A/N: This shall be a collection of drabbles, one-shots, and freeverses about various characters for the Favorite Hogwarts House Boot Camp Challenge. I may be combining with other challenges but each fic will definitely contain characters who are Gryffindors

This first one shall be used for the prompt: Blood

Other prompts- For the Favorite Era Boot Camp Challenge: Rubber

So without further ado, I present Product Testing with George Weasley :)

Product Testing with George Weasley

Angelina eyed the sweet that George offered her suspiciously. She had learned long ago that one should never take anything from the twins without some degree of caution; especially of it was something edible. The two of them were brilliant, really, and deep down she knew that they would never do anything to intentionally hurt her, but a lot of their best work tended to happen 'accidentally on purpose'. She was not interested in being an experiment.

"Aw, come on, Angelina. Just help a bloke out and try this for me. It doesn't taste bad or anything."

"I'm sure it tastes fine," Angelina retorted. "But what does it do?"

George sighed dramatically. "How you know me."

Fred approached the two of them from the other side of the common room where he'd been having just as much success with Alicia Spinnet who also refused to try the sweet. He threw an arm around her shoulder and pleaded. "Please? For us?" The twins batted their eyelashes and looked up at her with identical puppy dog eyes.

She shook her head in exasperation and snatched the treat out of George's hand. "Fine," she conceded. "But not until you tell me what it does."

George looked at his brother. "Should we tell her?"

"I suppose we must."

"I don't like the idea. It might affect the results."

"What choice do we have?"

"All right!" George agreed. "It's a bit of Nosebleed Nougat. Just eat the orange part and you'll get a minor nosebleed. Nothing to worry about. No worse than a Bludger to the face would do. Then you should eat the purple piece to make the bleeding stop."

Angelina looked at them dumbfounded. "Why in the hell would I want to give myself a nosebleed?"

"To get out of class, of course!" Fred responded, as though the answer was obvious.

Angelina looked from one hopeful, freckled face to the other, then rolled her eyes and bit off the orange end of the Nosebleed Nougat. She barely managed to swallow the treat before a stream of blood came pouring out of her nose. She quickly put the purple half of the sweet in her mouth to stop the flow but it did nothing. In fact, the nosebleed got even worse.

Fred and George stood there, horrified and she glared at them with her hands on her hips.

"I… I guess we mixed up the recipe?" Fred said.

"I think so. I bet that was the batch we made last night. I never did get a chance to try one myself," George said.

Angelina looked as though she was about to yell at them, but then shrugged her shoulders in defeat and turned to go up to the Hospital wing. "I have no one to blame but myself," she muttered.

Angelina looked about the shop for Fred or George. She knew they had to be in the vicinity of Diagon Alley because George had told her to meet him at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. She hoped he hadn't forgotten; her boyfriend could be quite forgetful sometimes.

She made her way through the crowded shop and spotted a girl wearing the bright magenta staff robes. She went over to her and asked if George was around. The young witch nodded curtly and stuck her thumb up towards the ceiling, indicating that he was upstairs.

Angelina smiled gratefully and went back outside and up the flight of stairs that led to the second floor of the building where Fred and George stayed. She knocked and waited patiently. Instead of being greeted by one of the twins, however, the door opened with a creak revealing a dark and empty kitchen. She entered cautiously and looked around.

"George?" she called.

The flat seemed completely empty and all the lights were off. There was no sound coming from any of the rooms within and she didn't want to intrude if no one was home.

"Fred?" she called again.

She walked through the kitchen and into the living room. The shades were drawn and everything was pitch black. She reached into her pocket and grasped her wand.
"Lumos."

As soon as her wand was lit, she nearly dropped it in fright. She let out a shriek and took a few steps back until her back was pressed against the wall. Not even a foot away from her was a person. The identity of said person was indistinguishable as its head was missing. It wasn't until Angelina had stepped back, however, that it occurred to her that she was in Fred and George's apartment after all. She clenched her fists in anger.

"Weasley! Whatever you're doing, stop it!" she said through gritted teeth.

The headless body shook with laughter and then approached her and despite the fact that she now knew that it must be George, it was still a creepy sight. He bowed and upon rising back to an upright position, his head reappeared and top hat could be seen in his hand.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Headless hat," he said. "Want one?"

Angelina grinned and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "No, thanks."

Angelina walked into George's flat above the shop with the intention of looking for her wand. She knew that he'd had it when she came over, but realized down in the shop that it was no longer on her person. She thought carefully and attempted to retrace her steps. She'd come upstairs to say hello to George before going to help out downstairs. Then she'd opened the door and set her bag and her wand on the kitchen table. Her gaze rested on the table and was horrified to find that it was completely covered in wands. She went over and picked one up and it squeaked before turning into a rubber chicken.

"George!"

The red haired young man came to stand in the doorway and leaned against the wall.

"You called, Angel?" he said in a would-be innocent tone.

She shook the rubber chicken at him in frustration. "Please tell me my wand is not underneath this pile."

"It might be?" he said sheepishly.

Angelina threw her head back and groaned. "This is going to take forever! I'm supposed to be meeting Katie in twenty minutes!" She picked up one fake wand after another, and threw each one over her shoulder when she heard it squeak. "Your mum is right about these things, you know!"

"Mmhmm."

She continued to sort through the wands, hoping that she hadn't overlooked her own in her panic. She noticed that George was still standing in the doorway.

"Aren't you going to help me?" she asked.

George smiled at her, though she could tell he was trying very hard not to. It was quite infuriating. She furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Why are you being so mean?!" she asked and it occurred to him that she was about to go on a rant.

"Angel..."

"You could at least help me find my wand, you know!"

"Angel…"

"Oh, don't you 'Angel' me! I'm not being unreasonable here."

"ANGELINA!"

"WHAT!"

"Look at what you have in your hand." George looked meaningfully at the object she was holding. She looked down expecting to see a rubber chicken or at the very least her own wand. However, she was holding neither of those things. In the heat of the moment she had not realized that one of the fake wands had turned into a small velvet box. Her heart leapt into her throat as she considered the possibilities. She didn't open it, though.

"What the hell is this?" she asked quietly.

"New product," he said.

She narrowed her eyes dangerously. He came to stand in front of her and stroked her cheek. "I'm kidding," he said gently before taking the box from her. "You deserve so much better than me. You are the best person I know. And I cannot understand why you put up with me, but you do and I love you for it, Angel. So please…" Angelina's jaw dropped in shock as George opened the little box revealing the ring she'd known (or hoped) would be inside it all along and knelt down before her. "… Marry me?"

Angelina felt tears welling up in spite of herself. "Of course," she choked out and wrapped her arms around his neck. George smiled smugly and pulled out her wand which he'd had in his back pocket the whole time and stuck it behind her ear. Success had never felt so good.