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Who: Fred and George
What: Fred and George fight some of their problems. Fight being the key word.
When: The night the petition was up.
Where: Boys Dorm Room
Fred wasn't in the boy's dormitory when George got up there, which didn't altogether surprise him -- it was still early evening, after all -- so George waited in the shadows for his twin to return. He nearly scared Lee's skin off him when his friend walked in and literally ran into a scowling, glaring George; Lee had turned back around and quickly walked away. George just kept staring. And waiting. And glaring.
The library had proved to have a few Gryffindor Quidditch fans that were all-to-happy to sign the petition (if not surprised that Fred was the one initiating it). There were a few people from other houses that even agreed and Fred promised to make one for the entire school so they could sign it as well. Ron's plan was working better than he imagined it to. Now, though, he wanted to lay down. He was worried about Draco and that alone made him weary. Adding the petition and asking people to sign it just added to that. So, yawning, he didn't notice the look from Lee as he went up to the dorm room.
As soon as the dorm door opened and George verified that yes, it was indeed Fred walking into the room, he tackled his brother to the floor, pinning him down. "Whose idea was it?" he demanded.
"What the-" Fred winced as his head hit the floor. That had hurt! "George, what the bloody hell are you doing?"
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" George countered. "Fred!"
"Trying to figure out why you're trying to break my head!" Fred shoved up on George's shoulders.
George pushed back on Fred, knocking him flat on the floor once again. "What's with the petition? What, you thought it would get me to pay more attention to you than Angelina? Well, congratu-bloody-lations, you got it! Now what the hell are you trying to say?" He'd had nearly two hours to brood over this, and while he had developed many theories regarding Fred's reasons behind the petition, he had yet to draw any substantial conclusions. That, above all else, bothered him.
"What makes you think that it's all about you!" Fred shoved up on George again, managing to sit up. "The petition is exactly what it looks like. We want people on the team that actually pay attention to all players and not just one. Ron nearly got his foot torn off because of that bludger. And Harry! You hit one right at him! It has nothing to do with how much 'attention' you give me."
"Like hell it doesn't." George scowled and let Fred sit up, but didn't let his brother up. Not yet. "You're a bloody wanker, Fred."
Fred glared at George, trying to get out from under him. "You're taking this too bloody personal. Ron, Gin, and I all agreed that it isn't safe for you to be on the team. And with the signatures we have, there are a lot of people that agree with us."
"Apparently." George kept scowling. "So that's what you want? Me off the team?"
"That or you stop being a selfish prick and actually play the game instead of looking at your girlfriend. The reason we lost last game was because of you and your inability to stay focused."
George made a face and crossed his arms. He was essentially just using Fred as a chair at this point. He didn't particularly care if Fred minded, either. "I can stay focused just fine."
"George, get off me." Fred glared at his brother. "You can't stay focused when Angelina is out there and we're all sick of it. I'm tired of doing your work and the rest of the team is tired of making sure that they don't get hit with bludgers that you're supposed to block."
George didn't move. He frowned at Fred. "I can stay focused plenty fine," he insisted again, for lack of anything better to say. He could see Fred's point. He could. He just didn't want to agree to it. Problem was, he couldn't come up with a good counter argument, so he just acted petulant. That would work.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore," Fred insisted, already tired of hearing the argument from George's mouth. "Go snog your girlfriend and just leave me alone. We both know that's what you want to do anyway." He didn't mean to sound rude, but Fred wasn't sure of any other way to get George off of him. He wasn't going to take down the petition no matter what George did.
"I told her to go on to bed," George said, frowning and sitting back a little. "'nyway, I got plenty of snogging in earlier. Now I'm talking to you. Deal with it."
"Talking?" Fred frowned, shifting so that his legs were finally free from under George. "This is not talking, this is injuring my head and yelling at me."
"Is not," George said, shifting a little. "Your head is fine."
"Bullocks." Fred rubbed at his legs before standing. "You smacked my head pretty hard when you decided that I needed to be pinned."
George rolled his eyes, getting to his feet as well. "What, you want me to kiss it make it better?" he asked dryly. "You deserved it. Prick."
The comment about the kiss made Fred pause, part of his mind really wanting it. But didn't he want Draco now? He had given chocolates to him, not George (not to mention that George had never received chocolates with a little... push in the right direction). Fred was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even hear the last part of what his brother said. "No, you wouldn't want to kiss me anyway."
"Yeah, not if you're a prick," George griped, sitting back on his bed with his arms crossed.
"Even if I was nice, you wouldn't. So forget it." Fred rubbed the back of his head and winced. "Whatever, I'm going to get something for my head."
"Why would you wanting me kissing you anyway?" George made a face and flopped on the bed so he was lying flat. "Just bite your wand for a bit. That should do it."
"Just forget about it, George. And I'd rather go down and get it checked. There's no telling what damage you've caused me lately."
"Fine," George said. "Do what you want."
"I will. Hopefully next time you won't try to kill me when I walk into the dorm."
"Stop ruining my life and maybe I won't have to," George muttered.
Fred paused, turning to give George a glare. "You ruined your own life. I had nothing to do with it."
"Whatever, Fred."
"Look, you can go date and snog whoever you want, but when it starts getting in the way of everything, it becomes annoying. You wouldn't have listened any other way besides a formal petition, so that's what we did. Except for Katie, you, and Angelina, the entire team and the reserves signed it." Fred opened the door. "The way you two smother each other is sickening."
"You're sickening," George muttered, rolling onto his side so his back was to the door -- and to Fred. "Way to stab your brother in the back."
Fred hesitated before closing the door and leaning his head on it. "George, you've been like this for months now. You've been ignoring me and ignoring the team. You have no right to claim that I've stabbed you anywhere."
George hummed loudly to show he wasn't listening.
"Fine. Be like that for all I care. I'm glad I don't have the urge to bloody kiss you anymore." With that said, Fred jerked open the door and left, slamming it behind him.
When the last word sank in -- 'anymore'? What the bloody hell was 'anymore' supposed to mean?! -- George stopped humming and sat bolt up. By then, of course, it was too late: Fred had left, and George was doomed to spend the rest of the night wondering what exactly was going through his twin's head.
What: Fred and George fight some of their problems. Fight being the key word.
When: The night the petition was up.
Where: Boys Dorm Room
Fred wasn't in the boy's dormitory when George got up there, which didn't altogether surprise him -- it was still early evening, after all -- so George waited in the shadows for his twin to return. He nearly scared Lee's skin off him when his friend walked in and literally ran into a scowling, glaring George; Lee had turned back around and quickly walked away. George just kept staring. And waiting. And glaring.
The library had proved to have a few Gryffindor Quidditch fans that were all-to-happy to sign the petition (if not surprised that Fred was the one initiating it). There were a few people from other houses that even agreed and Fred promised to make one for the entire school so they could sign it as well. Ron's plan was working better than he imagined it to. Now, though, he wanted to lay down. He was worried about Draco and that alone made him weary. Adding the petition and asking people to sign it just added to that. So, yawning, he didn't notice the look from Lee as he went up to the dorm room.
As soon as the dorm door opened and George verified that yes, it was indeed Fred walking into the room, he tackled his brother to the floor, pinning him down. "Whose idea was it?" he demanded.
"What the-" Fred winced as his head hit the floor. That had hurt! "George, what the bloody hell are you doing?"
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" George countered. "Fred!"
"Trying to figure out why you're trying to break my head!" Fred shoved up on George's shoulders.
George pushed back on Fred, knocking him flat on the floor once again. "What's with the petition? What, you thought it would get me to pay more attention to you than Angelina? Well, congratu-bloody-lations, you got it! Now what the hell are you trying to say?" He'd had nearly two hours to brood over this, and while he had developed many theories regarding Fred's reasons behind the petition, he had yet to draw any substantial conclusions. That, above all else, bothered him.
"What makes you think that it's all about you!" Fred shoved up on George again, managing to sit up. "The petition is exactly what it looks like. We want people on the team that actually pay attention to all players and not just one. Ron nearly got his foot torn off because of that bludger. And Harry! You hit one right at him! It has nothing to do with how much 'attention' you give me."
"Like hell it doesn't." George scowled and let Fred sit up, but didn't let his brother up. Not yet. "You're a bloody wanker, Fred."
Fred glared at George, trying to get out from under him. "You're taking this too bloody personal. Ron, Gin, and I all agreed that it isn't safe for you to be on the team. And with the signatures we have, there are a lot of people that agree with us."
"Apparently." George kept scowling. "So that's what you want? Me off the team?"
"That or you stop being a selfish prick and actually play the game instead of looking at your girlfriend. The reason we lost last game was because of you and your inability to stay focused."
George made a face and crossed his arms. He was essentially just using Fred as a chair at this point. He didn't particularly care if Fred minded, either. "I can stay focused just fine."
"George, get off me." Fred glared at his brother. "You can't stay focused when Angelina is out there and we're all sick of it. I'm tired of doing your work and the rest of the team is tired of making sure that they don't get hit with bludgers that you're supposed to block."
George didn't move. He frowned at Fred. "I can stay focused plenty fine," he insisted again, for lack of anything better to say. He could see Fred's point. He could. He just didn't want to agree to it. Problem was, he couldn't come up with a good counter argument, so he just acted petulant. That would work.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore," Fred insisted, already tired of hearing the argument from George's mouth. "Go snog your girlfriend and just leave me alone. We both know that's what you want to do anyway." He didn't mean to sound rude, but Fred wasn't sure of any other way to get George off of him. He wasn't going to take down the petition no matter what George did.
"I told her to go on to bed," George said, frowning and sitting back a little. "'nyway, I got plenty of snogging in earlier. Now I'm talking to you. Deal with it."
"Talking?" Fred frowned, shifting so that his legs were finally free from under George. "This is not talking, this is injuring my head and yelling at me."
"Is not," George said, shifting a little. "Your head is fine."
"Bullocks." Fred rubbed at his legs before standing. "You smacked my head pretty hard when you decided that I needed to be pinned."
George rolled his eyes, getting to his feet as well. "What, you want me to kiss it make it better?" he asked dryly. "You deserved it. Prick."
The comment about the kiss made Fred pause, part of his mind really wanting it. But didn't he want Draco now? He had given chocolates to him, not George (not to mention that George had never received chocolates with a little... push in the right direction). Fred was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even hear the last part of what his brother said. "No, you wouldn't want to kiss me anyway."
"Yeah, not if you're a prick," George griped, sitting back on his bed with his arms crossed.
"Even if I was nice, you wouldn't. So forget it." Fred rubbed the back of his head and winced. "Whatever, I'm going to get something for my head."
"Why would you wanting me kissing you anyway?" George made a face and flopped on the bed so he was lying flat. "Just bite your wand for a bit. That should do it."
"Just forget about it, George. And I'd rather go down and get it checked. There's no telling what damage you've caused me lately."
"Fine," George said. "Do what you want."
"I will. Hopefully next time you won't try to kill me when I walk into the dorm."
"Stop ruining my life and maybe I won't have to," George muttered.
Fred paused, turning to give George a glare. "You ruined your own life. I had nothing to do with it."
"Whatever, Fred."
"Look, you can go date and snog whoever you want, but when it starts getting in the way of everything, it becomes annoying. You wouldn't have listened any other way besides a formal petition, so that's what we did. Except for Katie, you, and Angelina, the entire team and the reserves signed it." Fred opened the door. "The way you two smother each other is sickening."
"You're sickening," George muttered, rolling onto his side so his back was to the door -- and to Fred. "Way to stab your brother in the back."
Fred hesitated before closing the door and leaning his head on it. "George, you've been like this for months now. You've been ignoring me and ignoring the team. You have no right to claim that I've stabbed you anywhere."
George hummed loudly to show he wasn't listening.
"Fine. Be like that for all I care. I'm glad I don't have the urge to bloody kiss you anymore." With that said, Fred jerked open the door and left, slamming it behind him.
When the last word sank in -- 'anymore'? What the bloody hell was 'anymore' supposed to mean?! -- George stopped humming and sat bolt up. By then, of course, it was too late: Fred had left, and George was doomed to spend the rest of the night wondering what exactly was going through his twin's head.