape as he tells McGonagol what I did.

"Was this some sort of prank?" she says in shock, after Snape walks out. I nod. "And who was responsible?"

"Me. I'll go pack my bags, then" I sigh.

"There will be no need for that, Snape will be suspended for a short time. Until Christmas should do, I expect. Dumbledore will be fuming."

I groan as everyone cheers as I walk into the Gryfindor Common Room. I just slip out of the celebration, and into my dormitory. I start punching my pillow.

"You'll end up ripping that, you know." a familliar voice tells me.

"So what?" I snarl.

"So, you'll have no pillow." Amy replies, as if it were obvious. I look at her.

"Look, Amy. I really am not in the mood to talk to anyone, so please bog off, no offence. I'm just-"

"Not in the mood. Yeah, OK. See you, then." Amy sighs. When she is gone, I wish I told her. But I couldn't. She was part of why I was staying away from everyone.