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Magical Mugwort	By : Marjay2127 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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No sooner had Lee and I entered the loo, when I felt the change beginning to happen.

“Best lock that door, Lee,” I said, wincing. “Don't need anyone else walking in on this.”

He nodded. “Hand me my wand, will you, darling? It's in your back pocket.”

I winced, shaking myself out as the effects of the Polyjuice Potion began to melt away. I handed Lee his wand and let him work his bit of magic on the door. Then a strange sort of thought occurred to me.

“Lee, would your wand work for me since I am still you?”

Lee turned to look at me, a slightly curious look on his--my-- face. “No time like the present to find out before all this goes away. Unless you fancy looking like me for another couple of hours.”

I grinned. “As much as I adore you, Lee, I'm ready to have my body back.”

He handed me the wand, and I felt it sit in my hand. “Cast something,” he suggested. “Try... Lumos.”

A shiver ran through me, and I tried to concentrate on the way the wand felt, the subtle energy I could feel running through it. Taking a deep breath, I swished and said, “Lumos!”

I waited. Nothing happened.

Sighing, I shrugged. “Oh, well.”

Then suddenly I saw the tip of the wand begin to glow a little bit. It was soft, subtle, but it was definitely glowing. I felt my jaw drop, a thrill of disbelief and excitement running through me.

“Lee!” I squealed. “Look!”

He nodded, surprise written on his--my--face. “Well, bugger all,” he commented. “It works.”

Just as the light formed, it died out, and I cringed as I felt the spell begin to fade. “Lee, go get out of my clothes before you rip them to shreds.”

“Trying to see me naked again? All you had to do was ask,” he grinned.

I gave him a withering look. “It'd be seeing me naked first off, and I'm about to see you naked anyway. So what's it matter? All I want are my clothes.”

“Right, right.”

Turning to the mirror, I gripped the sink as I watched myself. The chocolate smooth skin and full lips were starting to bubble, as if someone had pumped extra air under my skin. The dreadlocks were beginning to waver, my own brunette hair beginning to poke through at the roots. My eyes were changing, from the deep brown of Lee to my own chestnut color, golden rings outlining the pupils. My skin felt alive, as if thousands of insects were crawling under my flesh. It was horribly uncomfortable and I wanted to scratch myself, but I knew that it would be over soon enough.

It was as if someone was erasing the image of Lee, and I was slowly coming forth. I felt my limbs shrinking, the clothes I was still wearing suddenly becoming baggy. Closing my eyes for a moment, I tried to shake it all off. My pale skin was coming back, the darkness of Lee's skin melting away.

At last, everything came back, and I found myself staring back into my own eyes in the mirror. I exhaled a sigh of relief, and stretched.

“By the gods, that's uncomfortable!” exclaimed Lee.

Beginning to remove the clothes I wore, I just nodded. “Absolutely. I'd rather not do that again. Do you have my clothes, Lee?”

A bundle of clothes came flying at me, and Lee poked his head around the side of the stall. “Oi! I'll thank you to give me mine now.”

I smirked and finally threw his clothes at him as well. “At least we have a good alibi for why the loo is unavailable.”

“Oh yeah? What's that?”

“We have to put our clothes back on.”

Lee laughed loudly.

A few minutes later, once we were suitably put back together in our own skins and clothes, Lee and I made our way back into the pub. I glanced around and caught sight of the twins at the table, both still apparently shell-shocked. I felt not a little thrill of satisfaction. At the bar, I saw Michael and nodded at him. He nodded back, patting the small handheld video camera in his hand.

We walked past a few men who nodded at Lee and gave him approving comments. Tugging Lee's sleeve, I said, “Come on. Let's go pick up the pieces.”

“You think they're hating us both right now?”

I shrugged. “You tell me.”

Lee made a noncommittal sound. “Hard to say. You, they'll forgive. Just give 'em a quick shag and all will be right. Me... oh, hell, if they can't appreciate having a prank pulled on them, then they obviously are not Fred and George Weasley.”

As we reached the table, I gently placed a hand on both their shoulders. “So? How are you boys holding up?” I asked sweetly.

Both Fred and George looked up at me, then looked at Lee who was standing at the opposite end of the table. “All right... which one are you?” George demanded, staring up at me warily.

I ruffled his hair, and, not terribly surprisingly, he grabbed my hand and stalled me. I laughed. “Oh, George, really. If you can't tell me by now...”

“Don't pull that on me,” he warned. “I just spent the last two hours with you and nancy boy over there, and now you expect me to just believe that you're really you?” He laughed and shook his head. “Excuse me for saying so, darling, but you're plainly full of shite.”

“Aw.” I pouted playfully, turning to Fred and ruffling his hair as well. “Surely you don't think I'm not really me, Fred?”

Fred moved away from me, much the same expression on his face as George had: caution and slow acceptance. “Bugger you. I just spent the last hour trying to snog my best mate.”

Lee laughed, lowering his head to the table. “Right sorry I couldn't say anything, mate,” he grinned. “But for the chance to pull one over on the great Fred and George Weasley, how could I possibly say no to that?”

George leaned over and punched Lee squarely on the arm. “That's for not telling us,” he said.

Fred leaned over and punched him as well. “And that's for that kiss.”

“Oi!” Lee shook his head, still grinning. “That wasn't really me kissing you, you know. That was your girl there.”

“Still wearing your face, though.” Fred shuddered. “And don't take this personally, Lee, but you're a fair kisser.”

That time I gently swatted Fred. “And you wondered why I wouldn't snog you here in the pub earlier.”

“And I still wound up kissing Lee. How mental is that.”

George shook his head, pulling a chair around for me to sit on. “Now you have to tell us everything,” he said, leaning towards me with a rather demanding look in his eyes and a grin on his lips. “I want to know everything that happened.”

“And how did we not find out about this,” added Fred.

Gracefully folding myself into the chair, I signaled to Michael, who nodded and began making drinks. Turning to the boys, I just smiled mysteriously and crossed my legs. “Maybe me and mine are better secret keepers.”

“Bollocks,” Fred retorted, a grin edging at his face before he broke into laughter. “I mean, honestly! How long has this been going on?”

I exchanged a look with Lee, who nodded at me. “It's been two, nearly three months now,” I replied. “Since the first time I went to meet your family.”

Fred and George looked at each other, then back at me. “Bloody hell,” George commented, leaning back and stretching. “That's a fair amount of time. I can't believe you kept it from us all this time.”

I shrugged. “Well, it wasn't easy, you know. I had to make you two believe that I wasn't going to get you back. Although I suppose I should thank you. After all, you were the inspiration for the whole spirit of this thing.”

“What do you mean?” they asked at once.

Smirking, I leaned towards them. “The whole bait-and-switch gig? I hear that this is nothing new for you. It seemed only fair to turn the tables on you.”

George leaned back in his chair as Fred howled with laughter. “I am terrified to imagine to what lengths you would have gone to,” he said.

At that, Lee shook his head. “Oh, no. I had my limits there.”

I laughed. “Lee, you were only too willing to help out, and you were supervising anyway.”

Fred flicked a peanut at his friend. “I take it you're the one responsible for snitching on our past indiscretions?”

“Nope. You have your sister to thank for that one.”

“How'd you convince Ginny to get in on this?” asked Fred.

George interrupted. “Think we can answer that one ourselves,” he said, giving his brother a pointed look.

Fred thought for a moment, then suddenly realized what the connection was. “Ah. I see.”

“I'm sure she was more than happy to mix that Polyjuice for you, wasn't she.”

“Actually, this whole scheme was her idea to begin with,” I answered. “Lee, Andrew and I just tweaked it up to perfection.”

Fred's eyes popped. “Andy too?” Looking at his brother, he said, “You hear this, George? She even got her brother to help on this.”

“Perhaps it's time we rethink that discount we're giving him,” George commented, running a hand through his hair. “Might be better if we took him as a partner in exchange for him agreeing never to help these chits again.”

“Fair idea.”

I smiled. “Oh, I don't know. Andy was very happy to help pull a prank on you two. And in case you didn't notice, it took four of us to finally pull a prank on the great Weasley twins.”

“We'll all be legends, though,” Lee said, grinning at me. “You can guarantee that Ginny and Andy are spreading the word at Hogwarts.”

“They wouldn't,” George said firmly. “Ginny wouldn't dare besmirch our record there.”
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