Twin Dilemma
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
10,236
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Meeting Fred
These characters are borrowed from a book I found by an obscure author named JKRowling. I have every intention of returning them as soon as I finish playing with them. They are not mine and what follows is just for fun. This chapter has been beta'd by Badstarfalling00 - who has my eternal gratitude. This tale was started before the series was finished. What started as a likely and possible tale now must be put into the alternative universe category thanks to a cruel stroke of the pen. J.K. I don't know if I can ever forgive you.
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Chapter One: Meeting Fred
The door opened and a loud raspberry sound was heard as a customer stepped onto the welcome mat in Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Fred looked up from his Daily Prophet to see a young woman entering the store. She didn’t look like the typical Weasley customer. For one thing, they tended to get more adolescent males than females. For another, she was in her early 20s, about his age he’d guess, and dressed like one of those Muggle punks he remembered from his Muggle studies at Hogwarts.
She had light ginger hair that stuck out all over in varying lengths (she’d give Potter a run for his money with that hair style) and colored with bits of blue and pink streaks in it. She was carrying a large, flat parcel and wearing a short jean skirt slit up the side and held together, marginally, by rows of pins. Up top she had on a tight t-shirt ripped at the bottom displaying some kind of a sandwich and the words Mr. Wiener written below it, and she was obviously cold. Where her shirt failed to meet her skirt was a drawing of a vine with creatures enchanted to run along it. This vine seemed to encircle her entire waist, beginning and ending at her navel. It took all of his limited self-control to tear his eyes away from the undulating drawing as she walked towards him.
He stood up, cleared his throat and squeaked out a, “May I help you?” then flashed one of his famous Weasley grins. She smiled back and her green eyes twinkled with merriment.
“Yes. I am looking for some unusual presents to send back to my nephews and friends. Everyone I spoke with insisted this was the best place to go,” she said with an American twang.
Fred asked her the ages of her intended victims and she laughed and told him.
“Here. Let me take your package and I will show you what we have,” he said as he gently removed the parcel from her hand and placed it on the counter. “Right this way Miss,” he said as he placed his hand lightly on her arm and guided her to a cabinet full of brightly colored candies. He pointed out the various items and explained their functions and humorous possibilities while she made her selections.
He stole many surreptitious glances at her, taking in her curvy physique, her bouncy walk, and her obvious lack of certain under garments. When she had finished making her selections, Fred followed her up to the counter, overtly watching her backend swaying in her short skirt. Too late he noticed she had stopped. He was caught in the act. He blushed bright red and silently cursed his Weasley genes. She threw back her head and laughed. He flashed her a guilty grin and rang up the purchases.
“You seem a bit far from home,” he commented as he wrapped up her packages.
“You reckon?” An eyebrow rose. “I recently moved to London to study art at the University. I have a studio not far from here. I am studying to be a painter,” she explained as she glanced over to the counter at her flat parcel.
“Is that a painting in there?” he asked. She nodded. “May I have a peek?” he asked trying to forestall her departure, plus he was genuinely curious, as he hadn’t any painter acquaintances.
She smiled back at him and shook her head no. “Sorry, but I have to go drop this off to a client who is expecting it shortly,” she replied.
His grin disappeared as he replied halfheartedly, “Oh. Perhaps another time?”
“Well, if you are really interested, I am having a party and exhibition with my studio mates next Saturday at 9:00. Why don’t you drop by?” she smiled.
Fred perked up and grinned back. “That sounds lovely. See you then, er…?”
“Chloe. Chloe Brown.” She answered. “And your name is?”
“Fred Weasley of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes at your service,” he replied as he took her hand and bowed over it.
“Are all you English gents so polite?” she asked. “I think I am going to like my stay here”.
She handed him a card, then took her packages and started out the door. She stepped onto the mat and it burped loudly. “Bye!" she giggled over her shoulder as she stepped back out to Diagon Alley.
The door closed behind her. Fred looked down at the card in his hand, a Cheshire cat grin spread across his face and he placed the card in his jacket pocket.
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Chapter One: Meeting Fred
The door opened and a loud raspberry sound was heard as a customer stepped onto the welcome mat in Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Fred looked up from his Daily Prophet to see a young woman entering the store. She didn’t look like the typical Weasley customer. For one thing, they tended to get more adolescent males than females. For another, she was in her early 20s, about his age he’d guess, and dressed like one of those Muggle punks he remembered from his Muggle studies at Hogwarts.
She had light ginger hair that stuck out all over in varying lengths (she’d give Potter a run for his money with that hair style) and colored with bits of blue and pink streaks in it. She was carrying a large, flat parcel and wearing a short jean skirt slit up the side and held together, marginally, by rows of pins. Up top she had on a tight t-shirt ripped at the bottom displaying some kind of a sandwich and the words Mr. Wiener written below it, and she was obviously cold. Where her shirt failed to meet her skirt was a drawing of a vine with creatures enchanted to run along it. This vine seemed to encircle her entire waist, beginning and ending at her navel. It took all of his limited self-control to tear his eyes away from the undulating drawing as she walked towards him.
He stood up, cleared his throat and squeaked out a, “May I help you?” then flashed one of his famous Weasley grins. She smiled back and her green eyes twinkled with merriment.
“Yes. I am looking for some unusual presents to send back to my nephews and friends. Everyone I spoke with insisted this was the best place to go,” she said with an American twang.
Fred asked her the ages of her intended victims and she laughed and told him.
“Here. Let me take your package and I will show you what we have,” he said as he gently removed the parcel from her hand and placed it on the counter. “Right this way Miss,” he said as he placed his hand lightly on her arm and guided her to a cabinet full of brightly colored candies. He pointed out the various items and explained their functions and humorous possibilities while she made her selections.
He stole many surreptitious glances at her, taking in her curvy physique, her bouncy walk, and her obvious lack of certain under garments. When she had finished making her selections, Fred followed her up to the counter, overtly watching her backend swaying in her short skirt. Too late he noticed she had stopped. He was caught in the act. He blushed bright red and silently cursed his Weasley genes. She threw back her head and laughed. He flashed her a guilty grin and rang up the purchases.
“You seem a bit far from home,” he commented as he wrapped up her packages.
“You reckon?” An eyebrow rose. “I recently moved to London to study art at the University. I have a studio not far from here. I am studying to be a painter,” she explained as she glanced over to the counter at her flat parcel.
“Is that a painting in there?” he asked. She nodded. “May I have a peek?” he asked trying to forestall her departure, plus he was genuinely curious, as he hadn’t any painter acquaintances.
She smiled back at him and shook her head no. “Sorry, but I have to go drop this off to a client who is expecting it shortly,” she replied.
His grin disappeared as he replied halfheartedly, “Oh. Perhaps another time?”
“Well, if you are really interested, I am having a party and exhibition with my studio mates next Saturday at 9:00. Why don’t you drop by?” she smiled.
Fred perked up and grinned back. “That sounds lovely. See you then, er…?”
“Chloe. Chloe Brown.” She answered. “And your name is?”
“Fred Weasley of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes at your service,” he replied as he took her hand and bowed over it.
“Are all you English gents so polite?” she asked. “I think I am going to like my stay here”.
She handed him a card, then took her packages and started out the door. She stepped onto the mat and it burped loudly. “Bye!" she giggled over her shoulder as she stepped back out to Diagon Alley.
The door closed behind her. Fred looked down at the card in his hand, a Cheshire cat grin spread across his face and he placed the card in his jacket pocket.