[HP] Missy and Mischief

Time goes back to that morning when chickens and dogs jumped.Fred ran out of the auditorium in a hurry and caught up with George, even though he had already half stepped into the door of the dormitory.

Fortunately, Lee Jordan and Creval were not in the dormitory at the moment, and only George was sitting on the bed alone, playing with the golden eggs and golden clockwork borrowed from Harry, which gave the two brothers a wonderful conversation opportunity.

"I can't believe it! You just hesitated for a moment! That Slytherin Gus just popped up!" Fred said indignantly, sitting down across from him.

George tossed Fred the golden, wind-up egg, and it was no surprise that he caught it straight.

Before Fred came in, he lay in bed pissed off - he couldn't believe he just got up from the Gryffindor table and walked away - a beautiful Slytherin witch Isn't it normal that the pure-blood boy from the same academy invited him away?

But he did feel very uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than listening to Filch's vitriolic insults all night, more uncomfortable than seeing his parents give Percy the great big brain mermaid warm kisses and hugs...

Lying in the messy but reassuring dormitory, staring at the red-gold bed curtain, George had to admit a problem he didn't want to face, but it happened: he had the same love for Cassandra as Fred did. Extraordinary interest.

But this is not surprising at all.

They have been inseparable with each other since they were young, and every happy memory of him is related to Fred, and even the eyes of people are terribly similar...

But seriously, there aren't many witches like Cassandra, are there?You can't find another girl at Hogwarts who volunteers to venture into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night and wander around the castle corridors at night.

"It's true when you think about it," Fred said with a smile when he heard his slander, "Hermione will, but she's saving the House Cup from little Ronnie and Harry; crazy girl Luna will too, But every time I run into her I suspect she's sleepwalking - oh no!"

He accidentally flicked the golden hairspring inserted into the golden egg, and the golden egg immediately bounced off along the gap, and a terrifying, piercing scream filled the entire room.

"Shut up! Do we have to hear Percy sing several times a day!" said George unbearably. Is it really not the tiles that have changed?"

Panting heavily, Fred rushed over and closed the golden egg firmly.

After such an interruption, the unhappiness in George's heart dissipated a little.He stuffed a golden-red pillow behind his back, changed to a more comfortable sitting position and lay down, crossed his legs, and said, "But anyway, I have no chance, and you invited Angelina..."

"Look, for whom did I invite Angelina!" Fred yelled loudly. "You said three hundred times that Cassandra likes me more. Does she just hide who she likes?"

He fished out a book with a romantic violet cover from under the pillow, aimed it at George's face and threw it, but of course he dodged the blow.

"Honestly, I don't think "Twelve Ways to Win a Witch" may not be suitable for our situation, maybe Lockhart changed his pseudonym to deceive people..." Fred said to himself say.

But there won't be another book in the world to help these two big boys find true love.Especially since their situation is so complicated, maybe only Merlin knows how to balance the feelings between the three of them.

"The number one key to bewitching a witch...starts with your attire. No witch likes a scruffy wizard, just like no wizard likes a witch with tangled hair and dirty hair, you have to The first step is to have good hygiene...bewitching witches with the right attire."

The two of them got together in Charms and pored over Chapter 1 of the tome before George announced that he was going to spend a lot of money on a crisp suit.Fred was furious, but Cassandra had been known to sneer at everyone she looked down on about their clothes.

He didn't want to wear a moldy dress to hold the hand of the person he liked at the highly anticipated ball.

"You said, is there a possibility that she will agree to the pursuit of both of us at the same time?" George was silent for a while, apparently caught in another struggle: "This is good for all of us."

no respond.

Fred rested his arms behind his head, and his azure pupils fell somewhere in the void, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are absent-minded, and his mind is blank.And unexpectedly, after a long time, he said, "...that's a bit over the top, man. But what made us not born to play by the rules?"

"You are the only one in this world who can understand me effortlessly," George said, opening the dreamy purple-covered book "Twelve Ways to Conquer Witches" bought in Knockturn Alley.

"'Chapter 2, understand her preferences; Chapter 3, get along with her more, let her subtly get used to your company; Chapter 4, write a love letter or give a gift...'Yes! Chapter 8,' Confid to her Inner thoughts, sincere confession... The easiest and most effective way is to kiss her directly!' Have we confessed to her, Fred?"

"It seems, maybe, probably not."

"Have we written love letters?"

"……No."

"Great, it sounds like there's still time to save... well, we can make some preparations..."

………………

It was about dinnertime, and most people were enjoying a sumptuous meal in the Great Hall, and Cassandra hadn't seen a soul on the walk from the Covered Bridge to the Quidditch pitch.

Carrying her schoolbag, she walked slowly and alone on the lawn. In front of her were the three greenhouses of the herb class. From here to entering the castle, she had to go around a long way. Only at this time, Cassandra would occasionally feel The broom is also a convenient travel tool...

Strangely, there was a helmetless armor standing at the entrance of the greenhouse. She didn't think much about it, thinking it was Professor Sprout's new anti-theft measure.

As a result, Cassandra was grabbed by the arm again and pulled into Professor Sprout's No. [-] greenhouse.

Different from the common harmless herbs in the No. [-] Greenhouse and the dangerous and dark plants in the No. [-] Greenhouse, the No. [-] Greenhouse is mainly a variety of rare flowers, and it is also called "little flower house" by most people.

There are silver morning glory that can imitate human speech, Bulgarian roses that can change color with temperature, sunflowers that look at the sun whenever they like, artichokes that the Scots like, and mistletoe specially cultivated for Christmas...

Cassandra didn't even have much of a frightened mood, because as early as a year ago, Fred and George used to drag her away suddenly during night excursions, and then showed her newly developed gadgets or something—

But that didn't mean she would be indifferent to the sudden kiss in the dark.

A hot, tense kiss.

Her whole body was icy and cold because of the evening wind, but the other party didn't care about it at all. Her warm and hot lips fell, grabbing her breath and seeming to take away her voice at the same time.

Cassandra could feel the arms of the boy holding her tightly around her, his movements were strange and stiff, but he did not hesitate when he kissed her, with desperate courage, as if to say——

Can you feel my love.

Can you bear my offense?

When she realized that he had further impulses, Cassandra began to struggle. She pushed the person in front of her away, causing the unsuspecting him to slam into the flower stand behind, making a loud noise , he snorted.

All kinds of flowers on the flower stands made dangerous collision sounds, and even the helmetless armor outside the door made the sound of iron plates rubbing against each other, and the silver trumpet flowers made high and low cries of pain like imitating tongues.

Cassandra drew out her wand and lit the chandelier in the greenhouse, and everything around her, from clusters of roses to the people across from her, revealed their original outlines.

"George Weasley!" she said angrily, her voice suppressed by anger: "What are you crazy about! I thought you were the calmer and more thoughtful one, but it turns out that you are both equally selfish and Disrespectful idiot—"

George watched her green eyes brighten with anger and was embarrassed.

He originally hoped that she could tell the difference between them, and hoped for her heartfelt praise, but it was definitely not after he summoned up the courage to kiss her.

"George?" he repeated softly, gritting his teeth and desperately trying not to smash the flower pots around him, "so, you can always tell us clearly in your eyes, but you only like Fred, only Would love to kiss Fred...like that night, eh?"

He had already made enough mental preparations before coming, and wanted to start with a kiss in the dark, sending Cassandra all the flowers that were blooming in the greenhouse.But she always seems to have a way to easily defeat him...

Cassandra stared at his red eyes and froze.

Her thoughts turned back and forth in a short moment, and she suddenly understood why George reacted so strongly to her joke, and also understood his anxiety and pain.

"'Only like Fred'?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Qins", flipping the pages of the book without any distress, a well-preserved camellia specimen fell out of the latest page and fell to the ground.

George looked at it, leaned over to pick up the camellia carefully, wiped off the muddy water with the corner of his clothes, looked up at Cassandra, and pressed his lips tightly.

"You know I gave it to you?"

"Known all along," Cassandra said.

A drop of tear slid down her cheek, and she wiped it away indiscriminately, making the corner of her eye red.

Neither George nor Fred had seen her so weak.In their eyes, Cassandra seems to be always on top, providing them with all kinds of magical help with a queen-like attitude, and never seems to let herself fall into disordered emotions.

But today they realized that even the vast Milky Way sometimes passes through meteors.

George grabbed her hand helplessly to prevent her from hurting his fragile eyes, and carefully held Cassandra in his arms, surrounding her with the refreshing scent of soap and the warm smell of old sweaters.

"I'm sorry," George whispered.He could feel the girl in his arms was tired, with the December chill outside.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The silver morning glory next to it repeated in a low voice with exactly the same voice, and the mistletoe above the head was shaken slightly, and the beautiful little red fruit flickered on and off.

Cassandra looked up at George, her reflection alone in his bright blue eyes.

...You already knew not only who he was, but that they were probably born with a little less stuff in their heads.She thought a little self-destructively.

"Don't you want to say something else?" Cassandra whispered.

George looked at her blankly, stunned for a while, and pondered uncomfortably in his heart for a while, wondering if he should recite the lines he had prepared in advance, racked his brains, and finally choked out a sentence, "...I have been Everyone likes you."

"..." Cassandra was silent for a moment, finally sighed, grabbed George's tie roughly, and continued the previous kiss under his unbelievable gaze.

For two sixth-grade students, this was an innocent kiss that was somewhat restrained.Their lips pressed together intimately, rubbing and sucking softly and gently, as if they were carefully testing each other, for fear of disturbing the quiet air.

Until the violent heartbeat and hypoxic dizziness reminded them that they should let go of each other, otherwise they might become the first pair of fools in the wizarding world to die because of kissing.

"Merlin's pants, it's like a dream." George murmured loudly, and Cassandra covered his mouth.

"Do you want 'Silver Tongue' to be heard throughout the greenhouse?" Cassandra blushed with embarrassment, which made her angry expression all the more cute because of the vividness, although she tried her best to restrain herself, But the shortness of breath betrayed her.

The armor outside the door turned around at some point, and seemed to be interested in everything that happened in the warm greenhouse.

George looked at her, and neither of them spoke again.

George waved his wand lightly and chanted a spell silently. It seemed that the flowers in the entire greenhouse suddenly came to life and bloomed together in the cold winter. All kinds of magic roses swayed and turned into shades of red. La's favorite smoky pink, but also a hot and intense blood red.

Seemingly unaccustomed to being stared at closely, these roses evasively raised their leaves to half cover their own petals, like a shy girl hiding her admiration.

Finally it was George who broke the silence: "Cassandra, you know... Fred and I like you?"

"Oh! Of course!" Cassandra said ironically, and quickly glanced at the magic roses who were curiously poking their heads in this direction. She said angrily, "I'm not surprised at all, why never You heard a word out of your mouth - about your brothers liking. Is it because it's too embarrassing for you to like a Slytherin?"

"Never meant that," said George quickly, "and I always thought you, uh, only liked Fred, and even rewarded him with a kiss or something after losing him in a duel—"

Cassandra looked strange: "Is that how he showed off to you?"

"I didn't!" A loud retort came from the door.

Cassandra looked in the direction of the sound, and was taken aback—the "Headless Horseman Armor" who had been standing outside the door suddenly made a sound from the empty neck, which was utterly terrifying.

"Oh... sorry, I forgot to take off the hat." The familiar voice continued, and then moved the stiff armour, and took off the (non-existent) hat on the head, revealing a fiery red head , "Headless Horseman hat! Once you put it on, no one can see your head—"

Fred came in, with the sound of crunching armor, he put his top hat on a pot of sunflowers, and the golden flower disc disappeared.Cassandra wondered if he would remember where he had thrown the hat later.

"Don't take the emotion you feel—as an established fact, brother." Fred leaned in front of Cassandra without blushing, trembling with cold, and said inarticulately: "In order to take care of her emotion, I made a great sacrifice—”

Cassandra cast a warming spell on him, and said inexplicably: "Does the great sacrifice mean inviting Johnson to dance? Or do you want to continue your noble spirit of sacrifice? Then why don't you pretend to be an armored gatekeeper?" Woolen cloth?"

"...What? Well, I just randomly picked a girl I could see in sight, not Angelina, but also Alicia or Ginny—no, I definitely don't mean to be frivolous about my feelings!"

Seeing himself getting darker and darker, Fred muttered and took off the armor, looked at George again, scratched his head, and decided to continue to hand over the burden of explanation to George.

"It is true that he took the initiative to retreat because I fell into a persistently sensitive and irritable state." George coughed lightly, determined to restore his brother's image, "In any case, we have really struggled for a long time... from the beginning of this semester From the very first day of my life, I developed some unbelievable affection for you, unfortunately, double."

Fred also put away the grinning expression on his face, and said with a solemn attitude almost swearing to Merlin: "George and I have never been separated since we were born, and we are destined to share hobbies, friendship and family affection together. Here We never imagined what it would be like if there was a girl that we could all fall in love with - it sure sounds weird and bloody outrageous -"

"—but we mean it. You can tell the difference between me and Fred, that we're two separate entities who are so much alike that God knows not even our mother can tell the difference."

George smiled nervously, "Cassandra, you are so talented and beautiful, and you even have an extraordinary talent for pranks... We never thought that there would be such an excellent girlfriend .But that day on the streets of Diagon Alley, you showed up like that, domineering, let's get the hell out of—"

"I—" Cassandra looked at them in astonishment, speechless.

"When we saw you agreeing to Higgs' invitation, we all went crazy with jealousy." Fred also forgot the lines he had memorized before, and said all he wanted to say: "Anyway, We are ready for you not to accept. But I understand better, if you refuse, I will never find a unique witch like you again."

"You're the only one. Promise us..."

Silver Morning Glory then murmured: "You are the only one...promise us...you are the only one..."

Two identical red-haired boys stood across from Cassandra, looking at her with expectant blue eyes.

She stared at Fred and George for a long time, as if reacquainting them.

You know, at the beginning of all the stories, she was a little jealous of the Weasley twins, because they didn't seem to have their own proud family background and achievements, but they had everything they envied—surrounded by friends, never tired, Never content to be ordinary.

They're more like dazzling fireworks than Bludgers.

They long to burn, to burn like giant yellow Roman candles in mythology; *

Inevitably, undeniably, she was one of the fools attracted to this temperature.

And she has waited too long, just like the devil in the bottle under the sea, making a wish in a long time of 300 years, if they are willing to come to redeem with sincerity, she will return love and good wishes.

Fortunately, she waited until then, so she didn't have to kill these two fools in the fourth century.

Cassandra looked at them cautiously with dark green eyes, and whenever she settled down to think about something, these green eyes would turn into sparkling lakes.But Fred and George looked at her nervously like prisoners waiting to be sentenced to death or to be acquitted, and had no time to appreciate the beauty.

After what seemed like half a century, Cassandra nodded slightly.

"I don't know how long I will like you, and I don't know how long your passion will be." She said with mixed feelings, "But I have known you this year, I am really happy. I hope that after many years, I will still be together. I can recall the self I loved so passionately..."

The twins were clearly carried away by the unexpected answer.

Almost laughing, George rushed over and hugged her tightly, ignoring her dissatisfied protest of "the textbook will be crumpled!"

Fred was almost overwhelmed and chattered: "Cassandra, I knew we would have done this long ago, but if you nodded and all the Hogwarts girls stood together, I wouldn't Will invite one to dance with me—"

His voice stopped abruptly as the tip of Cassandra's wand glowed dangerously green.

"I'm sorry, I think the next step is to develop potions that make people's mouths stick." Fred apologized sincerely, looking at her with wide blue eyes, "You know what I mean, I'm I'm so sorry for hurting your feelings...and for being outside in the cold wind for so long just to let you guys out, without even getting a real kiss..."

If he hadn't made it up in time, Cassandra really wanted to give him a fuchsia.She gave Fred a hard look, and she sarcastically said: "Do you still expect me to give a passionate kiss to a helmetless armor? Anyway, you should blow the air and wake up."

But what does it matter?Under the scent of roses all over the room and the mistletoe overhead, Fred leaned over and kissed her fair face.

Seriously, when they go back, they're going to confess "Twelve Ways to Conquer Witches"—no, it should be passed on, for example, to Ron...

Fred and George thought in unison.

The author has something to say:

*From "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac.

This chapter is two in one.If someone thinks that the feelings are not delicate enough, it can only be said that a plot writer has tried his best, and it is the first time to write a long derivative...

The exam is really too busy, and the next month will be updated every other day. If you have time, squeeze out time to add updates.

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