Chapter 28- Not too late

AN: O-M-G guys its been too long. I apologize for the wait its been freaking forever, hunh? Well anyways I just took a look at all the sweet reviews you've sent me and I got inspired. I never thought I would get this good a response to such a crappy story. THANKS SO MUCH, I love you guys, stay pimpin'!

6th year

~THE SAME DAY (AFTERNOON)~

"Why the hell are you two so happy?" Fred muttered at his brother and friend, crashing to his bed in dismay.

"The ever-beautiful Katie has accepted my invitation to the Yule Ball." Lee announced fervently, a terribly wide grin on his dark face.

"Poor Katie doesn't know what she's in for." George gestured to Lee and snickered.

"I bet she wouldn't have been so quick to accept if she knew how bad you are at dancing." Fred commented.

Lee frowned and turned his nose up at Fred. "For your information I already know the perfect charm to use that will turn me into one of those polite, refined blokes. It even comes with wonderful dancing skills and the charm lasts up until midnight."

"Kudos to you, Jordan. I guess you won't be making Katie's night so terrible then…and you, George, what's got you floating on cloud nine?" Fred turned his attention to the identical redhead sitting across from him.

"Alicia said she'd come with me to the ball," George took a long breath with a relieved expression. "When I asked her, I swear I could hear my bloody knee's knocking, I thought I'd turn tail and run any minute."

"It's that hard to ask a bird to a ball?"

"Alicia isn't just any bird." George snapped at his twin. "She's a great girl whom I happen to like very much."

"Well aren't you in love…?" Fred smiled faintly.

"Whatever arsehole, at least I've actually tried; I bet you haven't even mentioned it to Angelina yet." George said spitefully, earning a glare from Fred.

"Hey, it not my fault she still won't talk to me!" Fred said, his voice rising defensively.

"Why don't you make her listen, don't you see she's just as hard-headed as you!"

"So I just force her into a wall and apologize?" Fred asked Lee and George.

"That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea…"Lee smirked.

"No, Lee, that's a bit too rough of a way to get her attention…I have to think of something else, something flashy that says look at me! I'm sorry!…" He trailed off and suddenly a thought crossed his mind and his face as well as George's lit up.

They wordlessly exchanged thoughts and gleeful glances before a very annoyed Lee shouted, "Is there something I'm missing here!?"

It was nearly four in the morning when Fred, Lee, and George snuck into the kitchens, stole eight of the largest pots they could find and banged them together as they made their way back upstairs, their plan setting forth into motion.

Since Lee was the loudest, he started to shout first:"EXTRA EXTRA HEAR ALL ABOUT IT!!!!!!!! FRED WEASLEY IS SORRY FOR BEING THE BIGGEST PRAT IN THE WORLD TO ANGELINA JOHNSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He repeated this as George started to chant: "HE'S SORRY!!!! HE'S SO BLOODY SORRY!" and Fred himself shouted: "I'M SORRY, I'M REALLY BLOODY SORRY!"

After stirring the Gryffindor Tower, they ran out the portrait hole, waking the fat lady and several other portraits as well and the three of them all took staircases leading in different directions: Lee was headed to the first floor, Fred, to the second and George to the fifth and sixth floors.

They all ran, banging the massive cooking pans in their hands as they went, waking everyone in their path.

Fred slid down the mantle of one staircase onto the next, unafraid and unconcerned of falling off.

George was finally reach solid ground and ran down many stairs till he reached the dungeons and began parading about and shouting down there.

After a few minutes of banging and waking people up, the three friends all met back at the foot of the changing staircase.

"You think Angelina got the message?"

"WEASLEY!" They heard a distant holler from the below them.

"Yeah and apparently Snape did too." They each shared a chuckle before dispersing and running back to their common room barefoot.