Confused Brothers

7. Confundus

“Look who’s here, the blond ferret himself!” Fred Weasley bowed mockingly as the Slytherin Prefect walked by, his twin chuckling appreciatively.

“Oh, and I thought you were about to announce someone important,” Ron smirked as he passed by Draco, never noticing the wand discreetly pointed at his back, or hearing the soft whisper of ”Confundus!”before the blond turned the corner.

“I was supposed to tell you that we have Quidditch practice…” Ron’s voice paused, and Draco laughed into his hand at the confusion and hesitance.

“We don’t have that until Friday, mate,” one of he twins said.

“No, I know that, George, but Harry’s gone and changed the time again and-“

“Can’t you tell your own brothers apart? I’m George, he’s Fred!”

“Seriously, Ron. So, what’s Harry changed it to now then – or have you forgotten that along with our names? You’ll be calling us Gred and Forge next.”

Unable to stifle his laughter any longer, Draco walked hurriedly down the corridor towards his common room, leaving the bickering trio behind him.