Twin Dilemma

The twins are based on some twins in an aternative universe. Even in this universe I claim no ownership...just imagination.


Chapter 3: A Slimy Slytherin


Fred turned and edged around the dancers until he came to a bar set up. He grabbed the first glass he came to and downed the contents. It burned as it traveled down his throat and set fire to his stomach.

“Merlin! What was that?” he choked out loud. He turned and peered through his watery eyes, noting the close proximity of Chloe to Malfoy as he leaned in and whispered something into her ear. Chloe tilted her head back and laughed. She looked amazing in a long flowing hippiechick skirt and a tight, short chemise, loosely laced up the front. Malfoy sure seemed to enjoy her attire. It appeared his eyes were basically at chest level throughout their entire conversation.

“What can that be about?” Fred wondered. He reached back and grabbed another of the fiery golden drinks and tossed it back, positive that steam was pouring out his ears.

“If looks could kill, that man would be dead”, said a buxomly brunette with hair piled up on top of her head and way too much make up painted on her face.

“Hi. I am Hilda. I am one of the artwitches who work here. Who are you and how do you know my studio mate Chloe?” she asked. Her eyes moved up and down appraising the lean, shapely form of the red head before her.

Fred stuck out his hand and said, “Hi I am Fred. Nice party. I just met Chloe and she invited me up to have a look at her paintings.” And I am just about to hex Malfoy if he doesn’t stop touching her with his slimy slytherin hands, he thought.

Hilda snorted outright. “That slimy git is probably trying to commission a private painting session with Chloe. He fancies himself an art connoisseur but I think he just wants to pay so he can take his kit off and fancies she’ll come on to him. It’s probably the only way a guy like that can get a real woman. He gives me the creeps!”

Fred laughed appreciatively. He was warming up to this big brunette. “Did he ever try that on you?”

She nodded. “He tried. I just keep the studio extremely cold with a frost hex while I kept my sculpting robe extra warm. He continually complained that I dwarfing certain aspects of his anatomy! I can assure you my sculpture was accurate. He just was not pleased to be depicted with a chilly willy. He probably gave the sculpture to the house elves. But he did pay in advance.”

Hilda’s eyes twinkled. Fred ginned widely.

After more friendly chatter and a few more fiery drinks Fred decided to go save Chloe from the clutches of Malfoy. He bid Hilda good day and headed through the crush of exuberant dancers. As he walked towards Chloe, she looked up from her conversation with Malfoy and saw him. Her face beamed and she motioned for him to come join him. He cautiously walked up behind Malfoy. Chloe greeted him very warmly with a kiss to his cheek. Malfoy turned to see whom she was greeting and his eyebrow went up.

“Ah, It’s a Weasley. Out alone? Where’s its attachment?”

“Hello Malfoy. Where are your thugs? I didn’t know Daddy let you go anywhere without them,” Fred replied.

“Seeing that they landed themselves in Azkaban, Father took them off the pay roll,” said Draco in a bored tone.

Chloe just looked from one man to the other, puzzled by the open hostility. “So you two know each other?” she asked.

“Yes, we unfortunately went to the same school - different years and different houses. We played on opposing Quidditch teams,” Fred answered.

“Yes,” drawled Draco. “And Weasleys were rather well known for their hours in detention. Broke some kind of school record - first ones to spend more time in detention then in classes. Shame you were expelled.”

Fred could feel his ears grow hot and his temper rise. Fred narrowed his eyes and in a low, quiet voice growled out, “I chose to leave on my own terms… for business opportunities. I wasn’t expelled.”

“If you insist,” smirked Draco. He cocked his head at Chloe and said, “Perhaps you have a more private space where we can continue our negotiations?”

Chloe flashed Draco a placating look. “Why don’t you owl me with a time you’d like to set for a meeting next week. Right now I have business with Weasley and I promised him a tour of the studio first.”

Fred smiled smugly.

Draco arched his eyebrow at him and sneered. “I will owl you my dear. I think we should meet up at Le Beauxtemps for lunch at 1:00 on Wednesday. I will make the arrangements. Until then, adieu ma chere.” He caught her hand in his and raised it to his mouth, imparting a cool, dry brush of his lips. Ignoring Fred, he pivoted and sauntered away across the studio.

Fred, not one to be ignored, discreetly poked his wand from his robe and muttered something under his breath towards the receding blonde’s back.

Chloe looked at him inquisitively. He smiled and pointed. Some neon script was forming on the back of Malfoy’s robe that read:

Here walks the world’s greatest big headed prat

Chloe giggled and then gasped as Draco’s head suddenly began to inflate until it was so large it drooped forward. Then it popped! Many of the partygoers were now looking at Draco’s headless body in amazement. A smaller pop was heard and a tiny head appeared and began to inflate. This continued to grow until it popped too. Much to Malfoy’s dismay, the inflating loop showed no signs of diminishing. By this time, most of the people in the studio were laughing and pointing at Malfoy’s plight. Malfoy left shortly.

Chloe was leaning on Fred, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, trying to recover her breath. “I take it you two weren’t mates at school?”

“No,” said Fred still chuckling, “And he’s had that coming to him for quite some time. He actually went to school with my younger brother and his best friends. Remind me another time and I’ll tell you some of their Malfoy stories.”

“Sounds like something I should hear before I meet up with him about the painting. So Weasley, ready to tour the facilities or would you rather shake a leg?” Chloe asked.

Fred turned to her with a puzzled look. “Why would I want to shake a leg?”

“Silly Wizard!” she smiled. “It’s mugglism for do you wanna dance?”

“Both,” said Fred. He took her arm in his and they strolled off towards a side entrance.


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Thanks for the reviews. Trix you are very encouraging.
Nee- no this isn\'t a \"Mary Sue\". Since I am new to fan fiction I had to look that up. It is an OFC. No, unfortunately I do not have a Mr. Weiner shirt but I want one. Didn\'t realize there was a plethora of punky american artists in HP stories on the fiction board. I made my character american because it\'s easier for me to write. Much of the mockbrit dialogue I read sounds like a bad Austin Powers rip. I thought I\'d stick to something I felt comfortable with. I love the idea of wizard painting and wanted to explore that through an art student studying abroad. The only Mary Sue element is the twin thing. I mean who wouldn\'t wnat to do twins? Especially ones with such a fun sense of humor.