Jinx Not-So-Malfoy and the Triwizard Tournament

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Do me a MAJOR favour and check out Shells2Snicks' story Pure Blooded? Hannah is a great friend of mine and she seriously needs more reads.

Plus, Jinx is in it. :D

I spun faster and faster, elbows tucked tightly to my sides, blurred fireplaces flashing past me, until I started to feel sick and closed my eyes.

FLOO POWDER POWER! FLOO POWDER POWER! FLOO POWDER POWER!

Then, when at last I felt myself slowing down, I threw myself out of Weasleys' kitchen fire.

"Did he eat it?" I heard Fred say excitedly as he held out a hand to pull Harry to his feet.

I landed on my feet, bitch. 

"Yeah," said Harry, straightening up. "What was it?"

"Ton-Tongue Toffee," said Fred brightly. "George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer...."

"I love you," I told them. "Marry me. Both of you."

The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter.

"How're you doing, Harry?" said Charlie.

Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry's hand.

Before any of us could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He was looking angrier than I had ever seen him.

"That wasn't funny Fred!" he shouted. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," said Fred, with another evil grin. "I just dropped it....It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."

"You dropped it on purpose!" roared Mr. Weasley. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet -"

"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.

"It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!"

Harry, the Weasleys and I roared with laughter again.

"It isn't funny!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons -- "

"We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!" said Fred indignantly.

"No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git," said George. "Isn't he, Harry?"

"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley," said Harry earnestly.

"That's not the point!" raged Mr. Weasley. "You wait until I tell your mother -"

"Tell me what?" said a voice behind us.

Mrs. Weasley had just entered the kitchen. Her eyes were presently narrowed with suspicion.

"Oh hello, Harry, dear," she said, spotting him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. "Tell me what, Arthur?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated. I could tell that, however angry he was with Fred and George, he hadn't really intended to tell Mrs. Weasley what had happened. There was a silence, while Mr. Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Then Herman and Ginny appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Mrs. Weasley. 

I mean Hermione.

Wait, no I don't.

She's Herman. 

"Tell me what, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley repeated, in a dangerous sort of voice.

"It's nothing, Molly," mumbled Mr. Weasley, "Fred and George just - but I've had words with them -"