Preface:
This is/might (be) one of the one shots of the F, G & J mini-series. This series includes one shots of humor genre wherein our beloved twins along with the reader go through adventures of fun, pranking and jokes. Y/N Jordan is the younger brother/sister of Lee Jordan who is friends with the Twins instead of his/her/their brother. That being said, let me know if I must continue this series!

Dedicated To:
Fred and George, our beloved fictional Twins. Happy April's Fool!

Ah, the first day of summer. How nostalgic can it be? The warm summer breeze, the sparkling of the lake water, the steady gleam of the sun, the rising heat, the smell of mischief; that's the summer spirit.

Lately, the Weasley Twins: Fred and George Weasley and Y/N M/N Jordan have been up to some plotting. Planning, improvising and executing are, as the Twins put it, the stages of pranking someone. They were, right now, in stage one: planning.

"A fine summer day, what more is needed?" Fred sighed, contentedly.

"The person on whom we prank, of course!" Y/N exclaimed as an answer. They were in the Twins' room, lounging on the chair, the bed and the table. Each person had an empty glass beside them which was once filled with juice. Alas, it was too hot to keep the liquid waiting; it had to be drunk.

"I propose. . ." George said, laziness etched in his voice as he looked at his Twin.

"Ron, perhaps?" Y/N asked. The twin simply shook his head.

"He's been a common target. It's getting damn boring, Y/N!"

"Who, then?"

"Who better than the one who is chosen already?" Fred smirked. Understanding dawned on Y/N and he/she/they smirked. Oh, they had an amazing day of pranking ahead, surely.

xD-xD-xD

As the narrator of this story, I find it incredibly concerning that whatever the three were up to was censored, by what, I have no idea. The author just panned the camera, now, to - Harry Potter's bedroom?

Well, technically it is Ron Weasley's.

But he considers Harry as his brother.

Let's just exclude Harry's crush here. It just complicates things.

Oh, the black-haired boy is in an animated chatter with his friends and his crush. Let's hear what they are up to, shall we?

Harry was feeling hot. It wasn't the warm kinda hot. It was the hot kinda hot, if you get it that is. His crush - oh, she's so pretty and cute and amazing and funny and lively - ahem, was sitting beside him.

"How about we go down and get the stuff while Hermione and Mum take care of the food, yeah?" Ginny asked Harry. The boy was stared back, not responding. So, she clapped her hands in front of his eyes and he broke out of his reverie. "Earth to Harry. Are you there?"

"He's in another world." Ron munched on something as he replied instead of his best friend.

"No!" Harry yelled, throwing the nearest pillow on Ron. Who knew that he would get to know of Harry's rather embarrassing crush and tease him about it right in front of her? Ron! Ron of all people! The boy was so damm oblivious even to his own feelings that Harry could not help but doubt if someone had filled his ear in.

"Well, what do you think?" Ginny repeated again, frowning at not being heard the first time.

"I'm steady, try me!" Harry blabbered before clapping his hands over his mouth. Hermione's smug giggled echoed behind him. Fighting the urge to slap himself, he stood up, grabbed his coat and held out a hand to Ginny. Then, in a much clearer voice, said, "What I mean is, I'm ready! Let's go!"

xD-xD-xD

The sun was shining bright as a slow breeze settled. It felt nice to have the wind against your face and hair. Although it made his hair even messy, he recollected vividly his father ruffling his hair and making it more messy just to impress his mother.

Ginny was practically skipping the steps by his side, her hat shielding her skin from the sun. He could find it understandable. For a girl with such an attractive face, it had to be shielded. "You have an attractive face!" A voice, out of nowhere, shrieked.

The people around, including Ginny, looked at him oddly. "Pardon?" she deadpanned, coming to an halt.

"Um, nothing! I dunno where the voice came from. I swear, it wasn't me. . .?" Harry's statement was more of a question. Ginny simply shrugged before starting to walk. The way she walked reminded him of the Muggle fashion show catwalks.

"You walk like a model!" That damned voice! Harry ran his hands over his face in embarrassment.

"What?" Ginny asked in disbelief.

"Gin, really! It wasn't me!"

Ginny shot him a rather odd look before overtaking him by a bit. Harry wondered from where the Merlin's saggy left sock was the voice coming from. He was sure he was not hallucinating - or Ginny wouldn't hear it - nor was he talking out loud. How -?

Well, readers, I have no idea how. Because, just like you I am on the sidelines. Just being labelled as the Narrator of a story doesn't mean I know what runs through the crazy mind of the author. Yep. That was a piece of my mind. Ah, let's go back to Harry now.

The duo had finally arrived at the shop where party items were sold. They were here to get some hangings for Percy's promotion and boy was the journey embarrassing.

The shop gleamed with all the bright and colourful papers, hangings and decorations. Harry slowly turned a wind chime around, letting its soft tingling echo in the summer wind. It was serene. "Harry? How about this colour?" Harry forced his attention towards the wall hangings in Ginny's hands. It was a pastel shade of blue, the perfect one for the sandal walls of The Burrow. Harry was about to nod but thought better of it. He had to do something to impress her, after all.

"Well, Gin, you are the master in such stuff here and if you choose a colour I'm sure it'll be perfect." Smirking, he leaned against the counter. She smiled, a small blush creeping to her cheeks, before telling the shopkeeper to pack it. Harry let out a content sigh as he took to admiring the girl. Oh, you are perfection. My only direction. . .

"You are perfection, baby. My only direction!" His elbows were knocked off the counter by the recurring, mysterious carbon copy of his voice. It was his ruddy coat. His dammed black coat which spoke. He found it, only too late and if he were to tell the truth in a Muggle shop, people would think he'd went bonkers. Why, even the magical folk would think the same. Which coat of which household on earth talked? So, he did the only legible thing he could think of.

"This wind chime!" Pointing at the chime he was admiring earlier, he grinned sheepishly. "It's perfection! Can be the only thing to direct me through the - the stress of school, yeah!" Ginny gave him an odd, furtive glance, again but he just grinned.

While leaving, the shopkeeper asked if he would like to buy the wind chime. Just to avoid the embarrassment, Harry was forced to buy it. On their way home, Ginny suddenly burst into laughter. "What's wrong with you, Harry Potter?"

"Er," he stuttered. "What is wrong with - me?"

"You are a total comedy piece, aren't you? Whatever the sun did to you today. I understand it's quite hot -" Harry's mind ran elsewhere - as teenager's minds do - did she just call me hot?! "but that doesn't make you go bananas and talk Gobbledegook. Tell me, Potter. Who are you trying to impress?"

You. "Impress? Haha," Harry let out a nervous laugh. "Why would you think that?"

"Truth be told, I'm trying to impress you," his coat said.

Ginny looked at him as if he had really gone mad this time and he was never going to forget that look. He wanted to tear the coat off of him but that would again, make a scene and surely he did not want Ginny to see that. Naturally, he screamed - "Noo!" - which did attract a couple more of eyes than was needed. "Um, yeah it's too hot!"

"You are too hot! And so am I! We are fire on fire!" the coat exclaimed, swaying without the wind.

"Why don't we just go home?!"

Ginny, the poor girl, just stared before grabbing his hand and breaking off into a run to the lopsided house. Once they were in, she started laughing crazily and left him to go tell Hermione; the party hangings were thrown onto the couch, left alone, ouch!

Harry sighed as the warmth he had felt when she had grabbed his hand seeped away in bits. "I miss your warmth," his coat said instead of him. It was the last time it talked because, in frustration, he took it off and threw it on the 'mother' couch which now took one more lonely thing upon itself, ouch!

Up and above in the Twins' room, rounds of loud, unstoppable laughter were heard.

"That was amazing, guys!" Y/N exclaimed, giving both the boys an high-five for successfully experimenting their No-Legilimency-Required-Potion which, as the name suggested, required not the skill of Legilimency to read minds and state what the person who had the thing on was thinking.

And, dear readers, that's how I must stop narrating this story. Harry Potter was pranked, rather easily; and, was humiliated in front of everyone, including his crush. That was the goal of the Twins and Y/N. Now that it's done, I might as well take a break this summer. After all, a narrator can narrate what is presently happening and not what might happen. That was, indeed, left to the author and her craziness. . .

Sayonara!

Thank you for reading!

Miyoko x