Twin Dilemma

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Chapter 9: The Perfect Tester

A cleaner George sat in his neatly ordered lab wearing a smug grin on his face. In front of him sat a plate containing several successful tarts. He succeeded to work out the kinks in his potion and applied this to his more practical culinary skills. He thought he’d drop by WWW and show them to Fred and see if it met his twin’s approval. He placed the tarts in an innocent bakery box and headed out the door. The sky was a beautiful blue. The temperature was perfect. The sun was shining so George opted for a stroll. He took a turn up Restaurant Row. As he passed by a posh looking restaurant he glanced through the large windows where he spied the girl from the previous day having lunch with some gent. She looked up from her cup of tea and gazed directly into his eyes. Her face lit up in a welcoming smile. She motioned for him to come in and join her. George could not believe his luck! He smiled back and nodded. He turned and went in through the door.

George walked up to “Kitten’s” table. To his surprise, she was sitting with none other than Malfoy, jr. She picked up some papers covering one part of the table and stuffed them into her bag. She gestured to the vacant seat and said, “Weasley! What a surprise. Please sit down.”

Malfoy’s lip curled and his smile turned into a grimace as though something quite unpleasant had been placed in front of him.

George sniggered to himself. He took the seat “Kitten” aka Chloe pointed at and nodded to Malfoy.

“Hello Draco.”

Malfoy replied in a thoroughly unpleasant tone, “Weasley 1 or is it Weasley 2? Where’s your shade?”

Chloe looked puzzled.

“Fancy him do you?” George retorted.

Malfoy sputtered, “I think I just lost my appetite.”

“Now boys, behave,” admonished Kitten. “Draco and I were just finishing up our business lunch and were about to have dessert. Won’t you join us?”

Draco muttered something under his breath.

George beamed and said, “Certainly. I fancy a bit of a tart.”

Chloe blushed thinking he was referring to her.

Draco excused himself and left for the bathroom.

George leaned over the table and brushed his hand along Chloe’s cheek. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. When can we see each other again?”

“How about tonight? I am free for dinner.”

“Wonderful. I’ll see what I can come up with. Cooking is one of my talents you know.”

“My, my Weasley, you are a talented wizard.” Chloe reached for his hand that was still caressing her face and guided his fingers to her lips. She then proceeded to lick the tips of each one. When she reached his thumb, she pulled it into her mouth, and sucked lightly.

George could feel himself stir. He moaned, “You are pretty talented yourself, my little sex kitten.”

The sound of a throat being cleared made them jump apart. It was the waiter bringing the desserts. He placed a crème brulee in front of a blushing Chloe and then he placed a plate of biscuits and a coffee in front of George. George started to push them over to Malfoy’s spot when he had a brilliant thought.

“I wonder what’s keeping Draco? His coffee will get cold,” George said with concern in his voice.

His kitten stood up and said, “He’s probably fussing with his hair. He’s so vain about it. I’ll go and see. I needed a trip to the Ladies room anyway.”

“Hurry back,” George called out to her retreating backside. A retreating backside that he openly admired as it sashayed across the restaurant floor. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and then pulled his wand out and his box of tarts. He took a single tart out, tapped it with his wand and uttered a switching spell. The tart now looked like one of Draco’s biscuits. George picked up the top biscuit and ate it, replacing it with his imposter biscuit before pushing the plate and coffee over to Draco’s side. He finished swallowing the last bite when the unsuspecting Malfoy returned with “Kitten”. George cocked his eyebrows up, questioning and she smirked and nodded. George smiled back and in a friendly tone, said, “Ah, there you are.”

When they had all reseated, he watched out of the corner of his eye as Malfoy consumed the tampered treat. George smiled to himself. He turned to “Kitten” who was licking cream from the corner of her mouth. He stifled his erotic thoughts and spoke, “Well my dear it is awfully good to see you again. I must be off. I forgot I have an urgent meeting regarding a new product so I must leave you both. Until we meet again.” George picked up one of Chloe’s hands and bent over it as if to kiss it. She giggled as the munching Malfoy gaped. George pressed is lips and then gave her a little nip. He turned to Malfoy, “Good day.”

Malfoy muttered, “It is now”.

George coughed suddenly into his hand, a cough that sounded suspiciously like the word “ferret”, turned and left.

Chloe turned and looked at Malfoy who had finished his biscuits and was relaxing with his coffee. “What is it with you two?”

Draco shrugged. “The Weasley’s have always been jealous of the Malfoys - our wealth, our power and our undiluted bloodline. It’s probably due to the fact that there’s 20 of them all stuffed in a dwelling the size of a chicken coop. Not the sort of wizards one wants to be seen associating with if one wants to rise in Britain’s Wizarding Society.”

He reached up and ran his fingers through his long, loose platinum hair. He was rather taken aback when he pulled his hand away and several strands of his locks were caught up in his fingers.

Chloe was pondering what Draco had said. What a snob she thought. She looked up to see him staring at his hands. His normally pale face had gone as white as a sheet. He frantically reached up to his hair and tugged on it. A clump of his hair came out. He whimpered. He stood up abruptly.

“I have to go! Just have them put it on my account.” He jabbed towards the table. He turned and all but ran out the door, leaving an astonished Chloe starring after him.

Meanwhile George had meandered towards WWW, stopping along the way at various shops and planning the evening’s activity. He even stopped in at a fashionable boutique to buy some new clothes paying extra attention to his under garments. After an hour or two he strolled into the WWW. There behind the counter was a very bored Fred. A very bored Fred could be a dangerous thing. George glanced around the store. Sure enough, Fred had rearranged everything and redecorated with vibrant paint colors. It made George dizzy just glancing at it all.

“Oi, Fred. I hope you magiced me a map so I can find things tomorrow.”

Fred looked up at his brother and grinned.

“Slow day again?” George inquired.

“It was until about 30 minutes ago when I saw the most rewarding sight!” answered Fred.

“Oh, and what was that?” asked George.

“Malfoy came running past the window while I was setting up a display. He looked like a Troll was after him. His hair was all messed up and his eyes bulged…he looked like he might cry. When he ran past I saw this great big bald square spot on his head! I nearly wet myself with laughter.”

George grinned mischievously. He reached inside his robes and pulled out his box of tarts and placed them on the counter. “It wasn’t a Troll. It was a Weasley Wizarding Wheezes Do Depart Tart! I found the perfect test subject.”

“Ah, my evil genius twin! You have given me my birthday present early! You have done in that nasty Prat! I could kiss you!”

“Twice in one day my dear brother. People will talk you know.”

“Shut your noise you. We better start closing up if we’re going to meet the gang tonight,” Fred said.

“I can’t go tonight. I’ve got a date.” George blushed.

“Oh, Georgie’s got a hot date with “Kitten”? Fred said with glee. “Georgie’s got a date! Georgie’s got a date!” Fred sang and danced around his embarrassed brother.

“Give it a rest Fred.”

“Well you run along little brother. I’ll close up and make your excuses to our friends.” Fred began locking up while humming “Georgie’s got a date!”

George rolled his eyes apparated home.

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Chapter updated to correct mistakes
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