Title: A Change Of Pace
By: Bridget McKennitt
Characters: Fred and George Weasley
Rating: G
Word Count: 837
Summary: Fred and George decide, as a change of pace, to keep their own Weasley sweaters. Of course, no one believes them when they say who they really are.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and company are owned by J.K. Rowling and other companies.
They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No
challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Author's Notes: This fic was written for the first wave of Weasley Siblings Fuh-Q-Fest (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Weasley_Sibling_Fuh_Q_Fest).
Challenge: 6. Sweater Swap. Who goes with who depends on what letter is on
the sweater.
Something hit George in the face and he woke up with a start. "Ow!"
His twin Fred grinned and tossed the pillow he was holding aside. "Mom's package came in. She sent us Weasley sweaters again. See? Yours is blue with the yellow G and mine is blue with the yellow F. Shall we swap now or later?"
"I don't feel like swapping sweaters."
"What?" Fred's eyes boggled. "But we always swap sweaters and pretend to be the other. It's tradition."
"Exactly. Everyone knows we switch places during the Christmas break and it's gotten old. How about this year we remain ourselves?"
Fred shrugged. "Suits me, if that's what you want." He pulled his Weasley sweater over his head and waited for his brother to do the same. "Come on, breakfast's about to start and I don't want to be left with scraps."
The brothers left Gryffindor Tower and entered the Great Hall. They sat next to their best friend Lee Jordan, and the three Gryffindor Chasers; Katie, Alicia, and Fred's girlfriend Angelina. Lee turned to Fred, already stuffing his face with turkey meat. "'Ello George."
"I'm not George," Fred said.
Lee rolled his eyes. "Sure you're not."
"Katie, pass me the mashed potatoes."
Katie handed his brother the bowl. "Here you go, Fred."
George stared. "I'm not Fred."
Angelina sighed. "Honestly, you two. Haven't you learned by now that we're on to your switching sweaters and identities? Might as well fess up and come clean. Especially you, Fred. I love you, but I'm not willing to kiss George by accident."
"Nah, Angelina, we haven't done that this year," replied George. "We decided there's no point so I'm George."
"And I'm Fred."
However, none of their friends believed them as they shook their heads and smiled, and went back to their food. George exchanged glances with his twin. Then they smiled and started to eat with gusto.
As soon as they were done, Fred pulled George into the corridor. "You're a genius!" he said excitedly. "Everyone thinks we're not ourselves when we really are."
George had to agree. "I must admit, this is a great pranking, and we didn't have to do anything to pull it off. Who else do you think we can fool?"
Before Fred could answer, a shadow loomed over the boys and a wrinkled old hand landed on George's shoulder. "Come with me, Mr. Weasley. You have some explaining to do."
"Bu--but Professor McGonagall, I haven't done anything!"
"Don't try the innocent routine with me, Mr. Weasley. I have been teaching you and your siblings for quite some time now, not to mention being your Head of House, I know you inside and out. Now come with me, or I will be forced to take away points from Gryffindor."
George stared at Fred and happily saw his brother wink. Whatever McGonagall wanted, his twin would get him out of it in no time. "Alright, professor."
McGonagall led George into her office and sat down at her desk. "Mr. Filch has reported to me that you have been breaking into his office and stealing contraband items from his drawers. Is that true?"
"No! The old man is lying. Besides which, I've been sick in bed for the past couple of days and couldn't have done any of that."
Professor McGonagall's eye twitched and she ruffled the papers in front of her. "As much as you like pretending to be your brother, Mr. Weasley, you are certainly not George. Therefore, you have not been sick."
"You think I'm Fred?" the redhead blurted out in surprise.
"I don't think you're Fred, I know you're Fred. The two of you always switch your sweaters as well as your names during the vacation break. And as you can see for yourself, you are wearing the sweater with the G on it."
George tried to hide his laughter behind a cough. Not only did their friends think they had switched, so did their professor. It was brilliant. Then his cheekiness faded. McGonagall had given him a week's worth of detention with Filch and took off twenty points from Gryffindor. Maybe not so brilliant after all.
Suddenly, Fred burst through the door, panting as if he was going to drop from exhaustion. "Professor! Someone's set off fireworks in the Great Hall."
"Oh for the love of! I will be there in a moment." Her stern gaze rested on George. "Meet Mr. Filch in his office at eight o'clock, exactly. Do not even think of skipping your detention." With that, she left the brothers alone.
Fred plopped into McGonagall's chair and grinned. "I'm a genius, aren't I?"
George growled and reached over to slap his twin on the side of his head. "You idiot! She thought I was you and gave me detention. With Filch no less. And all because you got caught sneaking stuff out of his office." He pulled his sweater off and threw it at Fred. Before storming out, he turned back to glare.
"Next year, we're switching."
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