Disclaimer: None of these fabulous characters are mine. They belong to JKR.

Author's Note: Ta! Look, look, I edited it! Yeah. Cause I was in the middle of writing the third chapter (yeah, I know, its been long enough), and I went to re-read the first two, and I came to the stunning realization that they sucked.

Okay, not awesomely sucked, but I didn't like them. So editing happened. Lots of editing.

And this is the result.

Chapter 1: A Date? Yeah Right!

It was June 19th, 1967, and an almost seventeen-year-old Molly Prewett was lying on her bed, trying to finish her summer homework, but failing quite miserably. She sat propped in her bed, chewing on the end of her quill, desperate to think of a conclusion for her Charms essay. She ran a hand absently through her hair, wincing as her fingers came in contact with the frizzy locks. Humidity did not agree with her hair in the least. The fact that it was orange didn't help in the least bit - Molly was certain that she could easily be mistaken for a clown on a hot summer's day.

Deciding that her essay could wait for the time being, Molly leant back onto her pillows. Sunlight poured through the large window to the right, relaxing her. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off . . . a nap would certainly do her good-

"Hullo, dear Margaret!"

Her eyes popped open as she shot a scathing glance at the two identical young men now strolling around her room. One of the things about them that annoyed her so was they waltzed into her room without knocking at all.

"It's Molly, you dweebs," she said reproachfully. "Get out."

"Right, right, Margaret, of course," replied her brother, Fabian Prewett, picking up off her dresser a porcelain doll and throwing it into the air. Though Molly knew this was his favorite game to play, tossing her things into the air and catching it at the last minute, it still aggravated her to no end.

"Fabian!" she shrieked, jumping up from her bed and grabbing the doll in mid-air, not giving him a chance to drop it.

"Now we've got you up, Molls, you'd better start getting ready," proclaimed Gideon Prewett, shoving his big sister toward her closet.

"Stop shoving Gideon, I can walk by myself, thank you very much!" she said angrily, attempting to wrench her shoulders from his grasp, but to no avail; for, even though he was only fifteen, he was quite a bit larger than her. He let her go a few moment later to her relief, but only to begin digging through her clothes, throwing them out haphazardly.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing?" Molly asked, trying to pry Gideon from her closet doors, but he didn't move an inch. She honestly hated being so tiny.

"What do you think of this one, Fabe?" Gideon asked his twin, holding up a one of her favorite red shirts.

"Hmm . . ." Fabian muttered, examining the shirt as though it were a priceless jewel he was considering purchasing. "Nah. It shows too much chest."

"Yeah, you're right. Wouldn't want any boys thinking our sister's a scarlet woman, now would we?"

"Will you tell me what on Earth you two are on about?!" Molly yelled frustrated that they wouldn't tell her a thing. She took a stance she was already quite famous for- hands on hips, perfectly erect, chin tipped upwards. When her brother's were younger, it had worked wonders. She could stand like that and within one minute they were following her every command. Of course, it had stopped working once they had shot up and could quite easily pick her up instead.

Fabian and Gideon shared a look of mock surprise.

"Why Molls, we were simply under the impression you wanted some help preparing for your date tonight," Gideon said innocently, pulling from the depths of her closet a swishy, knee length black skirt.

"I don't have a date, must you rub it in?" Molly said grumpily, socking Fabian in the stomach when he attempted to hold the skirt up to her to check its length.

"Why, don't you know, Molls?" Gideon asked, helping up Fabian from where he was whimpering on the floor.

"No, Gideon, I don't know. Care to enlighten me with your tremendous mounds of knowledge?" Molly replied sarcastically, re-hanging her skirt as he pulled out another.

"Well, you see sis," Fabian began, "Gid and I have decided you need a boyfriend."

"Oh because that your decision to make," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Precisely," Fabian said to his sister, but to his brother said, "Black shoes, do you think?"


"So," Gideon continued for his twin, "we've set you up with a very charming wizard boy who's taking you to the Muggle theaters tonight."

Molly, who had been about to pick up her books and parchment that had fallen off the bed, stopped suddenly, and looked at her brothers with pure horror on her face. She knew of only one wizarding family within thirty miles of here, a family that included . . . .

"Tell me," she whispered, "tell me you did not set me up with Arthur Weasley."

"We didn't set you up with Arthur Weasley. . ." said Fabian, and Molly breathed a sigh of relief.

". . . That's a complete and utter lie, but we said it!" Gideon concluded, with a look of glee on his face.

"What?!" Molly shrieked, looking fit to kill as brother's drew back fearfully. "But we're best friends! This is totally and completely sending him the wrong message! I don't want him to think I like him like THAT!"

"Ah, but you do like him like that, don't you Molls?" Fabian asked, a grin blossoming on his face.

"NO!" Molly screamed, looking as though she was seriously considering pushing her brothers out her open bedroom window. She was just imagining the lovely sound they would make hitting the ground when Gideon's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"He'll be here in an hour."

"An hour?" Molly gasped. "But that's not nearly enough time! I have to take a shower, fix my hair, choose my clothes-"

"Don't worry about a thing, sis!" Fabian interrupted.

"Yeah, just go take your shower and we'll do the rest!" Gideon finished. They both flashed her identical grins.

"Oh, I'm really calm, now," Molly muttered, and stalked off to the loo.